The Cambus family was a family of three people. The father, Thomas, the mother, Susanna, or Susan, and the son, Gideon. They were the most normal people you can imagine. If you showed one small hint of abnormality, you were considered a devil worshipper to their standards. Thomas Cambus had just woken up from the strangest dream ever. He imagined somebody with a black cloak hiding his face, pointing a thin stick at a dark brown-haired boy, who was staring at the figure, curiosity burning in his eyes. As soon as the boy saw the face under the cloak, he started balling his eyes out. The cloaked person shouted gibberish and Thomas woke up, sweating. He turned to his side to see his wife fast asleep, back to him. He tried to shake it off and think that he imagined the dream, but it stayed at the front of his mind, like a poltergeist in a corridor. Thomas looked over at his clock, which read 5:35 AM. His alarm would go off in ten minutes. After a lot of contemplating, Thomas got up, got dressed, and went downstairs to make his usual and boring toasted bagel with peanut butter. He heard his alarm go off upstairs and Susan walking around. A few minutes later, she came down carrying Gideon, fully dressed for her job as a stay-home mom.
“Are you heading into work?” She asked her husband with a tired tone.
“Yep, expecting a big order of 4-by-4’s today, so I have to be in early.” He replied, pecking her on the cheek and tickling his son, making him giggle.
Thomas opened and closed the front door quietly so he would not upset Gideon. He got in his car and drove out of their driveway. Driving down the street, something caught his eye. A dog sitting on a rock, reading a sign. Dogs cannot read signs he thought to himself just a stray that has been abused and now is out of its mind. The dog turned its head around and stared at Thomas through his mirror. He continued driving to work, trying not to think of the dog or dream he had had earlier that morning.
Thomas’s work was not even closed to its usual normal. People in robes kept walking down the street, singing obnoxiously. This weird and annoying to him. He was so close to cussing out the passersby because he could not concentrate on his work.
At lunch time, Thomas left his office to go to the bakery across the street. On his way he saw groups of robe-covered people muttering excitedly about this Wilhelm boy.
“He’s saved us! Saved us from You-Know-Who!” said one tall bloke wearing light purple robes.
“That Kammer boy is really going to save us from evil.” muttered a shorter and stubby man that was wearing forget-me-not blue robes.
When Thomas heard the name “Kammer”, he ran across the street, rushed into his office building, climbed the three flight of stairs to his office, put his Do Not Disturb sign on the front of his office door, and slammed it shut. Kammer was the last name of his wife’s sister. Susan’s sister was apart of their kind. But why would they be out at this time of day? What had happened to that atomic family of theirs? Thomas reached for his phone and started dialing their landline’s number but stopped abruptly. He remembered how much Susanna hated talking about her sister. She was deeply ashamed of her and how their parents reacted when she got into that clown circus of a school.
While Thomas was thinking about this, an owl with a letter tied to its leg landed on his office’s windowsill. They stared at each other for a moment and Thomas realized what was happening.
“Shoo, you crazy bird, shoo!” He shouted at the owl, which made it fly off again.
The rest of the day was normal, and when Thomas got home that evening, he ate dinner without talking much to Susanna. He was trying to decide if he wanted to bother her perfect self with the filth of her sister. After dinner, Thomas said goodnight to Gideon and Susanna and went to bed early.
At 11:00 o’clock that night, the dog that stared at Thomas on his way to work had moved for the first time since turning its head to look at him had finally moved. It was stalking over towards the end of the road, where a shadowy figure stood in the middle of the road. Once the dog within 10 feet of the figure, it spoke.
“Hello, Professor Barton.” It said. “Lovely night, isn’t it?”
The dog had now transformed into an elderly woman and was now speaking as well.
“Indeed, it is, Professor Kimpower.” Professor Barton replied. “But these Muggles are very boring. I spent the whole day on that rock and almost nothing happened.”
“All day, geez. I’d expect you to at least stretch your legs a little.” Kimpower chuckled. Professor Barton frowned at him.
“So… the rumors… are – are they true?”
“I’m afraid so.”
Professor Barton started to sob after hearing this. Kimpower’s smile had faded and he looked at the road they were standing on.
“Then why are we here? What wizard will take him in?” She questioned.
“No wizard will take Wilhelm in. He will live over there,” He said, pointing at the house farthest from him, “His only relatives live in that house.”
“But they’re Muggles!” Professor Barton cried. “Wilhelm is the most famous wizard of this generation and he’s only a year old!”
“Yes, that is true, but he won’t remember what happened. He will live here until he is old enough for school.”
“So, who’s bringing him here?”
“Stedore will be transporting Wilhelm here for me?”
Professor Barton rolled her eyes. Stedore was a big man, and at sometimes clumsy. Professor Barton knew that Kimpower was very fond of Stedore
There was a muffled but loud rumbling coming from the south. Kimpower and Barton both turned in the direction of the sound to find a huge motorcycle soaring through the air. As big as it was, the motorcycle landed softly and turned off as soon as it touched down. Stedore got off the motorcycle and revealed that he was holding a picnic basket. Inside was a small boy that was fast asleep.
“Any trouble getting here, Stedore?” Kimpower asked.
“Nope. ‘e fell asleep as we were flyin’ over Crawley.” Stedore replied.
“Good. Good, good. Right then. I think it’s time to drop Wilhelm off at his new residence.”
The three walked to the end of the street, walked up the driveway, and put Wilhelm down on the porch. Kimpower tucked a letter inside Wilhelm’s showing arm and muttered “Good luck, then.”
All three turned around, walked down the driveway, and turned to each other. Stedore was the first to speak.
“Well, I’ll be off then. Gotta ge’ this baby back to its rightful owner.”
And without another word, Stedore turned the key in the ignition and flew into the dark sky.
“I suppose I’ll see you at school, then, professor?” Professor Barton asked.
“Yes, I think you will.” Kimpower replied, smiling.
At that time, they both vanished from thin air.
Wilhelm woke up. Today, he was going to Hogwarts.
