Revelations ( I - III ) 6,000 Words
Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, two weeks had passed as Maverick adjusted to his new rank.
He woke up in the morning, stretched his muscles, and went through his usual routine before leaving his room and heading down to the bar.
In contrast to the comfort and cleanliness of the guest rooms, the bar remained dim, somewhat dirty, and plain.
"Maverick, how are your studies on Muggles going?"Tom greeted him as he came down.
"Doing quite well, actually. It's an interesting subject," Maverick replied with a faint smile.
Tom had repeated the same question countless times over the past six months. By now, Maverick was used to it and didn't bother commenting on the peculiar behavior as he settled into one of the long tables.
"I'll take a steak and a cup of tea, if you don't mind," he said casually, glancing at the man while placing his order.
It could be said that he was now quite familiar with Tom, as well as the regulars who frequented the pub. All of them were aware of his keen interest in studying Muggle society—or rather, it was the story he had led them to believe.
He finished his breakfast and, once again, approached the humpbacked man. "Mr. Tom, I'll be away for a few days and just wanted to let you know."
He wasn't obliged to inform him, but having already paid for the room for the entire year, he didn't want anyone else occupying it during his short absence.
"Don't worry, young man," Tom replied kindly."The room is yours for the next six months, even if you're not back by then."
Maverick nodded with a smile, glad he didn't have to go into more detail.
"Right, then...see you in a few days."He waved and walked out, carrying only a small pouch, which contained several other bags enchanted with extension spells.
As he walked down the street, he mulled over how the upcoming conversation with his parents might go.
That's right—he was about to reveal his wizarding identity to them today.
One reason was that he would be away from home intermittently, making it difficult for his parents to reach him, if everything went according to plan. Moreover, his parents weren't exactly ordinary people. They held respected positions, and if they thought he had gone missing, it could lead to unnecessary complications.
His father, the current Prime Minister, would likely turn all of Britain upside down searching for him. His face and name would be everywhere—exactly the kind of attention he wanted to avoid.
In the past six months, Maverick had visited home a few times, mainly to show his face and explain why he had quit his job—a position his parents had helped him secure. His explanation was simple: he had found another career path. Fortunately, his parents didn't press for more details.
The second reason he was planning to reveal his secret was that he believed his father, given his position, should be aware of the magical world. With his help, Maverick hoped to legitimize his wizarding identity, and a plan was already in place to make it happen.
On the southeast side of London, on Westminster Bridge Road, about a minute's walk from Lambeth North tube station, stood an elegant and exquisite two-story house.A taxi slowly pulled up and stopped by the roadside, and Maverick stepped out.
As he looked fixedly at his home, his thoughts drifted down memory lane, reflecting on his parents
They were quite wealthy, but most of it came from his mother's American, she met his father during their university days, and after starting a relationship, she moved to the UK to build a life and start a family with him.
His mother's family ran a large newspaper agency called the World News Network, though he couldn't fully recall the name from his memories of his previous life. It vaguely resembled another name he remembered.
This world felt both familiar and different from the one he knew. He realized there were likely many more differences yet to uncover.
His parents married and moved to the UK, where his mother started a company in partnership with his father. While his mother managed the business, his father supported it as a shareholder. Over time, the company grew into one of the largest publishing firms in the UK, largely due to the influence of his mother's family.
His father entered politics shortly after his mother's business got started. When Maverick was born, his father was a Member of Parliament in the House of Commons.
Now, 18 years later, he had recently been appointed Prime Minister by royal prerogative.
His father was a skilled politician, rising to the top in just a short period with his sharp mind. As a result, the family formed connections with the royal family. Maverick had even met the Queen once when he was about six years old.
Now, with his father holding the trust of the House of Commons, those ties were likely even stronger.
(A/N: I am not British and know very little about British politics or their political hierarchy. Everything you just read—or may read in the future—about it might not align with reality. Remember, this is a fantasy world, and not everything has to be accurate. Some details I might have just made up on the spot, so please cut me some slack!)
Standing outside his house, Maverick reflected on the past and felt a bit nervous about the conversation he was about to have.
Taking out the key, he gently opened the lights were on, which meant his parents—or at least one of them—were home.
"Michael, is that you?"a gentle female voice echoed from within the house.
Moments later, a beautiful woman in her thirties appeared, her blonde hair tied back and wearing an apron over a white shirt and blue held a metallic bowl in one hand, stirring its contents with a wooden spoon.
