Growing up I always felt different, that could have been because I grew up with my father and my grandfather, never really knew my mother. Also it could have been because I grew up in an 'army' house, I had to always wake up at 5/6 am. Never been to sleep in, and my father would leave for days at a time for work related missions. I am not complaining, I would spend time with my grandfather who would tell me old war stories.
"That was amazing" I said in amazement as my grandfather told me the same story for the hundredth time, I always loved the story so I would have him repeat it like five times in one day. It's just a great story.
"Yes, I know" he said smiling as he took a package from behind his seat and I stared at it in confusion and he stared at me confused. "Do you not know what the date is?" he asked and I shook my head no, I was never great with dates. He laughed as he handed me the package. "It's your own birthday" he said smiling and I stared at the package shocked, how can I forget my own birthday. My father walked in the room with three cup cakes and put it on the table as I opened the gift.
"The old journal" my father said when I pulled the book out of the package and smiled. It was our families old journal passed down generations. My great, great grandfather wrote information about how to be a soldier in the book, so did my great grandfather, and my grandfather. Even my father wrote a little in it.
"Thanks grandfather" I said as I hugged him.
"Your welcome" he responded and when we separated my dad handed me a cup cake with a candle in it.
"It's too small to put ten candles on it, and one is good enough" he said and I nodded my head as I blew the candle out. I would tell you what I wished for, but it would not come true.
"Can you get that" I heard my father said as someone knocked on the door. I sighed as I got up and went to answer it, usually my grandfather answers the door but he is doing something for veterans.
"Hello" I said confused as a strange looking man in a black cloak stood at the door.
"You must be Kodiak Miroshnichenkp" he said with a smile and I just nodded my head nervously.
"Dad" I said timidly and before I could even blink my eyes he was standing right beside me.
"Ah, Viktor long time no see" the man said smiling at my father.
"Adrian Toller" my father said surprised, is he my dad's old friend? "Why are you here?" my father questioned immediately and the man laughed.
"You know why Viktor" Adrian said and I stared at him and my father confused.
"Come in" my father finally said and I backed away to let the man in and he looked around the house interested.
"Nice place, haven't really change a lot" Adrian said with a laugh and my father did not respond. I watch the man nervously as he just walked around the living room looking at and touching various things.
"Adrian, just come here to do what you have to do and please leave" my father said quite annoyed and I stared at him confused.
"Oh fine, I thought we were friends but I guess not anymore" Adrian said as he walked toward me and I tensed up and he smiled, "Kodiak, you look so much like your mother." I turned to my father who stiffened when he mentioned my mother, she is something we never speak of in our house. "You have her hair, and her eyes, and you also got something else that your father doesn't have" he said and I stared at him confused and I turned to my father as I backed up to the wall but Adrian continued to walked toward me. I felt really nervously. "Kodiak, you are a witch" Adrian said and I stared at him in disbelief.
"Me, a witch?" I said shocked.
"Yes" Adrian said, "like I am a wizard."
"Your mom was a witch also" my dad said which surprised me. I am a witch? I always knew I was different and I could do special stuff, I never thought I could be a witch. Adrian took a letter out of his cloak and handed it to me.
"Hogwarts?" I said confused as I looked up at him.
"The school you will be going to in September" Adrian said smiling, "same school as your mother."