DISCLAIMERI do not own Harry Potter. Nor am I affiliated with J.K. Rowling, Warner Brothers, Scholastic, or any other publishing company that handles the Harry Potter franchise. I am making no money what-so-ever from this story. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is pure coincidence and is unintended, as is any resemblance or reference to any real locations past or present.
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The Chance of a Lifetime?
By Branson Williams
Chapter One: An Unexpected Piece of Mail
Jon had been a long time fan of the Harry Potter books. As such, he was eagerly anticipating the arrival of the seventh, and final, book in the series. He had been re-reading the first six books over the past few months. He stayed up late every night reading the stories. He was checking the mail a week before the official release date of the book, when he noticed a strange letter in his otherwise empty mail box. It was addressed to him and had come from Scotland. The writing was loopy and seemed to glow.
Jon Norvack
223 Lecteur Road
Los Angeles CA, 37495
Jon did not know anyone in Scotland so, who would have sent him a letter? He opened the envelope and unfolded the letter it was written in the same loopy writing as the address on the envelope.
Dear Mr. Norvack,
I require your help as soon as you can arrive. I have included a plane ticket that will bring you to a small airport here in Edinburgh. Please hurry!
Yours Truly,
Jo
Jon read the letter quickly, not believing what he was seeing. Edinburgh? Jo? His mind was on overload. This letter had to be a hoax. The Jo who wrote it could not be the Jo could it? There was only one way to find out was to get on that plane. He rushed back inside to pack so he could leave within the hour.
The plane ride was long, but uneventful. When he landed at the airport in Edinburgh, a car and driver were waiting for him. The driver took his bag and opened the car door for him. Jon climbed inside, not expecting to see someone else already seated inside the car.
"Mr. Norvack," the figure said, "you are here at the request of my employer, who will explain all of this too you when we arrive." Jon sat back and relaxed. At least he would have answers soon.
