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"And this one is from Grandma and Grandpa Dursley," Dad said as he passed me the gigantic package. I took the card from off the top. Twenty-five pounds slipped out as I opened it and read the message inside:
Happy Eleventh Birthday Rachel! We hope you enjoy you gift and wear it when you come visit us this summer. Your Grandmother spent a long time looking for a present and when she saw this she thought it was just perfect!
Love,
Grandma and Grandpa Dursley
So I can wear whatever is in the package, great, I thought, remembering the eccentric animal skin shoes I had received the previous year. I tore the wrapping off the package and found a large, pink, floral pattered hat inside.
"It's…. Lovely," I commented as the rest of my family gazed at the hat. I set my gift aside, resolving to put it in my little sister, Edith's dress up box when my parents weren't looking. I reached for the next present. It was a card. Or I thought it was until I opened it, pausing to marvel at the beautiful stamp on the envelope, and found a single piece of parchment, upon what was written:
HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY
Headmistress: Minerva McGonagall
Dear Miss Dursley,
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 the 1st of September. We await your owl by no later than the 31st of July.
Yours sincerely,
Neville Longbottom
Deputy Headmaster
I read it out loud, receiving total silence once I had finished. I looked at my father, wondering what kind of joke this was, and saw his eyes were as wide as saucers.
My older brother Victor broke the silence, "Longbottom? What kind of name is Longbottom? I'd love to shake the hand of any poor man whose name is Longbottom," He earns a giggle from Edith
"Witches and Wizards? Those aren't real right daddy?" She asks. The blood drains from Dad's face as he looks me in the eyes. It was a look filled with shock and possibly fear. He shifts his gaze to Edith, but does not have time to answer her question before the doorbell chimes. Dad looks back at me and I get up from the table where we were seated and go to get the door. I open it slowly, like whatever is behind it might devour me whole.
"Rachel Dursley?" The man behind the door asks. He is middle-aged with dark hair, yet I hardly noticed this because I am to busy staring at his clothing.
"Wizard," I whisper, looking at his long dark robes.
"Sorry, what was that?" He asks.
"Yeah, um, yes, I'm Rachel Dursley," I manage to say.
"Ah, good. My name is Neville Longbottom, Deputy Headmaster at Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry. I assume an owl delivered your letter this morning, you got quite a shock I suppose, learning you are a witch," He says.
"Yes, yes it was. Sorry, did you say owl?" I question.
"Ha ha ha," He chuckles light heartedly, "This is why I have come here today, I assume you and your family have many questions regarding the wizarding world."
"Who is it Rachel?" Dad calls from the kitchen. I step back to allow Mr. Longbottom into the house and lead him down the hallway into the kitchen.
"Good morning Dursleys. My name is Neville Longbottom, Deputy Headmaster of Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry." Mr. Longbottom says.
"Dudley Dursley," Dad says, looking astonished as Mr. Longbottom shakes his hand, "And this is my wife Cordelia and my son Victor and my daughter Edith and I guess you've already met Rachel," He introduces us then gives Mr. Longbottom an unsure smile.
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This is my first attempt at fanfiction. This is only a sample of large story that I have planned and if you guys like it and tell me to continue I will. All types of reviews are welcome and appreciated! :)