My day so far had started out normal. I had a pretty average day in school, my English teacher handed back our finals, and I was surprised to see the 79 that I had gotten. The same as Jose Abreu's number for my favorite Baseball team, the Chicago White Sox. That's where I live by the way, in a small apartment building in Chicago. As I was saying, my day, yes. Band went well, because we were outside and the weather was just perfect.

After the school day ended, I was hanging out in the band room with my friends Chris and Chance, when all of a sudden I heard a small tapping on the outside door, and when I looked around and saw a regal looking owl flapping its wings, seeming like it wanted to come in.

"Would you look at that, it's like something out of Harry Potter" Chris said as he went to open the door.

As soon as the door opened, the owl flew through it, and headed straight towards me. As it landed on my shoulder it stuck out its leg, and I could see a letter tied to it with a red ribbon.

I untied the letter, and the owl flew off.

"Mr. Michael Davis" I said, reading the front to myself while greatly questioning my sanity.

"Well, open it" said Chance, reminding me that I'm not the only one who can see it, and therefore not mentally insane.

I opened the letter and started reading

Department of Mysteries

Ministry of Magic

London

Dear Mr. Davis,

It has come to our attention of a prophecy that has you listed as one who fits the terms of who it could could come to fill it. After the defeat of Lord Voldemort, this department takes prophecy very seriously, so your presence is required tomorrow at 10:00 am at entrance to the department to be escorted to the formal reading of the prophecy.

Sincerely

-The Unspeakables

P.S. - Hello Mr. Davis, I am aware how confused you must be being unaware of your heritage up until today, we don't know what MACUSA is doing, keeping you unaware for this long, the second sheet of paper is a portkey to the department, it is scheduled to leave an hour before the meeting starts so that everything can be explained to you. Also you are expected to bring an adult with you because you have yet to reach your 17th birthday.

"What do you think?" I asked Chris who was reading over my shoulder

"It's either a joke or it is real, He said something about a portkey, and I think that if it works, and you go to england from here, then it's definitely not a joke."

I couldn't really argue with that logic, but also I was having some inner confusion on what the unspeakable meant about this heritage of mine. I couldn't be a wizard, because I'd never done any accidental magic, and at 16, I'm sure that there were plenty of chances for accidental magic to occur.

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When I got home I showed the letter to my mom, and asked her if she would go with me, as it was clear that I must bring an adult with me. Against all odds she agreed, and that found us, tired at 3:00 in the morning waiting to see if the portkey would work or if we had stayed up for nothing.

As the clock hit 3, I felt a weird hook behind my navel, and then felt like I was being pulled through a long tube, and finally, after forever, I find myself sprawled across a cold tile floor, in a small room, right next to an elevator, my mom standing right beside me

"How are you still standing?" I asked my mom.

"There is a lot of things that you don't know about me" was her cryptic reply.

Before I could reply, the elevator dinged, an a man in a weird cloak kind of thing stepped out

"Hello, Agent Sigma, it's a pleasure to see you back in the country." he told to my mom.

"Hello Director Croaker, I've been wondering when you'd send my son his letter, it seems like MACUSA is not functioning in all of their duties, and Michael should have gotten one from them at least 3 years ago."

"What are you talking about mom?" I asked, not knowing how my mom could have had any connections with this british wizard.

The wizard was the one who answered me,

"Mr. Davis, I am Director Saul Croaker of the Department of Mysteries. Your mother, has been working for the Department over in America for some time now. Although you must have figured out that you and your family aren't wizards, but your family has always had an essential part in our society, and the department. We were unable to contact you about this because you lived in America, and MACUSA will be fined by the ICW for not informing of you this duty. The prophecy that was given finally gave us the jurisdiction to contact you and inform you about the wizarding world, which you probably know about because of those books that Ms. Rowling has published."

"Wait, according to the books, shouldn't that be a breech in the Statute of Secrecy?" I asked

"It nearly was. She convinced the ICW that the muggles will take it as a work of fiction and won't believe any of its contents."

"That's ingenious"

"Yes, well, let's head in, I'll show you to my office."

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Inside the Director's office

Once we made it into the director's office, he made me take retinal and fingerprint scans, as well as having my picture taken. A badge with the picture was then presented to me.

"This is your official Department of Mysteries Agent badge. From now on, you will be known as Agent X. The badge is connected to your fingerprint and eye scans, and you will need to provide both when entering the department."

