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Chapter 1 : Find the Words to Explain
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Pouring a can of pea soup into the toilet and pretending it was vomit? No, he'd done that the last time. Ketchup on the nose, pretending it was blood? No, that one was just stupid. Faking a headache? Nope, his mum would just turn that around on him and tell him it was his own fault for staying up too late the previous night.
Kaden Dursley sighed and sat up on his bed. He gazed out the window at the overcast sky. It was impossible to tell the time of day since the sun was blocked by clouds, but his clock said it was nearly one o'clock. It would probably rain later, which only worsened Kaden's mood.
Ever since Kaden awoke at noon, he had been trying to think up a good excuse to skip going to dinner at his grandparents' house later that day. His grandparents were possibly the most insufferable people on the face of the planet, save for his Aunt Marge.
Kaden had never liked his grandparents. Sure, they'd showered him with endless gifts on his birthdays and Christmas, but that was the only way they showed their affection. Well, aside from his grandmother's bone shattering hugs, which were surprisingly tight considering her small frame. His grandparents were downright boring, their conversations ranging from the weather to what the next door neighbors were doing that morning.
However, the absolute worst thing Kaden's grandparents had done was ensure that he had to go to Smelting's in the fall. Smelting's was an elite school that his grandfather and his father had both attended. Kaden had visited numerous times and hated everything about it. He hated the awful uniforms, the stuck-up professors, and the kids who constantly argued about whose father had the best job.
Kaden had told his parents that he didn't want to go. At first, his father was willing to consider letting him attend public school with all his friends, but after his grandfather had his say, there was no discussing the matter. Smelting's it was. And after that, he would surely be destined to work for Grunnings, the same drill company that his grandfather and father worked for. What a boring life.
Perhaps if he tried real hard, Kaden would be able to give himself a fever. He'd done it once, a few years ago. His parents had wanted him to attend some sort of work related party for his grandfather, and Kaden had been dreading it. Half hour before they were supposed to leave, his temperature spiked to five degrees above normal and he'd been able to skip the party. The best part was, the fever had been gone within the hour.
He had no idea how he'd done it, though. Kaden concentrated hard, thinking of hot things such as volcanos and the Equator, but even after fifteen minutes of thinking, he still felt perfectly normal. It must have been a fluke, the other time. Must've just been a random fever.
There was a soft knock on his door and Kaden hastily got out of his bed. He opened the door, revealing his mother standing in the doorway. She was a short woman with straight brown hair, the same color as his own, that was level with her chin.
“Kaden, good, you're awake,” she smiled. “Your grandfather wants to see you in your Smelting's uniform tonight. He's gotten a new digital camera and needs to take some pictures of you in it.”
Kaden groaned. “But I wore it last time I saw him.”
“I know,” she said. “But it's really not a big deal, is it?”
“Fine,” Kaden muttered.
His mother left and Kaden shut the door again. She had always been the peacekeeper in the family. Whether dousing arguments between Kaden and his seven-year-old sister, Bethany, or easing the tension between Kaden and his grandparents, she was always keeping the peace.
Not ten minutes later the door burst open and Bethany practically flew into the room. She never knocked, something Kaden would normally yell at her for. However, this time he was too shocked at her appearance to bother shouting.
Bethany was wearing a princess outfit, complete with sparkly shoes and a crown. She was grinning ear to ear and her long blonde hair was curled.
“Why are you wearing that?” Kaden asked. Bethany wasn't normally the girly type and preferred to wear jeans and a t-shirt while kicking a football around with Kaden.
“Grandma Petunia got it for me,” Bethany grinned, “It's so much better than the other princess costumes I've seen. Now Grandpa Vernon can take pictures of me, too.”
“Wish he'd just take pictures of you,” Kaden muttered.
“Mummy did my hair. Do you like it?” Bethany asked.
“Lovely,” Kaden replied.
“I-” Bethany began, but stopped as the doorbell rang. “I'll get it!” she shrieked as she ran out of the room.
Kaden ran after her. She wasn't supposed to get the door, and not only because of the reasons most parents wouldn't let their seven-year-old daughters answer the door. A few weeks ago she had purchased over fifty chocolate bars from a kid who was selling them, with their mum's money.
“Bethany, move!” Kaden shouted as they reached the door.
Kaden pushed her out of the way and peered out the window. There was a man standing on their front porch wearing an outfit even stranger than Bethany's. In fact, it kind of looked like Bethany's. It was a dress. A black robe-like dress. Kaden had to stifle his laughter as he opened the door.
