Rebirth in a Magical World Chapter 2: Visitors

After Alex had trudged up the stairs, Camille turned to Henry and said, "Can you believe your son did that?"

Henry replied with a cheeky grin, "Why is it when Alex does sothing naughty. All of a sudden, Alex is ‘my child’, but whenever he does sothing impressive, he is ‘your child’?"

Camille flipped her hair around and said, "Hmph… After over ten years of marriage, sotis it's like you don't even know at all."

Henry grumbled under his breath, "There is no knowing crazy."

Right as Camille was getting ready to respond, a small elf-like creature with large green eyes and drooping ears suddenly appeared with a resounding crack. It was wearing a white toga, stamped with the Fawley family crest, a hawk surrounded by stars.

In a high pitch tone, the elf squeaked, "Master Henry's mother has arrived and is waiting in the foyer."

Henry responded, "Thank you, Lola, for letting us know."

The elf disappeared with a crack, and Camille complained to Henry, "Your mother wasn't supposed to be here until noon."

"I know," Henry responded, "But she was probably eager to see Alex on his birthday. Lately, she has been hinting that she would like to spend more ti with him and begin teaching him a basic education. Ever since the death eaters killed my father in the war, she has been getting kind of lonely in her house, and it doesn't help that my brother rarely visits, being so busy with his ship."

"I know, I know, I will cut her so slack, but if she thinks that she will need to spend a lot of ti teaching Alex, then she has underestimated his intelligence. He already knows how to read and write, as well as his numbers. He picks up things so quickly it’s almost unnatural," Camille responded.

Henry replied, "Even if she doesn't have to teach him very much, it will be good for Alex to spend so more ti with her."

Upstairs in his room, Alex had no idea that his parents were deciding how he would be spending the next few months.

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Soti later, I descended the stairs into the living room, where I found grandma sitting with my parents drinking tea. It was hard for to keep my eyes off of grandmother's enormous burgundy hat. Woven into the cap, was a hawk that seed to be glaring at .

Don't you look at like that you big dumb bird, I didn't weave you into that monstrosity.

After I greeted grandma, my parents waved for to sit next to them while they discussed recent events.

Just as the boredom got to be too much to bear, a loud thump could be heard coming from the solid black cabinet that was over 9 feet tall. After a mont, the tall cabinet suddenly opened and the salty sll of the ocean filled the room. A tall raven-haired man stepped inside wearing a long black duster. Following closely behind him, was an Egyptian woman with long-flowing dark hair, wearing a black sleeveless dress with a twin golden snake armband adorning her arms.

"Are we too late for the party?" The man spoke in a booming voice.

Camille rose with a smile on her face and said, "John, Nefret, I'm so glad you could make it, and where is little Omar?"

Nefret responded while shaking her head. "Omar couldn't co, my father took him on a trip to South Arica, and he hasn't returned ho yet."

"Now, where is the little wizard? I recently learned about a fascinating custom in the states. It has to do with hexing the birthday boy," John interrupted and made a show of looking around the room.

I jumped up with a smile on my face and dashed out of the room while shouting, "You'll never catch alive, you old pirate!"

John looked at his brother with an incredulous look, "Did he just call old?"

John pulled out his wand and gave chase while shouting, "This will not stand, calling a dashing young pirate wizard, an old man!"

As I ran out of the living room and past the dining room into the kitchen, Uncle John caught up with , so I dove for the stairs leading to the basent.

"Oh no, you don't, you little brat!" Uncle John shouted.

He flicked his wand at and all of a sudden I was floating in midair. With a satisfied look on his face, he returned to the family room with floating behind him.

After being brought back to the family room, I shot a pleading look at Dad for him to intervene. The gleam in his eye told in no uncertain terms that this was payback for trying to throw him under the bus earlier and he would not be intervening.

As I floated helplessly before the rest of my family, Uncle John mused, "Now what spell would be most appropriate for the birthday boy?"

Dad weighed in with a malicious gleam in his eyes, "There is always the tickling charm, and I know for a fact that Alex is extrely ticklish."

