The sun had been up for hours now when Michael finally awoke after the night he had had. After his nightmare, or vision; to which it truly was he didn't care. In a sense, it was both a nightmare and a vision. A peek into his past, while also the truth to the murder of his mother. He was lied to, he was hurt, and most of all, he was angry. He was angry that he had this happen to him, that his future had been snatched out of his life in the blink of an eye. Angry that his father had to keep this from him, even though deep down he knew this was the best thing for him. He was never ready to face this truth, but he felt now was the best time for his father to have done it, and to that he had to displace some of his anger to other factors. He had no idea what had happened at Miranda's house last night either, and that was second on his list, only behind the vision. He was able to crack her glass windows and destroy her dresser without even using a wand. Being underage, Michael wasn't allowed to even own a wand. Then, mysteriously, everything was put back into place and no one had heard any racket; as if nothing ever happened. After looking at his clock to see that it was nearly noon, he decided it was time to get up out of bed and start his first day of summer.
His father was already up, sitting on the couch by the time Michael decided to come downstairs. At the sound of his feet on the bottom step, he watched his father stand up immediately and turn to face his son. He noticed the tension between his father and him, and he did his best to ease that. "Sheesh relax dad, you look like you're expecting Mr. Flinch to walk in and try to hex you like he did the last guy at your work that he fired." His father relaxed noticeably, as his shoulders were less tensed and stooped down a bit, and his posture became somewhat close to normal.
"Look, I'm sorry. I know what you're probably thinking about me as a father right now and I just thought that it was best to wait until I thought you were ready to hear what really happened and…"
Michael cut his father off when he heard where the conversation was going. "Dad, really. I just needed the night to think about things. Yeah, I was absolutely bonkers when you first told me, not only upset about what I saw but what I heard too. But you aren't perfect; neither am I. I wasn't ready, at least not until last night. So for that, you don't have to say anything."
His father relaxed even more at that. "And honestly dad, you really aren't very good at the whole "pretend to be mom" thing. You go on and on about all this random stuff, and sometimes honestly it doesn't even make any sense. At least mom would have been able to tell you to shush when you were rambling." Michael said teasingly at his father, and threw a sarcastic smile at him to help rid of any other tension in the room.
His father laughed and rolled his eyes. "Oh shut up. You really do have your mother's sarcasm, that's for bloody sure!" The two exchanged laughs and then both proceeded to the backyard to sit on the patio area. The area to the patio was enclosed with a sliding glass door entrance, while the patio itself was made of a grayish tile that had been worn from a few years of being outside. The tiles were diamond shaped and laid out in a pattern on the ground. Michael and his father took seats at the circular table to the right of the glass door, and continued their conversation.
Out of nowhere, there was a loud pop and Michael nearly fell off his chair. When he looked up he saw his father merely laughing at his son, while his son looked in utter confusion at what was standing next to his father.
"Good afternoon Mr. Kevin and Michael Edwards. Now Mr. Kevin Edwards, I'm sure you know why I am here, as for you, Mr. Michael Edwards, well this is going to be one the finest moments of your brief life, I dare say." Whatever was standing next to his father, Michael was certainly aware that it was definitely here for him.
His father could see the confusion and surprise in his son's face, "Michael this is part of Professor Arlington Fernsby. I'm sure you haven't a clue as to what he is or why he is here, so I'll give him the pleasure of explaining everything." At that, his father stood, opened the sliding door, and left Michael alone with part of Professor Fernsby.
"Hello Michael. As you have just been told I am only a part of Professor Arlington Fernsby. I teach at Hogwartz School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. As I am sure you know, you have been born with a rather rare, but special gift. And that is the ability to use magic. Your mother and father both attended Hogwartz, and I am here to inform you that you have been accepted as a student here for the upcoming year. Here is your acceptance letter, and here is a required list of what you will need if you decide to attend." Professor Fernsby turned at once and was about to leave when Michael spoke out without thinking "Wait what are you!"
Professor Fernsby quickly turned and took three steps towards Michael until he was standing just in front of him. Michael noticed that he had a bit of a waddle when he walked, almost like a penguin. Michael was close enough now to get a good enough image of what was standing in front of him. It looked like a doll, made of what looked like wood and smelled like clay. "I am what you would call a Golem. I am an extension of my creator's will, and I do what he asks of me. Professor Fernsby created me because he does not like to leave the premises of the school. Because of the recent events, your letter was asked to be hand delivered by the Headmaster while he works his magic at the ministry in order to overturn your underage wizardry charges, so to speak. We were short on owls to deliver the letter, so I had my Golem here take care of things."
Michael looked absolutely distraught. He had no idea what was happening right now, besides the fact that he had been accepted to a school of magic. He had known he would have this moment eventually, but he expected it to be a bit more… normal, like a letter in the mail for instance. Nothing like a wooden doll literally popping out of nowhere and handing him the letter. Just as Michael was processing all this, the Golem of Professor Fernsby began speaking again.
"As I am sure you are wondering why we do this, it is simple to explain. We do not send letters like the muggle folks do. Of course, the magical community has their own delivery system, but in no means is it as complex as theirs. The Headmaster would normally send letters by owl, but you were lucky enough to have these services instead. Also, not many students are chosen to be accepted to Hogwartz, so you should feel proud." At this Michael became curious, and without thinking he interrupted.
"Why exactly was I chosen?" The Golem stood, without emotion, and studied the boy in front of him.
"Yes, I suppose you would be curious as to why you were one of the few selected. As I stated before, Arundel is one of the most prestigious magical institutes for the young wizarding world. You have been chosen because of the recent events that transpired last night. You had what we call in the wizard world a memorato. Non-Magical beings might describe it as a "vision" or a "psycic reading" but us magical folks know better than to be so feebleminded about such an important matter. Also, you were able to do wandless magic, although uncontrolled, at the age of 11. Even more incredibly at your age, you were able to unknowingly refurbish everything you destroyed, as well as place a silencing barrier around your perimeter. Along with the consideration of your parents attending, it only makes sense to choose you. I dare say you might become a very powerful wizard with the right training young man, and that is why the Headmaster has chosen you. "
The Golem turned again to leave, and this time, Michael was too deep in thought to even hear the loud pop that came from it leaving. He only realized it was gone when his father came back out to join him. His father didn't have to say a word to know what was going through his son's mind. After all, he'd experience almost the same thing when he got his acceptance letter, and it was even more shocking because he didn't come from a magical family. Out of nowhere, Michael caught his father off guard and spoke.
"I'm going to be a wizard, Dad."