On my 11th birthday, I didn't know what to expect. Surely Hogwarts couldn't let someone like me in, but as the day went on I grew more anxious. I couldn't focus on anything without getting a knot in my stomach what if my letter didn't come? I'd be an outcast in both the muggle and wizarding worlds. After lunch, I was supposed to be cutting vegetables for dinner, but I must've gotten distracted because my father came over. He put his muscular hand on my shoulder. I set the knife down, mid-cut. He knelt down and we were eye to eye. "Remus, what's wrong?" I didn't know what to say. If I tell him, he'll just say some stupid encouragement. I just shrug my shoulders. I don't meet his gaze. "Remus," he says softly "we are all nervous on our 11th birthday. It'll come, don't worry. Dumbledore's a good man. Hearing that from my father lifted my spirits, even after it started raining. After dinner, I opened up my presents. I got an autographed quidditch jersey from my uncle who plays for England, and some novels from my parents. The rest of the day went by very slowly. My anxiety and impatience kept me from focusing on whatever I was doing. Every time something made a noise, I jumped up, thinking it was an owl. I was getting ready to go to bed when my mother came in. She is tall and has amber colored hair that shines even when there's very little light. She was holding a small envelope in her hand. "Remus, this came for you." I stand up, hands shaking from the nervousness. I take the letter. On the back of the small envelope, there is a red wax stamp with the Hogwarts house crest. I recognized the serpent of Slytherin, the lion of Gryffindor, the eagle of Ravenclaw, and the badger of Hufflepuff. I held my breath as I opened the letter. "I can go! I'm actually going to Hogwarts! I'm gonna be a real wizard!" I yelled, ecstatic. My mother made no attempt to calm me down. I ran over and threw my arms around her. "Congratulations, Remus."