Disclaimer: Okay, I don't own any of the Harry Potter characters sadly. J.K. Rowling does.
I couldn't sleep. Something was coming, I just didn't what. Turning over in my bed again I sighed. I wished the night would pass faster. Suddenly, a knocking on my window brought me to my feet.
Looking up at my high window, I saw the outline of two birds in the moonlight. Crawling up to my perch, I pushed my window open with a huff. It was Aaron, my dad's eagle-owl, and a barn owl that I didn't recognize. I released both of the birds of their load and opened the one from the barn owl.
Looking down at the piece of parchment I began to shake with excitement.
I got in! I can't believe I passed it! I thought happily.
Dear Forrest,
We have reviewed your test results and are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted into Hogwarts: School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Your are to start as a fourth year. Despite the fact that you have had no formal training in the art of Magic, you have passed all tests up until your fourth year, which is also your age group. Also, even though you are American, (We usually only except British students) Professor Dumbledore, has insisted that you attend school with us. You are to report to Kings Cross in London at Platform 9 ¾ on the first of September. You're supply list is enclosed.
P.S. You are to be sorted after the first years.
Professor McGonagall
I couldn't believe that I had gotten into Hogwarts! I was raised Muggle, except when I went to visit dad during the summer. My mom was muggle and Dad was a pureblood wizard. Dad never told mom that he was a wizard until after I was born, and it was the reason for their divorce. Mom wanted to raise me 'normal' and dad wanted to raise me with magic. It didn't matter with my sister. She didn't show any magical powers at all. From the time I was born, I had been levitating things out of my crib and breaking windows, and turning lights on and off, when people pissed me off.
They took their fight to the courts and mom got residential custody of me. She moved me away from my beloved Chicago to the middle of Kansas. I grew up here. Mom insisted that I go to Muggle School. I hated it from the beginning. I had a few friends. But I never seemed to be good enough for a good deal of them. Growing up where I did, there were two groups, the clique, and the outcasts. No in between. The school was so small that there weren't distinct groups. You maybe had one representative from each 'group'. The outcasts consisted of everyone that didn't fall under 'prep'. Punk, Gothic, trouble makers, pranksters, emo, the just plain not anything, etc. I had friends who were preps but I myself was outcast. I was the one representative of the term 'Punk'. I was invited to parties thrown by the preps (I was friends with most of them in elementary school), but with my bright red bangs, nose stud, wardrobe that belonged on Greenday, and love of hard-core punk rock, we didn't mix well. My best friend, Kyler, a beautiful blonde, with money, parents with great social standings, and a great personality everybody likes, under her belt, was obviously in the clique. We didn't hang out much at school, because I couldn't stand the ditzy cheerleaders she hung out with but, outside of that, we were great friends. Going to Muggle School I had to keep the fact that I was a Witch quiet. I hated not telling Kyler so I eventually spilled it. She was the only person that knew besides my family. I was a good student over all, but my problem was that I was lazy. I mean why should I care what the periodic symbol for lead is? Seriously, I could be going to an awesome school in England where I could learn every thing about magic. And when kids made fun of me, it was all I could do not to pull out my 12-¾ inches cedar with phoenix feather core wand (dad had taken me to see Ollivander's the summer before) and curse them into oblivion.
Now here I stand with this letter in my hand saying that I'd finally be away from this Muggle world and into where I wanted to be. To be away from my mom's challenging eye, daring me to slip up.
I soon moved on to the one from dad.
Dear Forrest,
I hope you've gotten your letter from Hogwarts already! Dumbledore told me personally about it during work. I also want to tell you that you will be spending the rest of the summer with me in Wizard London! I will be there to pick you up tomorrow. Be waiting at the fireplace!
With Lots of Love
Dad
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Authors' note:
I know it's short but the next one will be longer. Forrest is in the same year as Harry and the 'gang' so this takes place during the tri-wizard tournament. This is a Dracoxoc but it won't show it for a while so bear with me. This is my first fan fic. Please R&R!