“Hello,” the man greeted them. He was shorter than Kaden's father, but taller than Kaden. His blonde hair looked windswept and he had a happy smile on his face.
“Er, hi,” Kaden said, still trying not to laugh.
“Are your parents in?” the man asked.
“Yeah,” Kaden answered. “Bethany, go get them.”
“Why are you wearing a dress?” Bethany giggled.
“Not a dress,” the man said. “Go get your parents and I'll explain.”
More curious than ever, Kaden glared at Bethany until she turned around and ran into the kitchen. Kaden turned back to the man and watched him. He seemed nice enough, still smiling as he stood on the stoop. Kaden assumed he was selling something, perhaps the strange dress-like outfit he was wearing? If that was the case, then he'd have no luck at the Dursley's house. At least he hadn't showed up at Kaden's grandparents' house, though. He certainly wouldn't be smiling after that. Petunia and Vernon hated anything abnormal and that would certainly include men wearing dresses.
Bethany returned with their parents following behind her. Dudley was dressed in jeans and a t-shirt that was stretched over his rather large belly. His blonde hair was neat and tidy, which Kaden was sure was due to the dinner with his grandparents. Normally Dudley didn't fuss around with his hair.
“Dudley and Christina Dursley?” the strange man asked.
“Yes,” Dudley said as he furrowed his brow. “Can I help you?”
“My name is Professor Neville Longbottom,” the man said as he stuck out his hand. “I have something I wish to discuss with you. May I come in?”
“I suppose,” Dudley said as he shook the professor's hand.
Kaden held the door open and Neville Longbottom stepped inside. Kaden followed as his parents lead them into the living room. Christina ran to fetch drinks while Neville settled himself onto one of the couches. Dudley sat in the chair across from him, looking confused and slightly shocked. Bethany was staring at Neville.
Kaden sat down in a beanbag chair on the floor and waited for the adults to start talking. He was glad his parents hadn't kicked him and Bethany out of the room. He hated when they did that. It was rather pointless anyway since Kaden had become very adept at listening in on his parents' conversations.
Christina returned with drinks and passed them out. Neville took a sip of his, set it down, and then turned to Dudley.
“This may come as a bit of a shock for you,” Neville began. “But I am a professor at Hogwarts.”
Dudley spat out his soda and started coughing. Christina let out a small gasp and turned to look at Dudley, who had gone pale white. The two shared a look and then turned back to Neville.
Kaden was more confused than ever. What was Hogwarts? A school? Why would a professor from a school he'd never heard of show up at his door? His parents had obviously heard of it.
“That's a stupid name,” Bethany announced.
“You don't mean,” Dudley began, ignoring Bethany. “You can't be serious. This has got to be a joke!”
“It's not a joke,” Neville assured him. “I've come to offer Kaden a place at Hogwarts.”
“But, but,” Dudley said faintly. “Oh my God.”
Kaden was fully alert now. What sort of school was Hogwarts? And what had he done to earn a place? He hadn't applied to any other schools besides Smelting's. Of course, if this Hogwarts school really was offering him a place, he wanted to go. Anything was better than Smelting's.
“But what is Hogwarts?” Kaden asked.
“Dudley,” Neville said quietly. “What have you told your children about Harry?”
Harry? What did Harry have to do with this? Kaden had met his dad's cousin, Harry Potter, only a few times. All he knew was that Harry had three kids around his own age and that they lived in London. For whatever reason, Kaden's family rarely visited them. Kaden found this rather odd since his grandparents had raised Harry after Harry's parents were killed in a car crash.
“Not much,” Dudley muttered.
“You told them Harry's parents were killed in a car crash, didn't you,” Neville said, more as a statement than a question.
“What else was I supposed to say?” Dudley groaned.
Kaden stared at his father, who was looking more and more uncomfortable. Had Harry's parents really not died in a car crash? Why would his dad lie about that?
“Well, you're going to have to explain now,” Neville said. “I'll wait. Unless you'd rather I do it-”
“No, no, I'll do it!” Dudley exclaimed. “But only if we decide that Kaden can attend this school.”
“Of course I'm going!” Kaden shouted. “Dad, you know I don't want to go to Smelting's and here's the perfect reason not to!”
“I don't know,” Dudley sighed. “What will my parents say?”
