DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry Potter, J.K. Rowling does. I do own Maximilian Köhler however
It was the summer of 1990, July 8 to be particular, and Germany had just won the World Cup in Italy. Naturally as a part German I was happy, but not as happy as I could've been had Mexico not only qualified, but won as well. I heard kids and adults alike celebrating because their team had become victorious over the Argentineans, I didn't join them as I wouldn't have anybody to converse with. I had few friends (24 to be exact) those 24 friends I made by joining a local football club, soccer as they called it here in the states. The reason I only had friends from my club was because my mother never let me join a public school and had me homeschooled instead. What was her reason? She didn't want me getting too attached to anybody, which was a silly reason if you asked me since I lived in the same city for 10 almost 11 years. In fact she was also reluctant to let me join the football club for the same reason my friend Ritchie even suggested that she was on drugs which I blatantly laughed and shrugged him off. The reason I favored Mexico over Germany was because of my Grandfather, I walked in the living room when my grandparents were visiting and saw that he was sitting on the couch watching a Mexico game. I saw a few men kicking a ball back and forth and after he explained the rules to me I was so enamored by it I had developed and obsession for both the team and sport, I was 5. My father came to visit me from England, which was odd seeing as how he was from Dortmund, Germany but then again my mother was from Mexico and we lived in the States. He sat me to watch a game of them and while I had enjoyed the match, it wasn't the same as when my grandfather and I had watched the Mexicans assault the opposition for 90 minutes, I was 6. Both of my grandparents had passed away and I was in emotional shock that I isolated myself from both my mother and father, I was 7. After 2 months I finally decided I HAD to interact with the rest of the world so I asked my mother to let me join our local club team, Wildcats SC, she told me no at first but she must have thought that it would help me get over my grandparents' death and later, because later that night she had let me join. I was snapped away from my thoughts when my mother spoke to me.
"Max, I have something to tell you…" she said.
"What is it?" I had asked now putting my full attention to her. I could see that she was reluctant as she fiddled with her thumbs before speaking up again.
"Were moving to London Maxi, with your father"
I was completely and utterly shocked; I hadn't been outside of Texas once, not even to visit my grandparent's in Mexico.
"I want you to go to your room and pack your things in 4 days because we're leaving Friday, understand Max?" I nodded. "Good, now keep doing what you were doing just awhile ago kiddo." And with that she got up and left me alone in the living room, it didn't take long for me to get over it seeing as how she isolated me from anyone else for the past 10 years and then it hit me, that's what she meant be 'not getting too attached.'
5 days later and we've arrived at London airport, where our father waited to pick us up. About 20 minutes of a drive later and we arrived at his house in a wealthy neighborhood. I went to my room upstairs and unpacked my stuff and looked around to inspect my future bedroom for what I assumed the next 8 years. It had a queen sized bed with a dark cherry wood frame, with a dresser and chest to match. The walls were a cream color and the base trim was pure black. The next thing that caught my eye was a walk in closet that was probably the size of my bathroom back home. 'Jesus Christ, how much clothes does he expect me to have?' I thought. I went back downstairs and stopped about halfway in the hallway when I heard my parents whispering quietly: I couldn't understand anything so I simply barged into the living room where they both sat; both of them quickly stopped talking and put full attention to me. My mother was looking nervous whereas my father looked absolutely determined.
"Maximilian", my father spoke with a stern voice, "We have something to tell you, something that you might not believe at first but you'll soon learn to accept. Now initially I thought' I'd tell you but seeing as how your mother has lived with you your entire life I decided it'd be best for her to tell you." My mother quickly looked up and shot him the most unnerving glare I had ever seen, but my father was unfazed. Soon her glare disappeared and her eyes softened when she turned to me.
"Max, I don't know how to tell you this but, you're a wizard" she said with discomfort. 'A wizard? Maybe Ritchie was right, maybe my mother was on drugs.' I was shocked when she said we were moving to England but this right here was on a whole different level. I finally came to the conclusion that this was a prank and chuckled.
"Nice try mom, I almost fell for it, but try again next time. Maybe something a little less bizarre" I said with a small smile, only for my mother to smile weakly and my father's eyes to narrow.
"This is not a joke Maximilian Kohler" he said with a scolding tone to his voice, "as a matter of fact I'll show you." With that he pulled out a wand of light color. I threw my head back and roared with laughter narrowing his glare even further. I simply just had to laugh at how thoroughly planned this was by both my mother and father.
"Okay, dad you can cut the act" I said between fits of giggles," it's not funny anymore."
With a swish and flick of a wand he levitated a book and I stopped laughing, eyes nearly popping from my skull and jaw wide open. My father smirked and puffed out his chest with pure arrogance that made me want to strangle him. "Now Maximilian I want you to go on to bed because I'm going to wake you up at exactly 7 a.m. so we can go to Diagon Alley to buy your school supplies for the term. Any questions Maximilian?" he said with a triumphant smirk.
I just stood there wondering what question I could ask when suddenly the biggest question arose to my mind. I had to ask him for it was far too important, so important that if I didn't ask him my world might end right here and no one will ever hear of me again.
"Do they sell football boots?"
So whatcha guys think of the first chapter? I know it was pretty bad but this is only the second time I attempt to even right a fan fiction on here. (I deleted my first one) anyways I'm going to take one or two days off before I even decide to write the next chapter seeing as how this is only me second, technically, first.