"Ah!You're home, son.I thought it might be your father," Ariel, his mother exclaimed, a smile breaking across her face the moment she spotted him
"Hi, Mom..."Maverick said, shrugging off his black coat and hanging it on the stand."Do you know when Dad will be home?"
"He should be back around seven," she replied, returning to stir the contents of the bowl.
"Need any help with that?"Maverick asked, leaning in to give her a quick hug.
"No, I'm fine, how's the new job going?"she inquired, a warm smile brightening her face.
"Um...It's fine, really."He opened the fridge and pulled out a water bottle, taking a quick swig.
"You sure?You know you can always ask for help, right?"
Her tone was steady, but Maverick saw concern in her eyes.
"I admire your determination to chase your dreams onyour own and gain remember, it's okay to lean on us when you need father and I are here for should know that I wouldn't have gotten my business off the ground without my family's support."
Maverick listened, taken aback.'Is that why they think I quit?I guess it makes that's why they didn't ask for more details when I mentioned that I had a new career plan...'
"What do you mean, Mom?Of course I'd ask for help when I need it," he assured her.
"Ah..."His mom seemed momentarily at a loss for words, pausing her her expression shifted to one of pride and joy."So...you found a job?"
Ariel felt a genuine happiness at the thought that her son had secured a job on his own, without asking for their help.
"Not , sort of…" Maverick replied, choosing his words carefully."I wanted to talk to you both about something important."
"Important?"His mother's brow furrowed, curiosity , her eyes widened with sudden realization."You didn't get a girl pregnant, did you?"
Poof!
Cough cough!
Maverick nearly spat out the water he was drinking, choking on the unexpected words that came out of nowhere.
He gave his mother a blank look. "What in God's name made you jump to that assumption?" he asked, trying to regain his composure. "No, I didn't get anyone pregnant. I don't even have a girlfriend," he added quickly, cutting off any further argument before it could start.
"Oh, thank God," she replied, visibly relieved.
"Really?" Maverick raised an eyebrow, a slight smirk tugging at his lips. "I feel bad now... to think my own mother would think of me as some kind of scumbag."
"What?No!Hah..."His mother let out a nervous laugh, trying to mask her embarrassment.
"So, what's this important thing you wanted to talk about?"she asked, swiftly changing the subject and smiling again.
"We'll talk when Dad gets back," he said, walking toward the living room."I'll be in my call me when you're done baking whatever deliciousness you've got going on in there."
"Alright, mysterious man," she replied, chuckling as she returned to her cooking.
Several hours later, Maverick found himself sitting nervously in front of his father had returned right on time, just as his mother had Maverick could come down to meet him, she had already explained their earlier conversation to his father.
Michael Caesar was a tall, handsome, middle-aged man with a strikingly attractive face, exuding a natural air of authority. His towering height, combined with his sharp features, gave him an imposing presence that perfectly matched his stature.
"Go on, son...What is it?"Noticing his son's nervousness, his father lent a helping hand by starting the conversation.
"Well...it's about why I've been away so often lately and why I left the job you found for me."
Seeing how anxious her son was, Ariel started to feel concerned."Maverick, I'm beginning to worry..."she said, frowning slightly.
"I'm not in any trouble...Mother," he replied, trying to ease her worries, though inwardly he was a bit anxious himself.
Taking a deep breath, he continued, "Mum, Dad, I didn't quit the opportunity you got for me because I was unhappy or because I thought it was unethical to accept help from you.I left because...well, I've discovered something about different."
"Oh God, no...Please don't tell me you're ga—"
Hearing his mother's interruption and realizing what she was about to say, Maverick cut her off."Mother!You have some very strange ideas.I can assure you, I am 100% not gay!"
"Oh, thank God..."His mother let out an exasperated sigh of , even though his father tried to maintain a poker face, Maverick sensed the momentary nervousness in his father's eyes shifting to relief.
"Ahem...As I was saying, I discovered something different about myself.I..."Maverick paused, glancing at his parents before continuing, "I'm a wizard."
There, hehad finally said revealing the truth, he felt an unexpected wave of relief.
There was a brief silence before his mother, the most talkative person in the family, broke it.
"A what?A wizard?"Her tone was more amused than confused.
At the same time, Maverick used his Magical Sense to observe his father's enough, his father's expression immediately turned stern.