Nobody said anything for a few moments. Kaden continued to glare at his father. He was sick of having to do what his grandparents wanted. Why wouldn't his own father stick up for him?
“Enough,” Christina said loudly. “Look, Dudley, we knew this could happen. It runs in the genes! He's been making odd things happen for years. We tried to ignore the signs, but we knew it might happen. And frankly, I'm happy. You and I both know he wouldn't have been happy going to Smelting's. I also couldn't care less about what your parents think. You're a grown man, Dudley, make decisions regarding your kids based on what you think, not what your parents think.”
What ran in his genes? It couldn't be intelligence. Kaden knew he was average, no better than most of the kids his age. Maybe it was football skills? Kaden was a fair football player, but no one else in his family was particularly good. How would that run in his genes?
“All right,” Dudley said quietly. “He can go.”
“Excellent!” Kaden exclaimed. “Now can somebody tell me what Hogwarts is? And what exactly I've got running through my genes?”
Dudley looked up and his eyes met Kaden's. “Hogwarts is a school. A special school that Harry attended when we were kids. It's a school of magic, for witches and wizards-”
“Wait,” Kaden interrupted. “Magic? Like Abra Kadabra and magic wands and stuff?”
“Wands yes, but Abra Kadabra is not a spell,” Neville said as he pulled out a long stick which Kaden assumed was a wand.
Kaden watched skeptically as Neville pointed his wand at his glass of soda. He muttered something in a different language and the glass began to float. Kaden gaped as he glass floated around the room and then back to Neville. Neville caught it and then pocketed his wand.
“Holy crap,” Kaden gasped. “So I've got magic running through my genes?”
“Apparently so,” Dudley said.
“Then how come I can't do magic, like make my homework magically do itself?” Kaden asked.
“You aren't trained,” Neville said, “but even then you won't be able to make homework do itself. Think, Kaden, has anything ever happened to you that you can't explain?”
Kaden thought, then his eyes opened wide and he stared at Neville. “What if a person really didn't want to go somewhere and they got a fever all of a sudden and then it went away once they didn't have to go where they didn't want to?”
Neville grinned. “Yes, that would be magic. Did that happen to you?”
“Er, yes,” Kaden said, avoiding his father's eyes. “But I didn't do it on purpose. Trust me, I've tried to do it again and it doesn't work.”
“Of course you didn't do it on purpose.” Neville laughed. “Things like that happen to a lot of young witches and wizards.”
“But what about Harry?” Kaden asked. “You said his parents didn't die in a car crash?”
“They didn't,” Dudley said. “They were murdered by an evil wizard, Lord something or the other-”
“Voldemort,” Neville muttered.
“Right,” Dudley said. “Harry was sent to live with my parents and I, who told him his parents died in a car crash. They told him nothing about magic or his parents. They thought if they ignored the magic, they could stamp it out of him. They hate magic. When he turned eleven a man showed up to tell him all about it and offer him a place at Hogwarts.”
“So, do James, Albus, and Lily go to Hogwarts?” Kaden asked. “And is this Voldemort bloke still around?”
“James and Albus are currently attending Hogwarts, but Lily is too young,” Neville explained. “And Voldemort was defeated years ago; no need to worry.”
Kaden nodded. Quite a few questions were going through his head, but he couldn't figure out which to ask first.
“So,” Dudley said. “He's going to have to get a- a wand?” Dudley's face paled a bit when he said 'wand'.
“Yes,” Neville smiled, “Everything you need can be found in Diagon Alley in London.” He rose from his chair and pulled a letter out of his robes, handing it to Kaden. “Your acceptance letter and list of supplies.”
Kaden took the letter and ripped it open. It was printed on thicker paper than what he was used to, almost like the sort of paper he imagined people wrote on centuries ago.
He unfolded it and read it aloud to his parents and Bethany. It told him of his acceptance and was signed by the deputy headmistress, Professor Padma Patil. Then it said that the Hogwarts Express would leave from King's Cross station on September first, from a platform 9 3/4.
“9 ¾?” Kaden asked questioningly. “That's not a real platform, is it?”
“It is,” Neville laughed. “It's hidden from Muggles.”
“Muggles?” Kaden repeated.
“People who can't perform magic, such as your parents,” Neville explained.
“Oh,” Kaden replied as he unfolded the list of supplies. It was full of odd books such as Magical Herbs and Fungi, brass scales, and even a pewter cauldron. If his father hadn't have already known about magic, he would've thought the whole thing was a joke.
