Remus
An owl addressed to me flew in this morning when I was alone in the kitchen. It hadn't been full moon for a while so I was feeling good, until I saw the letter. I knew what it was. The letter telling me I couldn't go to Hogwarts.
With a sinking heart I opened it, thinking I may as well get it over with.
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 Lupin,
We are pleased to inform you that you have a place at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 31 July.
Yours sincerely,
Jane Horty
Deputy Headmistress
I stared at it in disbelief. Surely they wouldn't accept a werewolf. There was another sheet of paper after it.
Mr Lupin,
When your father contacted the school some years ago, asking if there was any possibility of you being educated here, the then headmaster, Amando Dippet replied in the negative, on the grounds that the risks were to great to your fellow pupils. Since his retirement however, I have been made headmaster, and I believe that education should be offered freely to all, and a fair education system is the mark of a civilised society.
I have given some thought to the arrangements that should be made for the full moon, and after prolonged musings I have found a solution. There is a house a little way from the outskirts of Hogsmeade that has been abandoned for some years now. If we were to build a secret tunnel between there and the school grounds, you could leave the school every full moon and transform without any danger to your classmates.
Your condition would naturally be known only to me and the matron, to prevent mindless bigots disrupting you education.
I look forward to seeing you here.
Yours sincerely,
Albus Dumbledore
Headmaster
I ran upstairs to tell my parents. My father hugged me tightly and I knew, finally, that he does not hate me, but loves me and wished the world could too.
It still seems too wonderful to be true. To go to Hogwarts, be away from my parents, and be among normal children, maybe even have friends. I feel immensely grateful to Albus Dumbledore for giving me this opportunity. I have a chance.
A/N: Sorry that this is a bit rubbish and whimsical, I can't seem to make Remus sound like am 11 year old! Also if anyone can give me tips on how to write like Dumbledore without making him sound like a pompous arse, they would be much appreciated!