"Look," said Allan, the shorter of the two, "We've gotten mail."

                                  "What?" asked his companion, Cameron, "Even me?"

          "Yeah.  Hey! They're from Hogwarts! Hey, Dad!" called Allen, "We've gotten our letters!"

                                  "What?" Allen's father, Harry, yelled form downstairs.

                   "Our Hogwarts letters, Mr. Potter.  They've just arrived," Cameron told him.

Harry went upstairs to congratulate the boys.  He was so proud.  Harry had been afraid that Allen, with his mixed blood heritage, might not have been a wizard.  He couldn't wait to tell his wife, an American half-blood witch named Rachel.

                                              "Can I tell my dad?" Cameron asked.

                                               "Course.  I'll set up the fire for you."

The Potter's and Cameron walked over to the fireplace and Harry conjured up a fire.  He then cast the spell to connect with Cameron's father's office.

An attractive brunette answered, "Hello, Vice-Minister Ronald Weasley's office.  Who may I ask is calling?"

                                              "It's me Mom," Cameron responded.

                                                 "Oh, hello, dear.  How are you?"

                                     "Fine. I got my Hogwarts letter today. Is Dad in?"

                      "That's wonderful, darling!  And yes your father is in.  Just a moment."

          She disappeared for a moment and was soon replaced by a man with flaming red hair.

                          "Hey there Cam. What's the big news your Mom told me about?"

                                                 "I got my Hogwarts letter today."

"That's great!  Me 'n' Harry will have to talk to Hermione and Viktor to arrange for us all to get together in Diagon Alley.  Oh! I have to go.  I'll see you when I get home.  Bye!" and with that he vanished with a pop.  Allen and Cameron gave their letters to Allen's father then ran out side to play a game of 1 on 1 Quidditch.

Harry smiled as he watched the friends soar and dive on their brooms.  He remembered his days at Hogwarts where he had played Quidditch.  'Allen will be a great Chaser,' Harry thought.  Then he turned to call his good friend, Hermione.

                                                          "Hello?" Viktor said.

                                                            "Hey. It's Harry."

                                  "Hello, Harry.  Do you vant me to get Herm-o-ninny?"

                                                               "Yes please."

                                                              "One minute."

                                                      "Harry?" asked Hermione.

                                  "Here.  Did your Christopher get his Hogwarts letter?"

                                "Yes he did.  Allen and Cameron got theirs I presume?"

             "Yep.  I was just calling to see when you'd be going to Diagon Alley to get books."

                                   "Probably August 1.  Does that sound okay to you?"

         "That's great.  I'll let Ron know and we'll meet you in Flourish and Blotts at about noon."

                                              "Alright.  See you then. Bye, Harry."

                                                            "Bye, Hermione."