“I can take you to London and show you where Diagon Alley is, if you would like,” Neville suggested.
“No, no, I think I'll ask Harry,” Dudley said.
“That's fine,” Neville replied. “Do either of you have anymore questions?”
“Am I a witch?” Bethany asked.
“Well, I'm not sure,” Neville answered. “If you get a letter the summer you're eleven then you're a witch. If not, then you're not a witch.”
“Oh,” Bethany said disappointedly. “I want to be a witch.”
“I'm sure Kaden will tell you all about Hogwarts once he's there,” Neville assured her as he stood up. “I'm going to have to go, but if you've got any questions, just get ahold of Harry.”
“Thanks,” Dudley said as he shook Neville's hand. He still looked in shock and not all the color had returned to his face.
“I'll see you at Hogwarts,” Neville said to Kaden.
“What do you teach?” Kaden asked.
“Herbology,” Neville replied. “Magical plants.”
Kaden watched as Neville left the house and then turned his attention to his parents. Dudley had slowly sat down on the nearest chair and let out a small moan.
The only sound at dinner was the chink of utensils hitting the china plates and the loud burp that Kaden let out after chugging half a glass of soda, earning him a stern gaze from his grandmother. It seemed that nobody could think of anything to talk about. Even the usual topics of the weather, sports, and work had been exhausted.
Kaden and Bethany had been given strict orders by their father not to mention anything about Hogwarts, Harry, or magic whatsoever. Kaden's grandparents hated magic with a passion, something that kind of amused Kaden but seemed to frighten his father. Kaden has also learned that his grandparents did not like Harry due to his being a wizard, which explained why he rarely saw Harry or his children.
Vernon and Petunia were still under the impression that Kaden was going to attend Smelting's and Kaden had just endured an hour of having his photo taken by his grandfather while wearing his Smelting's uniform.
“You should get involved with boxing at Smelting's,” Vernon said in between bites of potatoes. “Your dad was a champion boxer when he was there.”
“I like football,” Kaden muttered while wondering if Hogwarts would have football. Wizards would still play sports, wouldn't they?
“Football...” Vernon muttered. “Better than nothing, I suppose. Smelting's does have an excellent football team. I'll give the coach a ring and let him know you'll be joining.”
“Well I'm not sure yet what I'll be joining,” Kaden said as he pushed his carrots around his plate.
“You'll join a sport, though,” Vernon insisted. “Boys grow into proper men when they play a sport.”
“We'll need to bulk you up, too,” Petunia commented as she placed another pork chop on Kaden's plate.
“I've already been to the school twice,” Vernon said as he took another large gulp of brandy. “Spoke with all your professors and they're quite excited to meet you. Long line of Dursley men who attended Smelting's, you know.”
“Yeah, you've mentioned it five times,” Kaden said under his breath.
“What was that?” Vernon asked.
“Nothing,” Kaden muttered.
Kaden really didn't like lying to his grandparents. His parents had always taught him that lying was wrong, but now he knew that they had been lying to him his whole life about Harry. Now, he had to lie to his grandparents. How long would he have to keep lying?
“Dudley had a wonderful time at Smelting's,” Petunia commented as she refilled Vernon's brandy glass. “Another glass, Dudley?”
“No, no, I'm fine,” Dudley said. His own brandy glass was still half-full.
“Every holiday, coming home with wonderful stories of your friends and all you'd done during the past term...” Petunia smiled as she reminisced.
“And that's where he started his boxing career!” Vernon said proudly. “You'll do us proud, Kaden. You've got the Dursley blood.”
Not really, Kaden thought. More like he had the Potter blood. Or perhaps not. He wasn't technically related to the Potter side of the family, just the Evans side. So he had Evans blood.
“You know what?” Christina said. “That's it. Dudley, we're telling them.”
“Telling us what?” Vernon asked, setting down his brandy glass.
“We can't,” Dudley hissed. “We said we wouldn't tell them tonight.”
“This is ridiculous, Dudley,” Christina said. “It's not fair to the kids.”
“Tell us what?” Vernon asked, more loudly this time.
Christina stood up. “I'd like to talk with you in private, Dudley.”
Dudley got up and followed Christina out of the room. The two of them disappeared into the kitchen, leaving Kaden and Bethany alone with their grandparents. Petunia was sitting straight up, wearing a pinched expression, and staring at the kitchen door. Vernon was sipping on his brandy again. It was all very awkward. Kaden pushed his uneaten food around on his plate and tried to avoid his grandfather's eye.