I glared at my father with death in my eyes and promised retribution for this harsh betrayal. Sensing Uncle John getting ready to make his move, I made a last-ditch effort by pleading for rcy with Mum.

With a smile appearing on her face, she whispered with a grin, "Well, it is a foreign tradition, and you know I love learning about other cultures."

Uncle John pointed his wand at with a Cheshire cat grin and chanted, "Rictusempra."

A silver burst of light erupted from his wand and hit . Unable to move in the air, I laughed uncontrollably as the spell tickled my entire body. After several minutes of this, with tears streaming down my face, and kicking the air uncontrollably. A well of energy swelled up inside of and burst out as I scread, "Enough!"

Abruptly, the tickling spell ended, as well as whatever spell was keeping suspended in the air, and I collapsed to the ground with a thud. After catching my breath, I dusted myself off with as much dignity I could manage. I glanced around the room and went to the only remaining safe-haven in the place, grandma.

I climbed into her lap, and her arms wrapped protectively around , I glanced at my speechless family and stuck my tongue out.

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Uncle John smiled and admiringly said, "That was an impressive display of underage magic, I sense another strong Fawley wizard in the making."

Mother preened at my uncle's praise, attributing my burst of magic as her own accomplishnt.

"That's nothing, why just the other day my son brewed a potion without any help from anyone." she bragged.

"I do believe that Alex is our son," Henry interjected, trying to remind Camille to share my deeds with him as well.

"Hmph," Camille tossed her hair with a quick turn and challenged, "Oh, and who is the master potioneer in this house? The second he begins enchanting objects and blowing stuff up is when you can take responsibility."

My father visibly deflated at her words, conceding the battle.

I watched the unfolding drama, and a smile tugged at my lips, while I thought, who needs a tv when one's family is this entertaining?

After my mom stopped teasing dad, Nefret spoke out in carefully worded English, "When will Alex begin school?"

I perked up and chid in with an unmistakable eagerness in my voice, "Hopefully soon."

My dad shook his head and replied, "Not for a while, Hogwarts doesn't allow students to attend until they are 11. He should be going in 1989; had he been born three days earlier, he would be able to start in 88."

After I heard that it would be almost seven years rather than six until I could attend Hogwarts, I glared at Mum to let her know that I blad her.

Mum saw my expression and laughed, "Don't look at like that; you were supposed to be born on the 25th of August. It was you who decided to take your sweet ti, so you only have yourself to bla."

After seeing my indignant expression, Uncle John stood up and said, "Don't worry, little guy, ti will pass faster than you think. I might have brought a little sothing to keep your mind off school."

I watched Uncle John with eager eyes as he opened his leather duster and made a show of sticking his arm into the inside pocket; a laugh escaped when I saw how his arm magically sank up to his shoulder while he was digging around in his small pocket.

"I know I put it around here sowhere," he stated, "Ah, here it is," and pulled out what looked like a black rock half the size of a football.

Uncle John tossed the rock towards and said, "Think fast."

The first thing I noticed after I caught the rock was the heat rising from it. I studied the rock a little closer and saw strange geotric patterns randomly placed on the rock.

"What does the rock do?" I asked.

Aunt Nefret interjected, "It's not a rock; it's a Lamassu egg." She handed a book and said, "I think you will find this useful."

I glanced at the cover and saw the title Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them. Underneath the title were many different images of magical creatures that randomly moved around the book as they pleased.

Mum asked in a worried tone, "Is it safe?"

Uncle John responded, "Of course, a Lamassu will bond with the first thing it sees and consider it a family. It only becos dangerous if sothing threatens its family."

After hearing Uncle John's reply, Dad narrowed his eyes, and pointedly asked, "Is it legal?"

Uncle John innocently pointed his hand towards himself and protested, "Of course, I would never break any of the increasingly stringent and unnecessary laws the ministry has been foisting on the wizarding world?"

I heard my father respond in a tone that would accept no-nonsense, "John."

Uncle John pulled out a docunt and waved it like a white flag and said, "Ok I give, here is the necessary immigration form approving the Lamassu entry into the country. It wasn't easy, but Amos Diggory is an old friend, and he works in the Departnt for the Regulation and Control of Magical Beasts."

