(Kyle's point of view)

Kyle sat on the couch, waiting for his best friends James and Mari to come for their yearly visit. He really wished he still lived with him, for they understood him the best. They never teased him the way some of the kids at school did. Kyle sighed, a frown on his face. It wasn't his fault his parents had to die in that car accident just after he'd turned five, leaving him an orphan. Blame it on the stupid drunk driver and the slippery roads, though he didn't know about the drunk driver until he was older. As for the idiot kids that said his parents didn't want him, well they were mistaken. Kyle knew perfectly well that his parents had loved and wanted him. In fact, the only reason he survived the accident was because his real mother had protected him with her body. His adoptive parents, the Carters, also loved him very much, and certainly didn't adopt him because they felt sorry for him, the way a few kids had said.

It didn't help when all those weird things happened either. While the teasing never truly hurt his feelings, since he knew what was said wasn't true, it still made him mad. As a result, things happened when he got angry. There was the time when a boy two years older than him had been teasing him. For no reason at all, the older boy had suddenly flown back into a wall. He tried to claim that Kyle had pushed him, but there were four witnesses who said that Kyle had never even touched the other boy, which was true. Then there was the time when a girl played a prank on him and before he could even think of a good way to prank her back, the girl had somehow fallen into a mud puddle.

Strange things didn't happen just when he was angry, either. Once Kyle's adoptive parents told him that he couldn't leave the table until his plate was clean, even though he hated brussel sprouts. He had stared at his plate of cold brussel sprouts a few minutes after the Carters had finished dinner and left the table, wishing the hated vegetable would disappear. To his utter surprise, the brussel sprouts vanished a few seconds later, leaving his plate empty. After staring at the plate in shock for a few seconds, Kyle had announced that his plate was clean and was allowed to leave the table. He had never told his parents that the food had vanished as if by magic, letting them think he had eaten them. He had told James and Mari about it, though, who had given him funny looks, and then said that he might end up going to the same school Stella and Stuart were attending.

The doorbell rang and Kyle got up to answer the door, wishing that his friends had arrived. However, he knew it couldn't be them, for his father was picking them up and they'd enter through the door leading to the garage, not the front door. A very short and somewhat old man stood at the step, a letter in his hands. "Mum!" Kyle shouted. "Someone's here!"

Mrs. Carter came downstairs and let the man, who introduced himself as Professor Filius Flitwick, into the living room. He handed Kyle the letter, who proceeded to read it. "Is this some sort of joke?" he demanded when he was done. "Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry? Real magic doesn't exist."

"Mr. Melling, it does exisit," said Professor Flitwick. He pulled out a wand and pointed it at a vase on the table. "Wingardium Leviosa!" With a swish and flick of the wand, the vase floated up into the air. He then proceeded to enlarge the vase, shrink it back to its original size, turn it green and then back to its original color of pale blue.

"Oh," said Kyle and Mrs. Carter, looking shocked by the demonstration of magic.

"You are a wizard, Mr. Melling," said Professor Flitwick. "You've been accepted into Hogwarts and will learn to how to use your magic, if you decide to attend."

That's when Kyle remembered that the school the Lydell twins were attending was named Hogwarts. "You mean Stuart and Stella Lydell are wizards too?"

"Yes, though in Miss Lydell's case, she would be called a witch," answered Professor Flitwick, surprised. "How do you know them?"

Kyle explained about being adopted and that he'd known the Lydells back at the orphanage, for they'd acted as older siblings to him also when James had become friends with him. Professor Flitwick nodded and proceeded to explain about Hogwarts and the wizarding world, adding that Muggles, or non-magical people, weren't supposed to know about it, other than the Muggle prime minister, the relatives of a Muggleborn, and any Muggle that happened to marry a witch or wizard. Kyle immediately said that he wanted to go to Hogwarts, and after a few seconds of hesitation, Mrs. Carter agreed, but said that she had to see if her husband agreed as well.

