Chapter One
Kevin McKinlet sat down at his breakfast table, sleep clouding his eyes. He lazily served himself a piece of toast and beckoned to Baretta, his tawny owl. Baretta perched on top of his head and twittered a bit before pecking at her owner's head for an owl treat. Kevin sighed and fed her one.
"Retta," he said happily, "Do you have the post this morning?" Retta chirped in the direction of a pile of papers lying on the table in front of him. Kevin stuffed the remainder of his toast into his mouth and reached for the stack of letters. He flipped through them lazily before his hands reached a sleek piece of parchment. Emblazoned on the letter were the words Mr. K. McKinlet, 6 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey.
"Whoa, Mum!" yelled the excited 11-year-old. "I got into Hogwarts!"
His mother came rushing downstairs, light purple robes swaying. "That's wonderful news, honey!" she smiled, hugging her son. "Christophe! Did you hear?"
"Hogwarts, eh?" Kevin's crazy-haired, bespectacled father poked his head around the doorway. "Felicitations, boy. I hear that's one of the best!" He smiled warmly before returning to his computer, muttering something in his native French.
"Your crazy father insists on keeping that damn thing in the house," muttered Mrs. McKinlet. She loved her nonmagical husband so much, but that little box of cords and "electricity" drove her insane.
Kevin clutched his letter happily and ran out the door with it. He skipped happily down the street, two houses down.
"Mister Potter! Guess what guess what guess what?"
He dashed inside the house of 4 Privet Drive, skidding over the shiny wooden floor and into the kitchen. "Mister Potter!"
"'M up here, Kev," came a voice from the upstairs. Kevin clambered up the staircase, his letter getting wrinkled in his sweaty palm. He looked into all the rooms before he came to the one at the end of the hall, where a man with curiously messy hair and glasses sat as his desk, dictating a letter with a Quick-Quotes Quill.
"I used to hate these things," Mr. Potter commented to Kevin. "Met a really awful woman who abused one of 'em. But it turns out they're pretty useful!"
Kevin beamed up into the green eyes. "Guess my news!"
Mr Potter smiled, brushing his hair subconsciously in front of the odd mark on his forehead. "What?"
"I got my Hogwarts letter!" Kevin practically screamed, brandishing the parchment in front of the young man's face, which split into a gleam.
"That's wonderful, Kevin!" he exclaimed. "I went to Hogwarts, you know. It was fantastic."
"You did? Did you meet Miss Ginny there?" Kevin always referred to Mr. Potter's wife as Miss Ginny, as he'd always been taught to respectfully address women.
"Yeah, I did. Man, she was pretty. She was a year behind me, but we still managed."
"Do you think I'm gonna meet any pretty girls at Hogwarts?" Kevin asked, his eyes glimmering like a little boy in the prime of his youth.
"I'm sure you will, though I gotta say, it's kind of difficult to date girls who are in the years ahead of you, and it's even harder to date the ones in your year because you come to think of 'em all as sisters anyway, since you practically live together."
"But what about Miss Mione?" Kevin asked.
"She and Ron are a special case," Mr. Potter said, a smile in his eyes, thinking about his two best friends.
"I wanna know everything about Hogwarts, Mister Potter," Kevin grinned.
"I'll write you a novel," remarked the young man. "Now shoo. Go find your mother, you've got some shopping to do!"
"Thanks, Mister Potter!" Kevin grinned as he dashed out of the Potter house.