Reborn As A Squib In Harry potter

It had been over a week since Harry had gone off to Hogwarts, and I was feeling a bit lonely. Sam was great company, of course, but I'd grown attached to the little guy, and all his questions about magic.

I'd received an owl from him on Sunday, telling me all about his classes and classmates. He seemed to really be enjoying his time there, minus Snape's potion class and Astronomy. The former for obvious reasons, and the latter because he wasn't fond of staying up late.

I'd chuckled a bit as I read about him complain about Ron's snoring, and written back to him about looking up Silencing charms, and also suggested he befriend Hagrid for stories about his parents. The Groundskeeper had been a good and loyal friend in the books, and I felt that the two of them deserved to have that friendship continued in this life.

However, I had gotten a very interesting letter in the mail on Monday. It was an invitation to have lunch at Overton Downs Sports Club, which was an extremely fancy and exclusive country club that had golf, polo, tennis, an Olympic sized pool, and all the other trappings of society's elite.

It was signed by the Finch-Fletchleys, and I recalled grinning like a loon when I saw that. Somehow, my luck – and business card – seemed to be paying off.

Though I did have to get a proper outfit. I needed something to wear that wouldn't stand out too much there. Thankfully, I had Inky and a house full of old stuff to go through, and I found an old Acromantula silk suit and tie. The style was a bit out of date, from the 1920's if I wasn't mistaken, but it would do, and the quality of the materials wouldn't loose out to anything worn there by the club goers.

'I wonder what they want to see me about?' I wondered as I prepared to leave to meet them that Saturday. I adjusted the cufflinks – rune studded with a Shield charm to block a single low powered spell – and tie – also woven with runes to be stain resistant.

"What do you think, Inky?" I asked, looking over at my loyal House Elf as I finished my preparations by putting some samples of my cosmetics into a pocket on my suit – pre-expanded with a storage charm by my ancestors.

"Young Master Eddy looks like gallant, proper young master," Inky said, wiping a tear from his eyes. "Inky never thought he would get to see you looking like proper noble that you are."

"I'm not a noble," I muttered under my breath.

"To Inky, you are," the House Elf claimed.

I wasn't sure how to feel about that, so I choose not to say anything.

"Okay, let's go," I said instead, and Inky snapped his fingers, poofing us both away.

We'd scouted out Overton Downs a couple days before I was supposed to meet there in order to get a scope of the place, and find a location I have Inky pop me into. You don't ride a bus or taxi to get to a place like Overton Downs. I'd have been laughed out the door if I'd tried. With no other choice, I relied on magic.

The place we popped in at was a section of the country club's parking lot that was away from any cameras, and behind a few decorative bushes so no prying eyes could notice us.

"Wish me luck, Inky," I requested, and he nodded, snapping a salute.

I walked out, straightening my clothes superficially, and walked with confidence I didn't quite feel up to the entrance.

I flashed my invitation to the man at the doors, who nodded and had someone escort me into the building, since I was a guest and not a member of the club.

'Jeez, how much money do these people have?' I couldn't help but wonder as I walked past opulence and finery that boggled the mind. It was all tastefully downplayed, so nothing looked gaudy, but I could tell that everything was made of the highest quality materials.

As I tried not to gawk, I was led into the dining room, where the Finch-Fletchleys were waiting for me to join them for lunch.

"Good afternoon," I said in greeting, giving a polite nod to the duo. "And Mrs., may I say you look lovelier than when I first met you."

"Charmer," she said with a demure smile. She was wearing a dress that was probably worth more than my entire apartment complex, to say nothing of the string of sapphires around her neck.

As I sat down, I glanced at Mr. Finch-Fletchley. He wasn't a big man, but he was surprisingly muscular, his bulk straining against his clothing. Racking my mind, I recalled some of the info I'd looked up the family as part of my preparations for this meeting, namely that he'd been in the military. Retired SAS officer, to be precise.

I also noticed he was closely observing me too as I took my place at the table facing them.

"Thank you for extending an invitation to me," I said, drawing upon all the of the – admitted limited – etiquette lessons I'd gone through as a child. Before it was confirmed I was a squib.

"No, it's our pleasure," Mrs. Finch-Fletchley replied. "We invited you here because we were curious about the new world our beloved Justin has found himself in, and I recalled that you were quite knowledgeable during our tour."

'Translation, they want the deets on the magical world, and didn't know how to contact anyone else who had connections to it,' I thought calmly. I'd expected this, and wasn't unprepared.

"I'd be happy to answer any of your questions," I promised. "What did you want to start with?"

"Hogwarts, as well as the quality of education our son will be getting," Mrs. Finch-Fletchley declared. "We heard it was the premiere magical school in Britain, but after seeing Diagon Alley, I have to wonder if it's the case."

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