At this point, Mr. Carter arrived with Mari and James. Kyle took the two upstairs while Mr. Carter spoke with Professor Flitwick and his wife. In the end, he agreed that Kyle could attend Hogwarts, and seemed proud pf the fact that his adopted son was magical. Professor Flitwick looked surprised when two letters appeared just before he left, addressed to James Lydell and Mariko Kishi. Mrs. Carter hastily explained that they were Kyle's best friends from the orphanage and were currently visiting. Mari was the only one that came downstairs when Mr. Carter called for the kids, and politely explained that she and James didn't need to have the wizarding world explained because Stella and Stuart had told them about it. She took the letters, thanked Professor Flitwick, and said that Stella and Stuart had volunteered to take them to Diagon Alley and would no doubt be happy to have Kyle go along as well. The tiny teacher looked surprised, but accepted it and after bidding the Carters good-bye, left.

Mari went back upstairs, where Kyle was not very happy with his friends. "Why didn't you tell me about magic sooner?" he demanded. "Stuart and Stella told you guys."

"That's because they figured out we must be magic, since we've done odd stuff before like they did," replied James patiently.

"Well, I've done funny stuff before too. You could have told me, since I'm not a Muggle and am a wizard like you."

Mari sighed. "Kyle, we didn't know if you were a wizard or not. It wasn't until you told us about how you made your brussel sprouts disappear that we wondered if you were magic. But we couldn't be completely sure until you got your Hogwarts letter, so we decided not to say anything."

"I guess," said Kyle. "All right, I forgive you guys. But you could have still told me. I wouldn't tell anyone about it. You know I can keep a secret."

"Which is why I'm about to tell you a big secret about myself," said James. "You can't tell anyone about it, understand, Kyle? The only people to know besides Mari and me are Stella and Stuart, and that's because they found out about it first." He rummaged through his suitcase and took out Magical Modern History, which Stella had lent him.

With a puzzled frown, Kyle read the chapter that Mari told him to. The frown disappeared and his eyes widened when he read the description of Harry Potter. He had to read it again to make sure he hadn't skipped anything or misread it. Then he set down the book and stared at his first friend. "You're Harry Potter!" he gasped, putting two and two together. "You've got the black hair, green eyes, and scar! Then that means you're famous, since you're the one that defeated this Lord Voldy-thingy."

"It's Voldemort, though Stuart likes to call him 'Moldy-dork' as a joke," said Mari, giggling.

Kyle laughed. "That's a good nickname." He picked up the book again to finish the chapter. When he was done, he said quietly, "I swear to never, ever, tell anyone that my friend James Lydell is really Harry Potter, even if I were tortured or Moldy-dork appeared and threatened to kill me or anyone close to me."

"You needn't go that far, Kyle, but thanks," said James. "You understand why I just want to be James Lydell and not the famous 'Boy-Who-Lived'?"

"James, if you wanted to be Harry Potter, I'd think something was wrong with you and have you sent to the nuthouse," responded Kyle with a snort. "Either that or I'd stop being friends with you because you'd gotten a big ego. Sure, it'd be nice to be someone famous, but to have people be nice to you because of something you can't really remember and not because of you as a person, would get annoying. And can you imagine having to deal with all the reporters and stuff?"

James and Mari couldn't help laughing, obviously pleased that their best friend understood completely. Kyle joined in the laughter, but quickly sobered as he thought of something. "What about your scar, James? If everybody in the wizarding world knows what you're supposed to look like, then they'll know that you're Harry Potter, no matter how much you try to saw that you're James Lydell." James explained about Metamorphmagi, how he was one, and gave a demonstration of the ability.

Kyle gasped at seeing his friend change his appearance to a virtual copy of Stuart, then to a boy with brown hair and blue eyes, exactly like Kyle. James then turned back to his normal self, explained that he could only move his scar to another part of his body and not make it disappear, and said that while at Hogwarts, he'd change his appearance so that he'd look like the twins' younger brother.

"That's a useful gift," said Kyle, feeling a little envious, but not jealous. "Nobody will ever know who you really are unless you decide to tell them."

James nodded and he and Mari proceeded to tell Kyle everything Stella and Stuart had told them about Hogwarts and the wizarding world.