A Hogwarts Adventure

The man in the fedora #1

        The small town of Solvang, a regular town for an ordinary life, is reserved and silent. Nothing ever happens in this boring old town. Nothing exciting. Nothing out of the ordinary. People come and go. There's nothing to see, nothing to do, but to drink wine. Turn around take a look, a house in the suburbs, a house like any other, neither small nor big,  just normal. Home to the Fowler family, Mr., and Mrs. Fowler, their son Kace, and their cat Mocha. 

Our story doesn't begin here, it begins a few miles away. On a small hill with a view of the suburbs. A man walking up the hill, his red hair blown by the wind as he holds a black fedora in place. He is elegant looking, wearing a black suit, and formal shoes. He's holding a brown leather suitcase in one hand, and a letter in the other. He stops for a minute as he reaches the top of the hill, looking around to locate where the Fowler's lived. Once he had located their house, he continued.

The Fowlers were just about to have dinner. Olivia Fowler made her famous Brussel salad with meatloaf and mashed potatoes. Their neighbor, Mrs. Johnson envied Mrs.Fowler's Brussel salad. Hers was tasty as well, but not as good as Mrs. Fowler's. 

The bell rang once.

 They never got any visitors.

 The bell rang twice.

 They looked at each other in confusion. "Are we expecting someone, Henry dear?" Mrs. Fowler asked her husband, facing the door. "Not that I know of, no" assured Mr. Fowler, he got up and went to open the door. The man in the black suit was standing in the doorway. A complete stranger. 

"Mr. and Mrs. Fowler of Palmerston Pines. Yes?" He asked formally in a British accent

"Yes, that's us. May I help you?" Mr. Fowler answered 

Mrs. Fowler joined her husband, she was curious to see what was happening. "My name is Oliver Bones, I work at the Ministry of magic, at the Department of Muggle relations. May I come in?" He asked politely. 

"Yes, yes! Of course, come in" Mr. Fowler was looking bewildered. Oliver Bones came inside and waited patiently for Mrs. Fowler to invite him to sit in the living room. They sat down. 

"You must be very confused at the moment, let me explain. -He paused- There are many things humans have yet to discover. Your world as you know it relies on science and things can somehow be explained with it. I come from a different world, where magical things can happen, and some do not have a scientific explanation. The Wizarding World is a secret society where wizards and witches live and interact, distant and hidden from your world, the Muggle world also referred to as the non-magical world. The magical community is kept separate or hidden through the use of charms, spells, and secrecy." He explained

"I'm sorry, are y-you saying that...magic is real?" asked Mr. Fowler "Spells? Witches?"

"That is correct, I am here to inform you that your son Kace has been accepted at one of the wizarding schools." 

"But, but how is this possible?" Mrs. Fowler was amazed

"Magic is always present in a wizards' life. Your son's case is different since he is coming from non-magical parents. The Wizarding World is happy to welcome your son, we believe he has the potential of becoming a great wizard, that is why I'm here" he took his wand from one of his pockets and gave the letter a tap. "What is that?" Mr. Fowler asked worriedly 

"It's a wand, a wizard's tool to perform  magic" 

The letter became alive, it was not a common letter, it was a Howler. Kace came closer. 

" Dear Mr. Kace Fowler

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Students will be required to report to the Chamber of Reception upon arrival. Please find an enclosed list of all necessary books and equipment. The term begins soon. To avoid detection by Muggles, please use the entrance located at Kings Cross station Downtown London, on platform 9 3/4. We look forward to having you at our school.

Yours Sincerely 

Minerva McGonagall

School Headmistress" The letter read aloud before ripping itself into a million pieces.

Kace stared back at Mr. Oliver amazed, the man stared back and gave a small wink. They sat silent for a minute or two until Mr.Fowler spoke. "So, what's a muggle?"       "Muggles are non-magical beings, people who do not possess magic, such as yourselves"

"This is j-just...crazy! -Mr. Fowler got up and started walking in circles- I-I must be dreaming!" he said 

"Perhaps, it would be better if I show you something" Mr. Oliver got up, he was taller than Mr. Fowler, even without his Fedora. He was tall and thin, Mr. Fowler was just average-sized. 

He looked around trying to find something he could use his magic on, nothing in the living room it seems. He walked toward the kitchen, he noticed the plates, glass cups, and silverware were still on the table, they hadn't had time to clean up. What could he do with them? Break them? Yes, that's it, he could repair them after! He took a plate, putting it aside, he took his wand firmly pointing the plate. 

"diffindo" he said clearly and the plate started breaking as his wand traced a line right in the middle until it split into two pieces. Mr. and Mrs. Fowler looked in disbelief. 

"reparo" he said and the plate repaired itself into one piece. "I've been sent by the ministry to walk you through each and every step of the way to ensure Mr. Kace Fowler will be able to attend Hogwarts," he said calmly, he snapped his fingers and his suitcase gracefully came floating from the living room, he took his fedora and placed it on top of his head, announcing he was leaving. 

"Thank you so much, Mr. Bones," said Olivia Fowler, gently slapping her husband's chest who looked shocked, his jaw almost dropping to the floor, he shook his head and thanked Mr. Bones giving him a tight handshake with both of his hands.

"I know it's a lot to take in, I suggest getting some rest" he suggested, he turned to look at Kace, and gave a small nod as he walked out the door. He took a few steps and his body became a blurred whirl, disappearing into the warm summer afternoon.