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Lilly, Oliver, and Miley sat on Miley's porch one day in the summer before sixth grade. Suddenly an owl flew by and dropped a letter in Miley's lap.
Lilly instantly recognized the letter that landed in Miley's lap. Ya see, Lilly's a pureblood, and her letter came this morning. But, Lilly already knew that Oliver was not a wizard. His family wasn't in any wizard records.
Speaking of Oliver, he was now staring dumbly at the letter in Miley's lap.
"Miley, can I talk to you in the kitchen? NOW!" Lilly asked before Oliver could get any ideas.
"Did an owl just fly by and drop a letter in Miley's lap?" Oliver asked, clearly still in shock.
"NO!" Lilly and Miley yelled. At this, Miley gave Lilly a weird look, who smiled a knowing smile back. Oliver, meanwhile, was looking suspiciously between the two.
"Ri-ght. Well, I gotta go. Bye." Then he left, still giving them suspicious looks and almost crashing into the porch fence.
As soon as he was out of ear-shot, Lilly turned to Miley and said, "I can't believe you're going to Hogwarts too. It must be on your mom's side because my dad checked and there weren't any Stewarts. Oh my god! What about Hannah Montana? This'll be so great! I'll have a friend at the school. Wait! What about Oliver?! He-" But before she could finish rambling, Miley put her hand over Lilly's mouth and said,
"Lilly. Calm down. Yes, I'm a half blood on my mom's side. Hannah's going to an expensive boarding school so she can get a proper education. And I'm sure Oliver will be fine. Ok?" Lilly nodded her head and Miley removed her hand from Lilly's face.
"We better go tell your dad about the letter. Hey, that rhymed!"
"Yes, you're a real poet. And hey, ya didn't even know it. Ha, you could make a rhyme anytime!" Miley teased.
"Ok, I get it!" And with that being said, they headed into the house.
Oliver walked back to his house, the whole time wondering what that was all about.
When he got home, his mom, dad, brother Otto, and a large, unfamiliar man were all sitting in the living room, talking.
"Oh, there he is!" Mrs. Oken exclaimed as Oliver entered the living room.
"Oliver, this came for you today." Mr. Oken said while he shakily handed his son a letter. Oliver gave everyone a questioning look (including the letter in his hands), then proceeded to open said letter.
He read it slowly, his shock growing with every word he took in. "I'm a wizard?!" He asked out loud, as if that would explain everything. But it didn't.
"Yeh sure are. Firs' in yer famly." The big man said, walking over to where a surprised and slightly excited Oliver stood.
"Uh, who are you?" Oliver asked him.
"Name's Rubeus Hagrid. Keeper of key's and games at Hogwarts." He explained proudly.
"So will you be taking me to this school?" Oliver asked the second of his many questions.
"Well, I'm takin ya ter get yer supplies. Then ye'll be stayin at the leaky cauldron til the firs' o September. That's the day ye'll leave for Hogwarts. I'll explain more later."
"Oh. Ok. Will you right that down for me?"
"Later. Right now, we should be leavin."
Oliver went and packed up some stuff in a Hogwarts trunk Hagrid had brought him. After that, he said his good byes and then they were off on a flying motorcycle.