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Written as part of the drabble or longer for Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry (Challenges & Assignments)
Prompt used: Receiving a Hogwarts Letter
Prompts used from the Gringotts Prompt Bank
Character 6: Neville Longbottom
Male OC name 4: Henry McDonald
Restriction 1: No word said
Assorted Noun 1: Playground
Feelings 9: Miserable
I got my letter
Neville paced his bedroom full of worry and concern. It was the day before he turned eleven years old, July 30th, and there was still no sign of his Hogwarts letter.
Maybe that one time I showed promise of having magical genes was a fluke, he thought to himself. Maybe it wasn't even me that did it; maybe it was my uncle feeling sorry for me, it wouldn't be the first time someone in my family pitied me, in fact I think they all do, Neville thought sadly.
Neville's mind filled with questions.
What is going to happen to me if I don't get my letter?
Will my family reject me?
Will I have to go to a muggle high school?
Neville shuddered on the inside at that thought. His grandmother had sent him to a muggle primary school, and he had been bullied relentlessly by all the other children and his existence there was miserable. He had been locked in a toilet more times than he could count. He had come home covered in bruises at least once a week because the other children threw rocks at him in the playground. And on the last day of school before the summer holiday's started, a particularly vicious boy called Henry McDonald had tripped him up on the stairs and caused Neville to tumble down two flights of stairs and break his leg and his wrist. Fortunately for Neville as it had been the last day, his grandmother had taken him to St Mungo's to get his injuries fixed in a jiffy, and he hadn't had to suffer through weeks of waiting for them to heal the muggle way.
No, I cannot go through that torture a moment longer, Neville thought desperately to himself. Please, please, please let an owl turn up with my Hogwarts letter.
A tapping on his bedroom window drew him out of his thoughts. There was a large tawny owl out there, fluttering its wings impatiently waiting for Neville to open his window.
Feeling elated, Neville rushed over to his window and fumbled with the lock on it, trying to get it open as quickly as possible. He had to know if the owl possessed what he thought it was.
Neville tore the letter impatiently from the claw of owl, which then promptly fluttered away, and ran down the stairs breaking the seal carelessly as he went.
"Grandma," he called rushing into the kitchen, nearly tripping over his own feet in excitement. "I got my letter."
Neville waved it in front of his grandmother who was busy preparing tea. He then took the letter out from the envelope and read:
"Dear Mr Longbottom, - that's me grandma -
We are pleased to inform you that you have 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 by no later than 31 July.
Yours sincerely,
Minevera Mcgonagall"
Augusta Longbottom dropped her spoon and enveloped her grandson into a big hug and promised him that first thing tomorrow they would go shopping for his school supplies.
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