DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry Potter
John Hawthorne was happy with his life, being raised the past 10 years by his uncle Ken. Ken was the perfect guardian, he was fun, but still responsible, strict, but never mean, and the best part, he was a wizard. Over the years, Ken had taught John a wide variety of spells for a wide variety of uses. Ken had also educated John on the Wizard World, it's history, famous figures, landmarks, events, etc. John had also learned much about the muggle world, thanks to his school. John was typically made fun of at school, mainly due to his love of magic, he had been bullied a lot for believing that magic was real.
John woke up one morning, he jumped out of bed, got changed and went to leave his room, when the door was locked, he saw his Uncle Ken's wand on his dresser with a note.
'See if you remember the right spell'
John chuckled and picked up the wand, pointing it at the lock on the door.
"Alohomora."
The door unlocked and John ran downstairs, where his Uncle had breakfast with him ready.
"First try, good job, kiddo." said Ken, taking back his wand from his nephew.
John sat down to enjoy his breakfast, delicious as always, Ken was a very skilled cook, it always surprised visitors that Ken was able to create such good food without using magic.
"I hope you're ready for today, you're going to be learning some offensive spells." said Ken
"Great, can't wait."
Later, Ken had set up a bucket on a barrel outside. He stood next to John and pointed his wand at the bucket.
"This is the blasting curse, keep a close eye on the movement of my hand, okay?" asked Ken
John only nodded his head. Ken turned his gaze to the bucket.
"Confringo."
With a wave of his wand, the bucket exploded. Ken led John to take a closer look at the damage.
"You see why it's called the blasting curse, it's very dangerous, it can cause severe harm if used improperly, that's why I believe it's best used as a last resort, unless you know how to do it right." explained Ken
"Understood."
Ken pointed his wand at the destroyed bucket.
"Reparo."
With the bucket fixed, Ken placed it back on the barrel and handed his wand to his nephew.
"Your turn, now, concentrate."
John took the wand and pointed at the bucket.
"Confringo."
John was disappointed with the result, the spell only gave a small bang, which only shook the bucket, causing practically no damage to it.
"It's okay, you'll get it eventually, let's work on some more spells." said Ken
The uncle and nephew duo spent the day practicing spells, while John still struggled with the blasting curse, eventually, they called it a day and sat down for dinner.
"Hey, Uncle Ken…"
"Yeah?"
"Since I'm close to my eleventh birthday, should I be getting my Hogwarts letter soon?"
"Well, you've learned plenty, you have a lot of skill, I wouldn't be shocked if you got your acceptance letter tomorrow."
John smiled, but his smile disappeared almost instantly.
"What's wrong?" asked Ken
"Um, I know there's no point in asking, but…any news on my dad?"
John had always asked that when his birthday drew close. When he was 5, he asked Ken about his parents, Ken felt it best not to lie and had told John about the fire, how his mother had died and his father went missing. He also mentioned that the Ministry of Magic were searching for his father.
"I'm afraid not, kiddo."
"I thought not, do you think he'll ever turn up?"
"John, your father was a very skilled wizard at Hogwarts, I have no doubt he's out there somewhere, and I know he'll be back some day."
John smiled again, he hoped his Uncle was right about that. John heard something outside and looked out the window, a flock of owls were flying overhead.
"Looks like Hogwarts is sending out their acceptance letters." said Ken
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