The Letter
"Dad! Michael took the last of the Lucky Charms!"
"It's my birthday; I can do whatever I want!"
"No, you can't!"
"Michael, give some of the cereal to Sam. It may be your birthday, but I didn't raise you to be selfish, or rude to your brothers, now did I?"
"No, dad. Sorry. Here Sam." He poured half the cereal into another bowl for Sam. Dean
was still asleep, and Wyatt and Chris had spent the night at a friend's house. Then, the
whole argument became pointless when a large owl came in through the window and
landed right in front of Michael, knocking both bowls of cereal to the floor. It held its leg
out, and Michael saw that there was a letter tied to it. Looking at Sam curiously, he took
the letter from the owl and opened it. He read it out loud:
'Dear Harry potter,
you have been selected for a place at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and
Wizardry. Please reply by owl no later than August 15.
Sincerely,
Albus Dumbledore
"And so on, and so on. Dad, you said you could tell I was a wizard. Maybe I was this
Harry Potter person."
"Maybe you did used to be. I never could find the man who left you in that alley. Do you
want to go to this school and be Harry Potter?"
Michael gave it some thought. He didn't know anything about that world, that life. He
hadn't been Harry Potter in 10 years. "No. I want to stay here and be Michael Aurelius.
Besides, you would miss me too much if I left." He grinned at his dad and brother.
"Bloody right, we would! It's settled then. Just write back to this Dumb-door guy and tell
him you're not interested.
Dear, Mr. Dumbledore,
Thank you for inviting me to your school, but I would rather stay with my family.
Sincerely,
M. A
Formerly Harry Potter
As far as Michael was concerned, that was that. He and Sam cleaned up the spilled
cereal, and Will got started making waffles. Dean finally got up, and Wyatt and Chris
came home. What Albus Dumbledore didn't realize was that Wiccan magic interfered
with wizard magic, and the only reason he had been able to find Michael this time was
because Wyatt and Chris weren't home. He would never be able to track Michael ever
again.