Christina and Dudley returned a few minutes later, Christina looking triumphant and Dudley looking anxious. They resumed their seats and Christina gave Dudley a knowing look.
Dudley sighed and glanced at Vernon, before staring at his plate. “Mum, Dad, we've got to tell you something. Kaden's not going to Smelting's.”
Vernon dropped his brandy glass and it shattered onto the table. Petunia looked so shocked that she did not even move to clean it up. “He's WHAT?” Vernon exclaimed.
“He's not going,” Dudley said quickly. “It's not for him. He hasn't wanted to go there from the start and we're not going to force him.”
Kaden felt his grandfather staring at him, despite the fact that he was not looking up from his plate. “That's not true, Kaden,” Vernon said.
“It is,” Kaden muttered. Kaden finally looked up and saw that his uncle was staring agape at Dudley. Petunia looked mildly uncomfortable.
“Then where's he going?” Vernon asked. “Not public school. You know the issues that exist with them.”
“Yes, public school,” Dudley said immediately. Christina turned and glared at him.
“Public school?” Vernon roared.
Public school? Kaden thought. Was his dad really going to switch one lie for another?
“He wants to stay with his friends, Dad,” Dudley said. “We just can't force him to go somewhere that he doesn't want to go.”
“Every boy in our family has gone to Smelting's!” Vernon exclaimed as he slammed his fist down on the table. “You can't break that tradition.”
“Vernon...” Petunia said quietly. “Kaden is their son. It's up to them.”
“It's outrageous, Petunia. The boy won't get a proper education in public school,” Vernon insisted.
Kaden wished the ground would open up and swallow him whole. Was that the sort of thing he could do with magic? It would be very useful for dinners with his grandparents.
“You'll regret this, Dudley,” Vernon said. “Mark my words. Smelting's is the only suitable school out there. He's going to miss out on a lot.”
Kaden glanced up and glared at his grandfather, who luckily did not notice. Why was he so against any school besides Smelting's? He knew the reason why Dudley didn't want his grandfather to know he was attending Hogwarts, but would it really be that awful if they told him? Did he really hate magic that much? But he, Kaden, was a wizard. A wizard just like Harry, and Vernon hated Harry and all wizards. Did that mean his own grandfather would hate him, Kaden? It gave Kaden a sickening feeling in the pit of his stomach and he pushed his plate away.
“May I be excused?” Kaden asked quietly.
“Yes, that's fine,” Christina said as Vernon continued to shout.
Kaden escaped the dining room and ran upstairs to the smallest bedroom. He knew it had been Harry's bedroom, although it no longer contained any remnants of his wizard cousin. It was neat as could be, decorated in pastels and flowers. Kaden sat on the bed and stared out the window.
Earlier in the day he'd felt so excited about finding out that he was a wizard. It explained all the strange things he'd done in the past. The fever was not the only time something inexplicable had happened to him. Once, he had fallen off his bike, landed hard on his wrist, and suffered no more than a scratch. Another time he'd left a library book at home that he had meant to bring back to school, only to find that it had appeared in his backpack during lunch.
Why hadn't his dad told him about Harry being a wizard? Perhaps there was some sort of law preventing wizards telling Muggles about magic? That would explain why most Muggles did not know about magic. But his mother had known. Dudley had clearly told her. Harry must have done strange things as a child and Kaden wondered if his own father had realized what Kaden was when he did strange things.
There was a knock on the door a few minutes later. Christina popped her head into the room and told Kaden they were leaving. She looked angry. Kaden nodded and quickly followed her down the stairs and out the door, without even saying goodbye to his grandparents.
The next few weeks were both exciting and awkward. Kaden put up a calendar on his wall to count down the days until he got to leave for Hogwarts. Harry had said he would take them to Diagon Alley a few weeks before term started and Kaden was very much looking forward to that.
Kaden's parents had a very big row in the days following the dinner at Vernon and Petunia's. Christina insisted that they tell Vernon and Petunia about Kaden attending Hogwarts and Dudley still wanted to keep it a secret. In fact, during those few weeks, they did not see Vernon and Petunia at all, when they normally saw them once a week.