I smiled and asked, "Does this an I get to keep it?"

I saw my parents look at each other and have a silent conversation with their eyes. With resignation in her voice, my mother responded, "Yes, but it's your responsibility to take care of it; we won't be doing a thing."

With a broad smile on my face, I hurriedly assured them, "Don't worry; you won't have to do a single thing."

I silently watched the egg, expecting it to hatch at any mont, after a few monts, I shot Uncle John a look and questioned, "Is it broken?"

He replied, "They only can only hatch on a night with no moonlight."

It was tis like these that made miss having all the information of the internet at my fingertips. How did people handle random questions that they needed an answer too before the internet?

I felt a pat on my head as Grandma said, "Lucky you, I do believe that there will be a new moon tonight."

"Why don't you go put that up into your room for safekeeping?" my father said.

I got up and rushed upstairs, after entering my room, I set the egg carefully on my pillow, and after making sure that the egg was secure and not in danger of rolling off the bed. I returned downstairs to find several more presents awaiting .

I looked at my parents for permission, after receiving the nod, I tore into the presents in a manner that is only cute in a child. Deciding to work from smaller to larger, I grabbed the smallest gift. After I tore the wrapping, I saw a little blue leather journal with my na etched in the top of the cover.

As I looked up, Dad explained, "It's enchanted to hide its contents, so no one can read what you write."

I ran over and hugged him and whispered loudly, "Thanks, Dad; this will be handy to keep secrets from a certain nosy nelly," I pointedly didn't look in my mother's direction.

"Hmph, I would never do anything so deceitful." Mum replied indignantly.

"Go on, open mine next," Mum quickly changed the conversation and pointed her wand at a book-sized present and flicked it towards .

The red-wrapped present launched itself at , I quickly reached up and caught it before it could take my head off, the gift seed to shake in my hand as if it couldn't wait for to unwrap it.

I threw a disgruntled look towards my mom for nearly taking my head off and tore the wrapping off. I found a book with the title The Fundantals of Potion Making, "It's a handwritten book," Mum explained in a fond voice, "I was able to get soone special to write it, Nicholas Flal."

After hearing that the author was Nicholas Flal, I looked at Mum, unable to articulate how much it ant to . I reverently held the book. Within these pages was information written by one of the most famous wizards in the world. Flal was over six hundred years old, and the only publicly acknowledged immortal wizard of our ti due to the creation of the Philosopher’s Stone.

A loud whistle shook from my thoughts. Uncle John exclaid: "How did you get him to write that book for Alex?"

Mum replied with a huff, "I've been telling people that we are related, but no one ever seems to believe ." Everyone laughed at her disgruntled expression

I set the book down and reached for the last remaining present; it was a long rectangular box. Grandma spoke as I removed the lid and found a long broomstick inside, "It's a Fawley family tradition to get a broomstick for your 5th birthday."

I only vaguely rember a few of the different models from the harry potter books; I asked eagerly, "Is it a nimbus?"

"NO!" Dad and Uncle John's voice angrily rang out at the sa ti.

"You didn't tell him," Uncle John accused Dad with a betrayed look.

Dad harshly retorted, "He is only five, he doesn't need to know."

I interjected, "Know what?"

Uncle John and Dad seed to have a wordless argunt, before Uncle John threw up his hands and shouted, "Fine, keep him ignorant."

After a few awkward monts of silence, Grandma broke the ice, "No, honey, it's a bluebottle." She turned to Mum to reassure her, "It's the safest broomstick available. It's nowhere near as fast as a racing broom, and has dozens of spells to ensure safety."

I jumped up and hugged Grandma, "Thank you so much." I turned and ran to dad and pleaded with big eyes, "Can we please, please, please go outside and fly."

He replied with a smirk, "I don't know, more guests should be coming for your party in a few hours."

I mustered up all the adorableness I could manage and pleaded with puppy dog eyes. "Please, I'll be good; it won't take very long, please."

"Fine," he relented, "Grab your broomstick, and we can go outside and have your first lesson."

I jumped up and ran outside, eager for my first lesson. Unfortunately, I've learned things rarely go as well as you plan.