"Why am I now an agent, can you tell me what's happening?" I asked, still not knowing what my place in the wizarding world was

"Well, that would we be good to know" the Director chuckled. "To put it simply, you are not a wizard, in the fact that you cannot channel magic freely, but you are, in the connection your soul has to the mortal plane. It's one of the obscure parts of differentiating a wizard from a muggle. The soul has a different connection in muggles and wizards. In wizards, the connection is deep, where the soul is connected to the leylines and magic in the earth. Although this is not what gives us the ability to do magic, that's the magical core, It does however account for our extended lives, because of the deeper connection to the earth. You, are an anomaly. have no magical core, but that deeper connection to the earth is there. The opposite of a squib, who have cores, but not the deeper connection. What you and your family have, should not be possible, as without a magical core the connection should be unstable, and eventually become the same as normal muggles, but your and your Mom's soul's are stable even with the deeper connection."

"Wow. That's a lot to take in. So what you are saying is that I can't do magic, but I'm somehow able to get some of the benefits of being a wizard?"

"Essentially. This is what enables us to tell you about the wizarding world without breaking the statute, because you aren't exactly a muggle."

"So, why make me an Agent?"

"Because agents like you and your mom are invaluable. Wizards will think that you are muggles, and will usually let things slip, thinking that you don't know what they're saying." He then continued saying, "but we have a different job for you. You will be working on the cases in the hall of death, as a pilot on the project. Your lack of a magical core makes you the perfect candidate for this as your lack of magic will help mitigate any risk in the case."

"Does that have anything to do with the veil?" I asked

"It has everything to do with the veil Mr. Davis. The veil is the biggest mystery in the Department, and the whole ministry. It is a little known fact, but back when the ministry was being created, it was built around the veil which had been around from before then."

He then continued with,

"The only thing we know about the veil is that it does not have to do with soul magic like initially thought. We did some experiments with criminals, after the defeat of You-Know-Who, and figured out that the veil cuts of the connection between the magical core and the body, thus killing the wizard instantly. You, not having a magical core seen like a safe option to study it, and figure out the details, and other things about it."

"What about school on monday?" I asked, interested about life in the wizarding world, but also not wanting to give up my life back in Chicago. It was my mom that answered.

"That is simple, Magic can take you off of the school's system, and everyone will go on without you."

"What! You are just going to let all of my friends forget about me?"

"No, they will just continue on in life while you are in England. They will not forget about you. They will have to forget about the letter though. You can still text them, and they will text you. They will think that your mom Got a new job over here in England."

"Thanks mom, I don't know what I would do if my friends forgot about me, I guess them having to for get the letter is a small price to pay."

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After my initiation into the department, we walked down the main hall and into the hall of prophecy.

"How do find your way around this place?" I asked, wanting to know since I apparently now work here

"You will be provided a map so you can find your way" the Director answered.

Once we walked into the room, we were directed through a series of aisles until we stopped by another man

"Hey Director. Who is the new kid?"

"Hello Mr. Potter, these are Agents Sigma" he pointed to my mom, "and X", he said pointing to me

I was fanboying so much inside. This was him. THE Harry Potter. Defeater of Voldemort, The Boy-Who-Lived. … Oh My God.

"Hey" I said trying to sound cool like what I imagined the persona of "Agent X" to be, hoping that my inside feelings didn't show on my face.

Harry started to chuckle.

"Is this the new Agent that I will be working with?" he asked

"Yes, Mr. Davis, meet Harry Potter, Defeater of Voldemort, loving husband and father of some of the cutest children ever, if I do say so myself" Director Croaker said in a manner that was different from anything I'd heard from him yet today.

"I'd have to agree with that Director" Harry said. "You'll meet them later" He then said to me.

"What?" I said, confused.

"You hadn't told him yet Director" Harry asked

"I only had the time to get him registered and about his soul which is an anomaly.

"Ok" Harry said to me "So since there is still a whole summer before Hogwarts starts up again, and your mum has to go home, and you need to get a jump on your training, you will be staying with me and My family. You will officially be my apprentice, and I'm sorry, but you will probably be in the news. When Hogwarts starts back up, since I am now the Defence teacher, You will be coming there with me."

I hadn't even considered getting to go to Hogwarts. And getting to spend some time with Harry's kids sounded great. I'd always wanted a younger siblings so I hoped that these kids would just be awesome.

"Why am I going to be your apprentice if you already have a full time job teaching?"

"Because I am the only one who knows how to teach you what you need to know." he said. "How old are you exactly?"

"Im 16" I answered

Before we could continue, Director Croaker interrupted,

"Let's hear what this prophecy says, and then you two can get more acquainted after."

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AN: This is my first story, Any constructive feedback is helpful