"That's right, a wizard.I have magic," Maverick added, leaning back on the sofa as if to show relief and a lazy confidence, waiting for his father to address the statement.
"Uh...dear, I think our son may have something wrong with his head," his mother said, the amusement fading from her face as she looked to her husband.
When she turned to him, she saw his expression was deadly serious.
"Mich-Michael?"she had she seen her husband look so grave, and it threw her off balance.
"Prove it," Michael finally said, addressing his laid-back son.
"Prove what?"Ariel asked, bewildered.
"Dear, please, just trust me on this."
"Oh God, my son and husband are both crazy!"Ariel exclaimed, covering her gaze darted between Maverick and she tried to sound exaggerated, neither of them paid her any attention now.
Maverick met his father's eyes and then reached for his wand.
As soon as Michael saw the wand, his eyes widened in disbelief. He was one of the few non-magicals who knew more about the existence of magic than most, and now he was almost entirely convinced that his son's confession was true.
"My dear Maverick Caeser, do you need me to make some space for the magic trick you're about to show?"Ariel blinked before looking at her son, then her eyes showed amusement looking at his wand.
Maverick ignored his mother's teasing and kept his Magical Sense focused on his father's expression.
From the look on his face, it was clear his father knew about magic, and Maverick felt even more certain about what he had read regarding the relationship between magical and non-magical people in this strange, alternative universe of Harry Potter.
After taking a moment to observe his father, he replied to his mother, "No need, Mom!Just sit there!"He gave a helpless smile before starting the show.
He had now mastered some of the most useful spells to an advanced he lacked actual combat experience, he believed that his current abilities were above those of a typical Hogwarts graduate.
Clearing his throat, he tapped on the glass water jug on the table and performed a Transfiguration jug instantly transformed into what he had envisioned: a white pigeon.
"How was it?"Maverick asked, looking at his mother, who was now in a leaned back in his chair, though his main focus remained on his expected, there was only a momentary shock on his father's face before his expression returned to normal.
"Huh?"Ariel seemed to have just woken from a gaze shifted between the very real-looking pigeon, which was bobbing its head, and Maverick, going back and forth several times with a face full of disbelief."Was that...Was that a magic trick?"
"Michael!"his mother called out, shaking his father's shoulder with one hand and pointing at the transfigured pigeon with the other.
Ignoring his mother's ranting, Maverick sat quietly, leaning back in his chair, waiting for a response from his father.
The calm exterior his father usually maintained was still present, but the flicker of genuine surprise in his eyes couldn't be Prime Minister of Britain was not easily shaken, but this had clearly turned out to be unexpected.
"Ariel, dear, I saw it," his father said to the visibly shaken woman beside tone was calm, though it seemed to have the opposite effect of what he intended.
"Saw it?Of course, you saw it.I saw it!Why aren't you showing any surprise?"Her expression was a mixture of confusion and expectation.
"Ariel!"His father called out a little louder, and his mother immediately calmed down.
"Dear, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to shout, but could you please listen until I finish speaking to our son?"Michael gently caressed his wife's cheek."I promise you'll have answers after that."
Ariel was stunned for a the unbelievable display of magic from her son and hearing her husband raise his voice at her—it took her a while to regain her then did she realize she had been acting somewhat wildly.
Maverick sat calmly, observing the interaction between his believed his mother's reaction was perfectly , especially someone like his mother—a very logical person who had never encountered anything supernatural—would be extremely surprised after witnessing real magic.
The transfiguration he had performed transformed a non-living object into a living one, which would appear quite supernatural to any ordinary person.
His mother calmed down after a while, nodding to her husband before focusing her gaze back on Maverick.
Maverick remained silent, now meeting the steady, measured gaze of his father.
"So…you're a wizard?"his father finally spoke, his voice laced with confusion."When did this happen?How did we not know?"
His mother was the first to react, quickly turning her head toward Michael, demanding to know the meaning behind his finally realized why her husband had seemed so calm; both her son and husband had been keeping incredible secrets from her.
Michael raised his hand, urging her to stay met her eyes, silently asking her to remain calm while he explained , he turned his attention to Maverick, ready to hear his son's explanation.
Maverick took a deep breath, feeling the weight of his father's gaze and began his somewhat fabricated explanation.
"I discovered magic about six months started with a small I began experiencing strange sensations," Maverick said, resting his hand on his chin as if he were deep in thought.