It took a long time for Christina to convince Dudley that he should tell his parents about Kaden attending Hogwarts, but she finally did. In fact, it was the evening before Kaden and his family were to go to Diagon Alley with Harry that they went over to Vernon and Petunia's for dinner once more.
The affair was very quiet at first, with nobody knowing what to say and the only phrases mentioned being “pass the salt” or “could I have some more brandy, please?” Kaden did not say a single word, which even he knew was rare, since he liked to talk a lot.
It was Vernon who finally broke the silence. “Still set on this public school, are you?”
Dudley and Christina exchanged glances. “No, actually, Kaden was never going to attend public school,” Dudley said quietly. “He's been selected to go to a small, private school in Scotland. He didn't apply, but he's been selected to attend.”
“Then why did you tell us-”
“He's going to Hogwarts, Dad,” Dudley interrupted, clearly wanting to get it over with. “There. I told you. He's going to Hogwarts. Kaden is a wizard, just like Harry.”
Kaden watched as both of his grandparents visibly paled. Vernon dropped his brandy glass. Petunia let out what could only be described as a small squeak. Vernon's face then turned the purplish color it did when he got angry.
Petunia squeaked again and Vernon slammed his fist down on the table. “That place! That place where the boy went. Where ABNORMAL people go. You can't honestly be thinking of sending Kaden there?! I won't have it, I won't!”
“It's not up to you,” Christina said shortly. “He's our son.”
“He's going, Dad,” Dudley said quietly. “Christina and I, we had a feeling....”
“A feeling about what?” Petunia asked.
“Kaden's done strange things,” Dudley answered. “Like Harry did when we were kids. We never told him about magic, but we half expected this.” Dudley left out the part about him debating whether or not to let Kaden attend.
Vernon gave Kaden a very strange look, one that made Kaden feel mildly uncomfortable. It was a weird mix of confusion, anger, and the slightest bit of revulsion, as if he could not stand to think that someone actually related to him was a wizard. Vernon had surely prided himself on the fact that he was not actually related to Harry.
“You don't have to send him there,” Vernon said, after he tore his eyes away from Kaden. “It's not required. You're under no obligation-”
“He's going, Dad,” Dudley said. “It's what's best for him.”
“No, it's not!” Vernon exclaimed. “He'll get mixed up that same crowd that your aunt did and you know what happened to her.”
“She was murdered!” Dudley exclaimed. “You can't blame her for being murdered. And the madman who did it is gone.”
“He'd be better off at Smelting's,” Vernon muttered as he poured himself another generous helping of brandy, in a new glass. “Smelting's won't be happy to hear this.”
Kaden couldn't care less about Smelting's. He was just happy he'd never have to set foot in the place again. Anything would be better than Smelting's and what little he knew about Hogwarts was better. He just wished his grandfather would be a little more accepting. Kaden may not have particularly liked his grandfather, but he still loved him and hated feeling as if it was not mutual.
Vernon sighed and stared at Kaden once more. Kaden immediately looked down at his plate of uneaten food.
“Vernon,” Petunia said quietly. “He's still your grandson. You may not like that he's a wizard, but he's still your grandson.”
Vernon chose to ignore this and continued eating. The table settled into uncomfortable silence once more and Kaden managed to choke down a few bites of chicken before Petunia brought out dessert. She served Kaden a very large helping of pudding, but he only ate a few bites before stopping.
Kaden and his family did not linger after pudding was finished. No one seemed inclined to visit any longer. Vernon and Petunia walked them to the door, but Vernon beckoned Kaden into the living room before they left.
“Er,” Vernon began. “Your grandmother's right. You are still my grandson. I can't say that I'm not disappointed you're not going to Smelting's and I absolutely hate that other...school...but you're still my grandson.” Vernon gave Kaden an awkward one-armed hug.
Kaden nodded, smiling. As far as he was concerned, that was as good as an apology from his grandfather. He caught up with his parents and Bethany, gave his grandmother a hug, and they left.
Kaden lay in bed that night feeling very content. His grandparents may not have been happy about his attending Hogwarts, but they did not seem to hate him for being a wizard, and that was as good as he expected. Plus, the following day he would get to go to Diagon Alley with Harry and the rest of his magical cousins. It would be his first taste of the magical world and he could not wait.
A/N: Big thanks to my Skype writing group who helped me come up with a title for this! Especially to Mikayla, who came up with the title I used.
If you enjoyed this, check out Albus Potter and the Tracks They Left Behind, in which Kaden's story is continued in.
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