Chapter 1

The Letter

"Hun, you got some Harry Potter thing in the mail!" Scott yelled up the stairs.

I saunter in "Weird, I didn't sign up for anything." I read the cover of the envelope and it reads;

To: Kellina Aikron

842 Hillside drive

Midline, Michigan USA

From: Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Is this a late birthday card from the theme park I went to last year down in Orlando? I thought. I carefully open the thick envelope which feels like parchment paper and break the beautiful wax seal. I pull out a letter and slowly read.

Dear Kellina Aikron,

Firstly, I would like to personally apologize on behalf of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry for the sheer lateness of this letter. It should have been delivered 22 years ago.

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry would be honored for your attendance.

I reread those 3 sentences again to make sure I read it correctly.

"What's wrong babe? You look confused or maybe….scared…..happy? I have no idea what's on your face right now," asks Scott.

I keep reading.

If you accept, there is an enclosed list of books and supplies for your upcoming school year. Due to starting your education later in life, we have carefully crafted your class's traditional 7-year curriculum into 2 years plus 1 summer semester. You will complete Year 1, 2 and 3 in a normal given first year, Year 4, 5, 6 in a normal given second year and Year 7 the following summer. Your class will consist of other students whose names went missing from the registry 20 years ago.

" Lina, what's going on?" Scott's voice whispers growing worried.

"Wait, please," I ask breathlessly.

Due to your Muggle born status we have scholarships to cover the basic costs of school (i.e. uniforms, books, school supplies) You will need to go to Platform 9 ¾ at Kings Cross Station in London, England on the first of September. The train departs at 9 o'clock, please plan accordingly. If you accept this invitation, please send your reply back at your earliest convenience but no later than the 23rd of August. We look forward to hearing from you, please enjoy the rest of your summer break.

Signed,

Professor Neville Longbottom

Herbology

I look up and stare back at Scott with disbelief in my eyes.

"Mommy, can I have a snack?" comes a warm soft voice from my hip.

Taken back to reality I look down where the voice came from and see my son with his big innocent blue eyes peering up at me, "Of course my love, what would you like?"

After reading 3 stories to the kids, I find Scott in the kitchen reading over my letter. "Is this what you were so worried about? It looks like it's some sort of prank or advertisement for some new Harry Potter world theme park thing."

I shrug, "As much as that makes more sense to me than the latter, I'm not 100% sure."

"I'm not gonna lie, they put authenticity through the whole thing. This parchment, the wax seal, the crazy list of supplies…" he continues.

"Oh! I forgot to read that," I snatch it out of his hands and quickly scan the unexpectedly long list.

Students will need the following for Year 1

Uniform

Three sets of plain work robes (black)

One plain pointed hat (black) for day wear

One pair of protective gloves (dragon hide or similar)

One winter cloak (black, silver fastenings)

Please note that all student's clothes should carry name tags at all times

Books

The Standard Book of Spells, Grade 1 by Miranda Goshawk

A History of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot

Magical Theory by Adalbert Waffling

A Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration by Emeric Switch

One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi by Phyllida Spore

Magical Drafts and Potions by Arsenius Jigger

Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them by Newt Scamander

The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection by Quentin Trimble

Other Equipment

Wand

1 Cauldron (pewter, standard size 2

1 set of glass or crystal phials

1 telescope

1 set of brass scales

Students may also bring an Owl OR a Cat OR a Toad

And it continued with Year 2 and 3 for the essential classes.

Due to the condensed year, you will have opportunity on Christmas break to travel and buy books and supplies for Year 3 elective classes.

I let out a huge sigh and sit down on the kitchen stool. "Babe, this is crazy right? I mean, part of me is like, holy crap this would be a dream come true. Ever since I was a kid and I read that first book I wanted to go to Hogwarts. But when I turned 11, I never got the letter and remembered that it was just fantasy. There was no Wizarding world." Scott stares at me, patiently waiting for me to spill out everything that is bottled up inside of me. "But then little things started to appear in our world that no one could possibly explain. Until the Ministry of Magic came down and outed their world to us and J.K. Rowling. How crazy was it that everything she wrote was pretty much history books. I remember how comical it was that they swapped the Harry Potter books in the library over from children's fiction to Historical Biographies. But this… I'm 34 years old. I'm married, I'm a mom, I've had 2 successful careers, I've done so much in my life since I was a little 11 year old girl. Tell me what I should do, Scott."

His smirk on his face went straight, because he knew when I called him by his name, I was being serious. "Hun, we don't know if this is actually real. What if it is a fake? Or some promotion from the theme park and the numerous Harry Potter fanatic things out there. Either respond back or ignore it. The decision is yours."

"You can't say that it's only my decision. What about Phoebe and Sam? And you? And the other 100 things that we have here, in our world. I can't make a decision like this on my own." I huff out.

He puts his arms around me and squeezes until I let out a squeak. I look up at him and he's got his infamous smirk on his face. "You know I will support you no matter what you choose. Career changes, when you wanted to get out of the Army and go back to school to be a nurse, and afterwards you wanted to homeschool and be a stay-at-home-mom to our 2 beautiful children, all our moves and your crazy family. There's nothing that I would do to stop what your heart truly wants. But let's put it on hold and sleep on it. We can try and think it over again tomorrow."

"I love you so much" I tell him and give him a squeeze back. "But I don't know if I'll be able to sleep, there's just way too many things going through my head right now."

"I can think of a few ways to distract you." His hand moves down and pinches my butt. Before I could react, his mouth is on mine shutting me up instantly. After a slight brush of his tongue, I pull away.

"Grab the baby monitor and meet me upstairs." I run up the stairs and strip down to my underwear and put a tank top over. He loves playing with my nipples but prefers ripping my shirt off himself. I climb under the covers as he comes through the door. He plugs the monitor in, gives me a Cheshire cat smile and within 5 seconds, he was naked and on top of me plunging his tongue back into my mouth.

It felt so good to feel his warmth above me, his prickle of his beard scratching lightly on my face. The smell of wood on him reminded me that he was in the workshop this afternoon. His rough calloused hands grab my hips and roll me over on top of him so I'm straddling him. I pull back and look at him as his hands move under my shirt and grab on to both of my nipples. His eyes and mouth gape open as if I caught him doing something he wasn't supposed to be but has a huge smile on his proud face. I reach back behind me and grab a handful of happiness between his legs and I hear a slight moan pass through his lips. "Let's ease that mind of yours," he whispers.