"At first, I started to see more clearly and hear might sound odd because I never had any problems with my vision or hearing to begin that's how it felt.
Then even stranger things started day, I woke up to find myself levitating about a foot above my bed.I was shocked before my body fell back onto the I hadn't discovered magic by now, I might still believe it was all in my imagination."Maverick paused, glancing at his parents, who were giving him their full attention.
"I was worried.I wanted to talk to you both about all of this, but I didn't know how.I was scared you'd think I was some kind of freak."
"Son..."his mother's soft, concerned voice broke the silence.
Maverick continued, "Remember the day you told me about my internship with Mr. John and his company?Well, at first, I was really happy and thought once I started working and got busy, I'd forget about all of that very same day, I decided to visit the company, just to clear my head and take a walk, maybe.
I took a taxi to their office building, spent some time observing the place, and felt genuinely excited.I loved the atmosphere there and couldn't wait to get started the next day.
After a while, I decided to head home.I didn't take a taxi back; I thought a walk would help clear my 's when it walking down Charing Cross Road, that strange feeling returned.I looked around, checking for anything out of the ordinary—I didn't want anything bizarre happening while I was out in public.
And then, out of nowhere, this small, shabby-looking inn appeared between a record store and a large bookshop.
It was moment, it wasn't there, and the next, it was as if it had just materialized.I felt a powerful pull toward it...I can't quite explain it, but I knew I had to go inside.
Of course, I didn't enter immediately.I stood there, struck me was how people on the street seemed to completely ignore the was as though they couldn't even see confirm my suspicion, I went into the bookshop next door and asked someone inside.I was right—they weren't aware of the 's when I knew this place might hold answers to the strange things happening to me.
So, I went was like stepping into another place was dimly lit by candles, and the people inside wore strange despite the odd atmosphere and outdated fashion, it was still just a small bar.
I found an empty table and sat people gave me strange looks—probably because I wasn't dressed like them—but they soon lost interest.
The pub owner was a peculiar-looking man, but polite.I ordered a drink and sat, quietly listening to the conversations around me.
What I heard was , wizards, witches—an entirely different world.I sat there, doing my best to keep calm, just listening and absorbing everything.
After some time, I saw a group of three come in—two parents with their child, who looked about ten years spoke with the pub owner, whose name was Tom, by the way.
They discussed something, and then Tom led them further someone like me, it all seemed pretty suspicious.
I eavesdropped on their weren't trying to be parents mentioned an alley, and Tom enthusiastically talked about something called 'Muggles' and 'freshmen.'
They disappeared to the back, and after a while, Tom returned.I stayed seated, watching as another family arrived not long after.
They, too, spoke with Tom, and I overheard a similar 's when I decided to follow.I don't know what came over me—I just knew I had to go.
I stood up, and as Tom was leading the second family inside, I called out to him.
I was nervous, of course, but the words just came to me.I asked if I could go in my surprise, Tom didn't ask any questions or seem suspicious at simply smiled and gestured for me to follow."
"Even more surreal things led us to the back, where it seemed like a dead end—just a wall and a few trash nervousness grew, and I even felt a bit scared.
Then I saw Tom take out a stick, something I had noticed many people inside the bar were carrying.
He tapped on the brick wall, and something incredible bricks began to move on their own.I can't even begin to describe it—it was as if the wall came to bricks shifted and rearranged themselves until an entrance , with a grin, proudly said, 'Welcome to Diagon Alley.'
The kid and his parents standing next to me looked as shocked as I felt, which seemed to give the strange pub owner a sense of satisfaction.
Tom gestured for us to go ahead, and so we went soon as we entered, the entrance behind us vanished, but I was too overwhelmed—both excited and nervous—to dwell on it.
I needed information, and the best source I had at the time were three people who, like me, were new to I had no other option.I had nothing, I knew nothing, and at least they were there for a purpose.
So, I struck up a conversation with the kid's parents, starting by commenting on how incredible everything seemed.
I learned that they were there to get books and materials for their child's , their kid had his first magical outburst a few months didn't know about it until the next day, when a teacher from a magical school arrived and explained everything.
According to them, they were both non-magical, but their child had somehow awakened magic—a very rare occurrence, as they learned from the magical school teacher.
