Michael Afton
Chapter 4- Michael Afton
Dumbledore did in fact go to the Dursley residence the next day.
He arrived on the all-to-nice doorstep in garish cyan robes and knocked on the door. It was harshly jerked open by none other than Petunia Dursley.
“What do you want! We already told that- that… abomination that the boy isn’t here!” She screeched at him.
“Yes, yes that is why I am here. He told me you hadn’t seen him in years?”
“Yes years! We took my precious Dudley to an arcade and the little freak went missing. If that’s all then get off my doorstep before someone see’s or my family gets home.” She glared, leaning on the doorframe. He could tell that he wouldn’t be able to get any more out of her, so he used legilimency. He saw them walk into Freddy Fazbear’s and leaving without the boy. They had barely even looked for him, merely yelling his name a few times before leaving.
Albus couldn’t believe it. Looking farther, he saw that they hadn’t even reported him missing. Not even after those other kids went missing from the same establishment. He bid Mrs. Dursley farewell, then walked down to the house of Arabella Figg. The woman was a squib who Albus assigned to watch over Harry Potter, a spy who evidently hadn’t been doing a very good job.
But when he knocked on the door, it was not Arabella who answered.
“Hello?’ Asked the young woman in the doorway.
“Hello there, I am looking for a friend of mine, Arabella? She lives here.” He gave a grandfatherly smile.
“Oh, you must be talking about the last owner, she doesn’t live here anymore. Had a bad accident the year before I moved in.” She answered. A brush of legilimency proving her words correct. Albus frowned.
“I see. Well I am sorry to bother you, I’ll be on my way.”
“Good day then, I’m sorry about your friend.”
And with that he made his way back to Hogwarts.
Flash forward to the 30th of august, Albus was preparing for the final staff meeting before they welcomed the students. It was also the day he would meet Michael Afton. Before he could contemplate farther, he had to welcome Sybill and Hagrid. Sybill Trelawney smelled of incense and sherry, per usual.
Not long after those two (2) arrived, others followed, until everyone except Mr. Afton had arrived. He told Michael to arrive a little later than the others in order to properly introduce him. He did wonder what Quirinus would think of his replacement.
“Alright everyone, let us start the meeting!” He exclaimed with a twinkle in his eye.
“B-but Albus,” Quirinus stuttered, “w-what of m-m-my rep-p-placement. He d-d-doesn’t seem to have a-a-arrived?”
“Fear not, I had him come later so I could introduce him to everyone at once.” A knock on the door caused everyone to raise their heads. “Ah! Mr. Afton, Come in!” A few of the older professors recognized the name from their class list, while others simply knew of the family’s tragedy. Those who knew William Afton however, couldn’t help but think, ‘Him! He hired that man!’.
That is, until the door opened.
The man who walked inside was not William Afton. It was a tall man with dark, mid-length brown hair dressed in a black open robe, underneath was a white button up and black slacks, with a brown leather messenger bag. His face and build was a bit more filled out than Williams had been, and although he had the Afton’s purple eyes, they were much darker than William’s lilac. It was, however, still quite obvious they were related.
“Just call me Mike.” He said in a deep, tired tone. He looked like he hadn’t slept well in days, if the dark circles under his eyes were anything to go by. He walked over to a chair and sat down next to Severus.
“Well, let us get introductions out of the way, and then we can begin the meeting!”
Mike had no idea why he was here. He knew he needed to find his father, to destroy what was left of him, to help the souls of those poor children pass on, and fix his little brother. But after everything, he needed a break. Being a skinsuit for days and having to use almost all of his own magic to heal himself was hell. Luckily the family magics made him extremely hard to kill, and gave him enough energy to make himself look at least mostly human and alive instead of the walking corpse he was earlier.
But when he heard about the job listing, he just felt something pulling him to it, something telling him that he had to be here. He figured it couldn’t be too bad, he just had to keep an eye on some snot nosed kids and make sure they pass his class. He knew not many would take Muggle Studies, any muggleborn would already know the material and most purebloods thought muggles were beneath them. It would be an easy A class with kids who barely knew math or science.
But Michael wouldn’t make it that way. If he was going to do this job, he was going to throw himself into it, if only to distract from all he had learned. He planned to catch these kids up on modern science and math. Maybe if he used the practical knowledge from his last job, and living with his father of course, then it would be easier to process everything else. That’s why, when it was his term to discuss his lesson plan, people were shocked.
“Mike, what do you have to say? Questions? Comments? You have been very quiet my boy.” The headmaster smiled with a twinkle in his eye, it almost resembled his father in a way. It made him sick.
“Don’t call me that,” He glared, “And the original lesson plan was extremely outdated and had some flat-out misinformation in it. So I reworked it entirely.” He said flatly.
“Why, what ever do you mean?” The headmaster looked uncomfortable. Everyone else seemed either shocked or interested, except for Snape who looked like he didn’t want to be here, Michael felt that.
“First of all, in the modern technological advances section it mainly talked about automobiles, even though the ones talked about were from the 20’s. But there’s no mention of computers, rockets, animatronics, or even modern phones.” He pulled his Motorola MicroTac Classic out of his bag, “These came out two (2) years ago.”
“Well I’m sure Professor Quirrell didn’t know that, did you Quirinus?” The man in question just stared at Mike nervously. “Not everyone can understand the things muggles come up with these days. But I am not surprised that you would considering your family history.” That irritating twinkle was back, Mike clenched his fists and glared.
“Care to elaborate, headmaster.” He spat. Ever since the scooping room incident, it had been harder to control his temper.
“Your family loved to tinker with muggle things, although most of them kept quiet about it. Why I remember when you father was in school- “
“I really don’t need to hear about my… Father. It’s not like I know all the mechanics, this is basic information for most people.” Mike cut him off.
“I see…” Dumbledore hesitated a moment, “How is your father then?” Most of the other staff members gave him a funny look, almost as if to say ‘Isn’t it obvious? Why would you even ask?’.
“He’s dead.” Mike stated bluntly, with a blank look.
‘at least he will be.’