DISCLAIMER:
I own the Rights to my imagination if nothing else on this page I suppose. The ideas are all mine but:
The characters of the Discworld all belong to the talented Mr. T. Pratchett and no matter how many fan fictions I write about them they will never be mine.
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, including all of its residents, belongs to Mrs. J. K. Rowling.
This fan fiction is basically a hypothetical version of what could of happened if DEATH had sent Susan Sto Helit into J. K. Rowling's world of Harry Potter.
When: The years after Harry Potter survived the Killing curse and before he went to Hogwarts.
Susan's New LifePart Two: The Letters
The Bones' regularly had a fire burning in the grate each of them would sit and read quietly by firelight in the evenings. One evening they were interrupted by a rapping on their living room window. Opening the curtains they saw Quoth. Susan carefully opened the window. He jumped in and allowed Susan to remove the letter that was tied to his leg. Susan took it and saw it was for her step-parents. Handing them the letter she sat back down on her chair by the fire and pretending to resumed her reading.
Her father opened the letter and quickly read it. Looking inside the envelope he fond a Gold key decorated with an oddly familiar skull and bone motif. Susan looked up and saw the key, memories of her young childhood flooded her mind.
"What does the key open mum?" she asked interested in spite of herself.
"It opens your Gringrott's vault in Diagon Alley Susan," he father answered, "your grandfather must have realised that you would be starting school soon and decided to send your key in advanced."
"Oh... I see," said Susan still not satisfied, "and when are we going to go to Diagon Alley, Dad?"
"We will be going to Diagon Alley once we get your letter of acceptance to Hogwarts as it seems that your name has been down for quite a while."
"Oh" Susan said again innocently, "Is that what the letter is about then?"
"Susan, darling, come here," her mother said moving to the side so Susan would have room to sit between them, "we have something to ask you; you see; your Grandfather has asked if you would stay with him just over the summer and your mother and I have talked and we have decided that it is up to you not us."
"You can stay with him at his house in the country if you wish to do so." her father added.
"You mean I can visit my grandfather in person?
They nodded.
"At his house?"
Again they nodded.
"For a whole summer?"
"Yes," said her mother patting her hand.
"And I can come home if I don't like it there?"
"As far as we know, yes you can," her father answered.
"Thank you so much, Yes I would love to meet him; he will be able to tell me about my family and show me photos this is great!" Susan said ecstatically.
"So that's a yes then is it?" said the bird who was perched on the window ledge.
"Of course it is a Yes." Susan yelled joyfully.
"Right then I'll tell him to pick you up at the end of the month. He will most likely come for you on a big white horse or a motorcycle he's quite fond of motorbikes at the moment," the bird added as it flew back out the window, "See you soon Susan." was it's last words.
"I can't wait to see him; I love you all," Susan cried hugging her parents tightly.
"We love you too. Now it is your bedtime, come on I'll tuck you in." her mother said getting up and taking her hand; "you have a big day tomorrow with all your packing you have to do."
To be continued...
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