I followed them throughout the day and even became friends.I had to lie, of course, telling them I was an American wizard visiting Britain's magical world for the first time.I learned a they had been told by the teacher what to do, I essentially got a free tutorial on what someone new to this world should do.
You wouldn't believe some of the things I saw, Mom," Maverick said, his tone growing more excited.
"There were these short, quite ugly creatures called managed the magical , magicals have their own currency system.
Fortunately for me, I followed the family, and after they exchanged some British pounds for coins, I did the same—250 pounds for 50 's the name of the magical I was with them, I had no issue with identity verification.I guess they assumed I was a wizard , only wizards can exchange pounds for Galleons, with a maximum exchange of 50 Galleons per month.
After that, we went to a wand , the magicals channel their magic through wands, which are basically sticks.
Again, no problem—I got myself a wand too, though I had to tell a harmless lie.I said my old wand shopkeeper was skeptical at first, but I flattered him, saying he was the best wand did the trick, and the old man forgot his doubts and handed me a wand.
I was nervous, though.I wasn't sure if I could even do magic or how to use a wand, but I went with it on a whim.
It was on the fifth or sixth try that a wand finally reacted," Maverick said with a melancholic smile, glancing at his wand.
Next, we went to the the family bought books for their kid's first year, I went on a spree, buying all sorts of books—history, theory, spell books, everything.I was excited and couldn't wait to learn more about this world.
The day ended and I exchanged some pleasantries with the family before saying left, and I stayed the night at the Leaky Cauldron had rooms upstairs for guests.
That evening, I could barely sleep.I skimmed through a history book before finally dozing off.
The next morning, I returned to the real world, resigned from Mr. John's company on the spot, and went back to the inn to continue my reading.
I had learned so much about them, yet it felt like I knew so little. They were like an entire group of humans, isolated or hiding in plain sight.
For the past six months, I stayed there, doing nothing but learning. I studied their history, their relationship with the non-magical world," Maverick paused, glancing at his father.
"I learned about their culture, their laws, and all the information available to the public. And I learned magic. Contrary to what the books said, it all felt… easy. Too easy for me.
The children there start school at eleven and spend about seven years studying before they graduate. I had learned nearly all the spells from their seven-year curriculum. The only things I haven't mastered are potions and some sports...
So yeah… that's what I've been up to these past six months. I didn't want to keep it from you any longer," Maverick said, leaning back in his chair. "Ask me anything, Mom, Dad. Whatever you want to know."
The room fell silent after Maverick finished telling his story. He had mixed truth with lies, deliberately hiding the real details of his system. Even though much of it was fabricated, he made the story sound convincing enough to be believable.
Ariel sat quietly, her hands shaking, eyes wide with disbelief.
Her husband stayed calm, but the look in his eyes gave him away. He was clearly thinking hard about what his son had just revealed.
"So, you've been living there for six months," Michael finally spoke, his voice steady. "Just like that..."
Maverick nodded. "It was all new to me. I needed time to figure it out, to make sense of everything. I didn't know how you'd react, and... well, you saw how Mom did."
Ariel blinked, snapping out of her daze as her attention shifted back to her son. "Maverick, how could you think we wouldn't want to know? Something this life-changing? I—" She paused, her voice trembling. "You could have been in danger. Anything could've happened to you."
"I know," Maverick said quietly, guilt mixing with resolve in his expression. "I didn't mean to worry you. But I had to understand this world first, before getting you involved."
Michael let out a long sigh, his face hardening. "Does anyone else know? Anyone in the wizarding world?"
Maverick shook his head. "No. I've kept a low profile. I didn't want to attract attention until I understood what I was dealing with."
"Good," Michael said firmly. "Keep it that way."
Ariel turned to her husband, a newfound determination in her eyes. "Michael, you're talking like you know something about this. Explain. Tell us!" she demanded, her voice rising.
Michael hesitated, unfazed by her outburst. "It's... complicated. Classified informa—"
"No! This is our family now. You will tell us what you know," she interrupted, her voice firm.
Michael paused, thinking carefully, while Maverick sat quietly, watching him. Maverick hoped his dad would finally start talking, and maybe his mother's push was just what he needed. He stayed quiet, letting their argument play out without getting involved.
"Fine! Fine, listen," Michael said, his face serious. "Before I start, I need both of you to swear that what I'm about to say stays between us. This is classified information—international secrets that only a few people in the government know."
"We will!" they both replied in unison.
