Hogwarts Rejection Letters

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Author's Note: I was bored... what can I say? :O


"Now this is bullsh-"

"Harry, language!"

Harry stopped before he could finish that word, and looks to his adoptive mother who gave him a loving place to live after his abandonment by the Dursley Family when he was a year old.

"Sorry mum."

She returned to making lunch in the kitchen, as Harry stared at the letter that popped through the mail slot a minute ago.

"This is crazy..."

He gets up and heads to his bedroom, where he grabs some stationary, a pen, and begins to write a reply.

Dear Asshole,

I will not go to Europe just to attend some school that claims to be the best in the world. I can get better education at any of the number of private schools here in Australia and not waste any money flying such long distances.

Go fuck yourself with a Billy Goat horn,

Harry

Harry smirked, before folding the letter, and then takes out his wand. Performing the maneuver for the Elf Mail, a pop and a letter-burdened House Elf appears.

"Send this reply back to Hogwarts in Europe, please. Send the bill for the shipping costs to me later."

"Okay," it replies, taking it and vanishing with another pop.

=0=0=

When the letter arrived by Elf Mail (which was very surprising) and its contents was revealed, Dumbledore choked on a lemon drop. Luckily he was holding a Staff Meeting so McGonagall saved the old man by performing the Heimlich maneuver. Who knew an eleven year old had such vocabulary?