Harry Potter: Bloodraven

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.

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Author's Note:

This is an experiment—a survey to gather your feedback. For this release, I'm sharing the short arc, Revelation, with all its chapters at once.

Going forward, I'm considering two approaches: releasing chapters individually on a set schedule or continuing to publish entire arcs at once, like this.

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