"And as for you," Michael added, crossing his arms and leaning back in his chair, "I've got plenty of questions for you, young man. We're not done yet."
Maverick simply nodded. He knew his story wouldn't be enough to answer all their questions. Fooling the Prime Minister of Britain, even if that person was family, wouldn't be easy.
"Okay. It all started during World War II when the governments discovered what you call 'magicals.' They're actually called wizards and witches.
If you read any history book, you'll only find information about Hitler and his madness, but there was much more happening behind the scenes.
Hitler was just one player. There were two other groups involved: a powerful archmagus and his followers, and a notorious terrorist organization.
You might have read about this in magical history books. The archmagus was named Grindelwald, and he had many powerful followers. They wanted to take control of the world. Their propaganda claimed they wanted to stop technological advancements because our weapons were becoming more destructive, and that scared them.
Grindelwald made deals with the terrorist organization. While they weren't magical, they were far from ordinary. Both groups publicly supported Hitler, but in reality, they had their own goals. The terrorists wanted to seize newly discovered technologies, while Grindelwald aimed to cripple scientific progress by secretly targeting brilliant minds around the world.
Hitler was used as a cover while both groups pursued their agendas in secret.
I won't go into too many details, but where there are bad guys, there are also good ones. Governments around the world became aware of the three parties involved in this terrorism. The magical governments had no choice but to reveal themselves to the non-magical governments. Even though Grindelwald
was targeting scientists quietly, he and his followers didn't hide the fact that they were using magic.
This led to meetings and agreements. The magical and non-magical authorities joined forces to put a stop to the threat. Together, they formed a World Security Council and created a task force of powerful individuals.
For the first time, technology and magic worked together, which helped bring an end to the war.
Afterward, the magical world chose to remain hidden, but disagreements arose. Eventually, both sides agreed to keep their secrecy in public while cooperating with non-magical governments if something significant arose.
Before the war, all witches and wizards were recorded only by magical governments. Now, all magicals born to non-noble wizards are also registered by non-magical governments. Yes, we have witches and wizards working in our British government—many, in fact. There's a special task force that handles mostly supernatural events.
You'd be surprised by the unusual things that happen, and not all of them are related to magicals. But I won't go into detail about that because it doesn't concern you. I just wanted to give you a heads-up since you're now a special person. The world is big, and there are more than just magicals and non-magicals who are special.
So yes, I am aware of wizards. I have witches and wizards who work for me, and I have many friends from that side."
Maverick and his mother listened quietly as his father spoke. They were both speechless.
Maverick had just learned a lot, discovering many details that weren't in the magical history books.
For his mother, it was an overwhelming amount of information, enough to shatter her worldview. She looked shocked, trying to process everything.
Finally, she said, her voice trembling, "This is just... too much to handle."
Michael nodded. "I know. It sounds unbelievable, but it's true." He paused for a moment, then added firmly, "And you can't tell anyone about this. Not a soul."
"I won't," she replied, taking a deep breath. "I get it. It's just... hard to believe."
Maverick stayed quiet, sensing the weight of the moment, waiting for his father to ask him questions.
It didn't take long for Michael to turn his attention to Maverick after comforting his wife. Michael's face showed he was determined to get answers.
"Son, you said you discovered magic six months ago?"
"Yes," Maverick nodded.
"As far as I know, magicals usually have their first awakening between the ages of three and eleven. How did you get yours after turning eighteen?" His father asked.
"I don't know, Dad. I've read about all this, and a lot of it doesn't make sense when you compare it to what's normal."
"Oh... then tell me what you think."
"Well, you know that magicals have ranks that show their power, right?" Maverick said.
"True. In our government, we have two Great-Magus and about a dozen Magus working, along with many Apprentices."
"Can you tell me the age of the youngest Magus?" Maverick asked.
Michael gave him a curious look before answering, "37. The youngest is 37. The Great-Magus are... well, much older than me. Why do you want to know?"
"Well, after my first awakening, I was already a Mage Apprentice. Maybe it's because mine came late, but in just five months, I had my second awakening, which promoted me to Magus rank."
"That's impossible!" His father exclaimed in shock.
Maverick looked his father in the eye, his expression calm and determined.
"You're serious..." his father asked, disbelief etched on his face.
"Yes. And there's more."
"More...?"
