First Love Diaries
The letter had come as a complete surprise. They were celebrating his eleventh birthday when the letter came through the mail slot. Sam had been the one to pick it up and discover that it had been meant for Dean. He had handed it over to his brother, who opened it and read the contents out loud:
"Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Headmaster Albus Dumbledore. Dear Mr./Mrs. Winchester. We are pleased to inform you that Dean Winchester has been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment. Term begins on 1 September. We await your owl no later than 31 July. Yours Sincerely, Minerva McGonagall; Deputy Headmistress."
John snatched the letter out of Dean's hands with a scowl, "What nonsense is this?!"
Mary sighed, "This wasn't the way that I wanted you to find out."
John turned to Mary, "Find out what?
Mary bit her lip, but answered anyway, "I'm a witch. I come from a long line of pure-blood witches on my mother's side. Most of my family went to Livermony, but I contacted Headmaster Dumbledore personally for the boys, in case one of them showed the signs." She paused, "Both Dean and Sam have the signs of following in my footsteps. It's all the little odd happenings, like when Dean had that cherry pie. It floated to him, but I hid it."
John glared at her, "And you didn't think to tell me earlier?"
Mary scowled, "Because I know how you feel about magic and witches. This right here is the very reason why!"
"Well how else do you expect me to react! We've been married twelve years now and I just now find out?!" John yelled, feelings of betrayal getting the better of him,"makes me wonder what else you've been hiding from me!"
Dean looked back and forth between his parents, before glancing over at his little brother. Making a hasty decision, he grabs Sam's hand and pulls him from the room, not wanting to listen to any more of the brewing argument.
Sam looked up at Dean with confused hazel eyes, "Why are mom and dad fighting?"
"Don't know, Sammy," he answered, "but I'm sure it's nothing too bad." He's trying to reassure Sam, but even he knew his answer was a lie. This wasn't going to end well.
As it turned out he was right. Once the fighting had stopped, Dean went to check on his mother and found her crying in one of the chairs next to the forgotten birthday cake. His dad was nowhere to be found.
His steps are tentative as he approaches her, "Mom?"
"Hey, kiddo." Mary looked up smiling softly through her tears. She opened her arms and Dean moved closer, accepting the hug. She pulled back after a few moments looking at Dean with tired eyes.
Dean frowned, "Where's dad? Is he coming back?"
Mary shook her head, "He left. I don't know if he will or not. We'll just have to wait and see." She then straightens up and puts on a smile, "But for now, kiddo, we have to talk about that letter you received."
Dean nodded, putting away his questions about his dad for later, "What's Hogwarts? Am I really a wizard?"
Mary nodded, "Yes you are. And Hogwarts is a Magical school in the Scottish Highlands that teaches children ages eleven and higher how to use magic. The reason you got a letter is because I talked to Headmaster Dumbledore about you and your brother when I was pregnant with you. I wanted you to experience everything Hogwarts had to offer, like I got to when I was your age."
Dean's eyes went wide at that, "You went there?"
Mary nodded, "Yep. Professor Flitwick said I was his best student. Really had a talent for charms." She continued the explanation about magic, the school and the other professors throughout dinner and after. When it was time for bed, she told her boys, "Get some sleep, cause tomorrow we're taking a trip to London to go to Diagon Alley. We'll be using magic to get there."
To say Dean and Sam were excited about the trip would be and understatement; they couldn't wait for tomorrow to come.