Hi Everybody, I uploaded the first like 4 chapters of this story a couple years ago, but since then I have gotten some edits from some friends that I asked to read over it, and I have written more than I uploaded back then so I would like to upload all of what I have written.

I have heard that this story can be slow to start out with. The first chapter deals with a lot of world building that is essential to the rest of the story. Please, I ask you to give it a shot, It does get better (at least in my opinion), and especially more into the actual HP universe and characters than what the first chapter has.

It is written in first person which I know can be a bit more tedious to read then 3rd person. I started writing this not being all to confident about writing fanfiction and this is a style choice that at the time I found less overwhelming to write with than 3rd person, I'm sorry in advance.

As always, reviews are greatly appreciated, from constructive feedback to compliments, all is welcome.

I hope you enjoy!

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WIZARD-ISH

My day so far had started out normal. I was at an end of summer music program, which saw our symphony orchestra in session mid-August. Our director wanted us to get a head start on rehearsal for the Chicago Citywide Competition. That's where I live by the way, in a small apartment building in Chicago. As I was saying: my day, yes. Rehearsal went well, and it was nice to reconnect with friends before school started up.

After the 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, I 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 that just saw that, 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 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 the 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 unspeakables 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.

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

Before I could even say anything, the elevator dinged, and 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 said 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, your family has always had an essential part in our society, and this 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 you of this duty. A new 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 them being published be a breach in the Statute of Secrecy?" I asked, wondering why that was the first thing that came to mind, and not how the hell do magic and physics work together.

"It nearly was. She convinced the ICW that the Muggles would 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."

Once we made it into the director's office, he took out a pair of gloves as well as a pair of glasses. He made me put on the items, and for like 5 seconds, I felt my fingers become tingly, as well as a strange feeling at the back of my eyes. He also had my picture taken. After I had given back the gloves and glasses, 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. Also, you are not to mention the gloves and the glasses to anyone. That magic is a department secret."

"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 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 that I have spent years of my life researching. 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. You 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 soul connection. What you and your family have should not be possible, as without a magical core the soul connection should be unstable, and eventually become the same as normal muggles, but you 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 created, it was built around the veil which had already been there."

He then continued with, "The only thing we know about the veil is that it does not have to do with the soul like initially thought. We did some experiments with criminals, after the defeat of You-Know-Who, and figured out that the veil cuts off the connection between the magical core and the body, thus killing the wizard instantly. The veil then absorbs the dead body and uses it like fuel. You, not having a magical core, seems like a safe option to study it, and figure out the details, and other things about it. We have been able to determine that it only absorbs dead bodies by doing other experiments with muggle prisoners, but with how the other part of it works no wizard can go about studying it in the depth that you can since you can walk through it unharmed, while being able to cast spells. While this may seem like a lot of knowledge, there is still much more to be discovered."

"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 America. 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 write to them the muggle way, and they will write you back. They will think that your mum got a new job over here in England."

"Thanks mom, I don't know what I would do if my friends forgot about me."

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

"How do you 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 haven't told him yet?" Harry asked

"I only had the time to get him registered and explain about his soul so he understands why he is even in the Wizarding World.

"Ok" Harry said to me "So since there is still about half a month before Hogwarts starts up again, and your mum has to go home, you need to get a jump on your training, so 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 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 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?"

"I'm 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."