"Do you know that Magus-level and above can manipulate physical matter? That's one of the things that sets them apart," Maverick asked, raising his arm and pointing at the table with the index finger.
The table slowly lifted off the ground, rising before the astonished eyes of his mother and father.
"This isn't a spell you might be familiar with," Maverick continued. "This is me using pure Magical-Energy."
His parents' faces were frozen in shock.
"But how?" his father stammered. "Even if you're a Magus, you shouldn't have this much control over magical energy. None of the Magus working for the government can do that. Maybe they can move something small, like a book, but even then, they need intense concentration. I've seen them train. Only a Great Magus has this kind of effortless control."
"That's why I said there's more," Maverick replied. "I know I'm different, even compared to the top magical talents. I could do this the day I was promoted. And remember, I taught myself nearly all the spells they cover in seven years at Hogwarts."
His father paused, thinking. "Okay... do something really difficult. Let's see... How about a Patronus? From what I've heard, that's one of the hardest spells they teach at magical schools."
Maverick didn't hesitate. "Expecto Patronum!"
With a flick of his wand, a brilliant white energy began to pour from its tip. In seconds, it shaped itself into a shimmering raven.
"Amazing..." his mother whispered, her voice full of awe.
Maverick turned toward her. "Mom, let me show you something truly magical."
The Patronus raven flapped its wings and glided over to his mother. She gasped, but before she could scream, her expression shifted. Her initial shock softened into calm, and soon, a genuine smile spread across her face.
"Beautiful..." she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.
His father sat in stunned silence, unable to speak.
"Do you believe me now?" Maverick asked.
It took his father a moment to respond, still processing what he had seen.
"Ye—Yes. This is... unheard of."
"I know, Dad," Maverick said. "Honestly, it's one of the reasons I felt I needed to tell you both."
Maverick leaned back in his chair, settling comfortably as he gave his parents time to absorb everything. He dissipated the Patronus, allowing his mother's mood to return to normal.
"What was that?" his mother asked.
"A Patronus Charm," Maverick explained. "It's a powerful magical spell fueled by happy emotions. Being in contact with it can bring joy and suppress negative feelings."
His mother, once again, was left speechless.
"So, you need my help? With what?" his father asked, shifting his gaze from his stunned wife to his son.
"Well... from what I've learned about the magical world, all witches and wizards are registered with their respective governments, especially magicals born to non-magicals... Muggles. And I'm a bit of an anomaly... with no records..."
He paused before continuing. "With your connections, I was hoping you could help sort that out. Also, I want to take part in the magical school exams. If possible, not here, but maybe in America..."
His father narrowed his eyes, giving Maverick a scrutinizing look. He took a moment before speaking in a slightly suspicious tone, "I see. So that's whats this really about... Tell me, son, if I weren't in a position of power, would you have told us everything like you did today?"
Maverick sighed inwardly. He knew his father would catch on, though not this quickly.
He decided to be honest. "Eventually, yes. Maybe not today. If you two were just a regular couple, I'd have to be sure I wasn't bringing more trouble than you could handle."
"You don't think this is trouble?" his father asked, amused.
"Trouble, you," Maverick emphasized, "can handle as the Prime Minister..." he added with a smirk. "Plus, you're my dad, so..."
"Michael Caesar, you're going to help our son with everything he's asking for," his mother said, arms crossed, staring her husband down.
She had calmed down a while ago and had been relatively quiet compared to her earlier reactions.
Maverick gave his mother an imaginary thumbs-up. He knew she would always have his back.
"Alright, alright," Michael said, raising his hands in mock surrender. He may be the Prime Minister of Britain,but in their house, she's the one in charge.
Hearing his father's words, Maverick felt a huge weight lift from his shoulders. He was sure his father would help, but explaining all this, mixing truth with half-truths had been exhausting for him.
"I have so many questions, son..." his mother said, now excited as the tension in the room lifted.
"I know, Mom. I'll answer them all once I figure out a solution to my current problems..."
"Right... Michael!" She shot a pointed look at her husband, who could only sigh.
"I'm thinking, dear. What he's asking isn't exactly simple."
"Good. You sit there and don't get up until you've figured out a solution for my son's problems," she replied, standing up from her chair. "I'll go make some tea while you boys work it out."
She headed toward the kitchen, leaving her husband momentarily speechless.
"He's my son too, you know..." Michael called after her.
Maverick chuckled, amused by the harmless bickering between his parents.