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Secondly, I'm sorry the updates so far have been kind of sporadic. Now the holidays have started I should be able to keep them more regular, so bear with me.
I'm skipping from age 8 to the Hogwarts letters because I was told to speed it up a bit. Plus, I couldn't think what else to write. ;-P. Please review.
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Chapter 3- Hogwarts Letters
Draco's POV
I was sat at the kitchen table, eating cinnamon toast, when it happened. An owl, a distinguished- looking great grey, was tapping smartly on the window with its beak. As both my mother and my father regularly received owl post from friends, family and the Ministry, I didn't think much of it. What could be different about this one?
Except it was addressed to me.
With trembling fingers, I held the envelope, my name and address written in green ink in the thick ivory parchment. The Hogwarts seal was stamped proudly on the back. Carefully, I prised it open. Out loud, I read the letter:
HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY
Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock,
Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)
Dear Mr Malfoy,
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 September 1. We await your owl by no later than July 31.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress
I looked up. My parents were looking back at me, a combination of pride and elation on their faces. After a moment, Mother ran to my side and hugged me, followed by Father. I hugged them back, delighted to have made them so happy.
Then my father pulled out of the hug. "You'd better be in Slytherin." he said. He said it casually enough, but the threat was there. If I don't get into Slytherin…
Hermione's POV
Strange, isn't it, how just as you're getting used to life, it goes and throws something completely unexpected at you? Like a letter, delivered by an owl, telling you you're a witch. Of course, I knew I was different from most children. And I highly doubted I was the only one. But a school, to teach us how to hone and control our gifts… it never crossed my mind.
My parents were ecstatic, of course. Personally, I think they're glad I have others like me, and I won't be a social reject forever. That said, I wouldn't be surprised if I'm a reject at the new school as well. I always did find it hard to make friends.
I re-read the last paragraph of my letter:
As your parents are not wizards, it will be difficult for you to find everything you need without assistance. If you wish, a Hogwarts official will escort you while you buy your equipment. Please state in your return letter if you require this service.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress
We'd written back, of course.
As your parents are not wizards… Did that mean that most of the students at the school would have magical parents? It would seem I was unusual wherever I went. Great.
Now, all I had to do was wait for my escort.