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"Mom?" Torie said, hesitantly. "Mom?"
Mrs. Fox had been staring at the letter for more than five minutes.
"MOM!" Torie walked into the living room and sat down in her favorite purple armchair. She was nervous. Really nervous. Her mom hated people who read about magic, magicians, and anything to do with magic, (A/N: Kinda like the Durlseys, eh?) and now Torie had been accepted to Hogwarts! Her dad was reading some kind of magic newspaper, got really embarrassed when his wife had picked it up, and ran out the door dropping his papers! (A/N: The papers were from the Ministry of Magic) What a morning! Her breakfast lay ice cold on the table now.
"Mom, maybe it's just a trick, you know like say my friend Gracie just wanted to play a little trick on me, like she always does?" Torie knew that this was not the case. She heard a door shut. "Mom, please give me my letter back," Torie whispered. She was talking to the wall. Her mom had left for her work with Torie's letter, and there was no way she could get it back.
"I guess I should go call Daddy, on his cell phone," Torie said to herself, walking up to her room. She picked up her phone that she'd gotten for her Birthday the previous year, dialed her Dad's number, and sat on her bed.
"This is Kevin!" Torie heard her dad answer on the other end. In the background she heard voices saying, "Oh, congratulations, Mr. Crouch! I knew that you would find him!" and a "movie-phone" voice saying, "Welcome to the Department for Misuse of Muggle Artifacts!"
"Dad, I need to talk to you!" Torie whispered, as if somebody was trying to eavesdrop.
"Well, I'm very busy, but I guess I could talk for a minute. Make it fast," Mr. Fox replied.
"Mom took my letter to work with her. I don't know what to do, and I don't know what is happening! Help me!"
"One second, honey, I need to take this call." Mr. Fox said. He picked up a phone in his office (A/N: He works in the same office as Arthur Weasley, so that is why they have a fellytone, I mean telephone!) and put his cellphone down. Torie could hear his conversation, but it was very faint.
"Are you serious, Arthur?" she heard her dad say. Then he was silent for half-a-minute. Then she heard him gasp. "You can't skip work today! Oh. Okay. I'm on the phone with my daughter, so I'll talk to you later, Arthur, have fun with the kids in Diagon Alley!" Mr. Fox finished.
He picked his cellphone up and began with Torie again. "So, what were you saying, honey?"
"Mom took my letter to work, and...Dad, you never mentioned Arthur when you tell us about your work. Is he new?" Torie questioned.
"Uh, no, Torie I have something very important to tell you," Mr. Fox started. "I work for the Ministry of Magic. In the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts office."
'Muggle? Ministry of Magic?' Torie thought to herself.
"Dad, why were you so happy about me getting accepted at Hogwarts, whatever that place is?" she asked, longing desperately for an answer. Torie had no clue about anything that was happening, because she wasn't aloud to have anything to do with Harry Potter.
"Torie, let me explain everything to you," Mr. Fox coaxed. And he started his story about everything that Torie had missed out on.
"Hogwarts is a school where young witches and wizards go to, to learn magic. They start at the age of eleven and stop at eighteen. It is seven years. I went to Hogwarts as a kid, and now I work for the Ministry of Magic, in the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts department.
"Muggles are non-magic people, such as your mother, who don't believe in magic. You, however, my dear, you are a witch. You will be going to Hogwarts this year, because you are eleven, and I have your letter right here with me. (A/N: He did the 'Accio' spell to get it back from Mrs. Fox.) You see, Torie, I used magic to get your letter, actually. And-"
"So you mean I'll learn how to be a magician?"
"Torie, please don't interrupt. No, I mean real magic, like making a piano play music by itself, or making light where it is dark. Do you follow me?"
"Yeah, sure," Torie sighed. She had so many questions, like about what her Dad's work was, if all her friends were going, and where this Hogwarts place was!
"Dad, will I have to leave Creekside Academy?" Creekside was the school she had been going since she was in Kindergarten. It was summer, so (June 6th, her Birthday) she would need to tell all her friends she was leaving, instead of having an announcement made to her class at school.
"Yes, honey, you will have to leave Creekside, but don't worry, you'll make plenty of friends at Hogwarts."
"Are you trying to tell me that none of my friends are going either? And what are we going to tell Mom?"
"I'm afraid none of your friends are going, Torie. It's not very common that you would find any of your friends going. Maybe that Rebecca kid is a witch. And mom, well, we're getting a divorce."
"What!"
"Yes, a divorce. I can't keep the truth from her for much longer, Torie! Miriam is very sneaky, you know. Now, no more about that until later. Do you have any questions?"
"Yes. Why have you lied to me and Mom for all these years?"
"Torie, it's a law that you can't tell muggles about the Magical world. I didn't know if you were a witch or not, and your mother is not a witch, so I couldn't tell her. You understand?"
"Yeah. When do I get my letter back?" Torie asked, longing for that letter.
"I'll bring it to you now. Bye-bye, honey!" Mr. Fox said, and hung up the phone. Torie did the same.
'What does he mean, He'll bring it to me now?' Torie thought. Her question was soon answered.
**POP!**
"Aaahhhh!!! How'd you do that, Dad?" Torie yelped as Mr. Fox had apparated right infront of her.
"It's called apparating. You can get from one place to another in a 'POP!'" He chuckled. He reached into his coat pocket and handed Torie the letter. "Read throught it carefully. I'll be skipping work tomorrow to take you to Diagon Alley, the wizard marketplace."
POP! He was gone.
Torie opened the letter, and walked over the the table where half of her presents were still lying, un-opened. She looked at the second and third pieces of parchment that said what supplies she would be needing. 'So much for Uncle Murray's school supplies!' she thought. 'I wonder who else in the family are witches and wizards.'
"Mom?" Torie said, hesitantly. "Mom?"
Mrs. Fox had been staring at the letter for more than five minutes.
"MOM!" Torie walked into the living room and sat down in her favorite purple armchair. She was nervous. Really nervous. Her mom hated people who read about magic, magicians, and anything to do with magic, (A/N: Kinda like the Durlseys, eh?) and now Torie had been accepted to Hogwarts! Her dad was reading some kind of magic newspaper, got really embarrassed when his wife had picked it up, and ran out the door dropping his papers! (A/N: The papers were from the Ministry of Magic) What a morning! Her breakfast lay ice cold on the table now.
"Mom, maybe it's just a trick, you know like say my friend Gracie just wanted to play a little trick on me, like she always does?" Torie knew that this was not the case. She heard a door shut. "Mom, please give me my letter back," Torie whispered. She was talking to the wall. Her mom had left for her work with Torie's letter, and there was no way she could get it back.
"I guess I should go call Daddy, on his cell phone," Torie said to herself, walking up to her room. She picked up her phone that she'd gotten for her Birthday the previous year, dialed her Dad's number, and sat on her bed.
"This is Kevin!" Torie heard her dad answer on the other end. In the background she heard voices saying, "Oh, congratulations, Mr. Crouch! I knew that you would find him!" and a "movie-phone" voice saying, "Welcome to the Department for Misuse of Muggle Artifacts!"
"Dad, I need to talk to you!" Torie whispered, as if somebody was trying to eavesdrop.
"Well, I'm very busy, but I guess I could talk for a minute. Make it fast," Mr. Fox replied.
"Mom took my letter to work with her. I don't know what to do, and I don't know what is happening! Help me!"
"One second, honey, I need to take this call." Mr. Fox said. He picked up a phone in his office (A/N: He works in the same office as Arthur Weasley, so that is why they have a fellytone, I mean telephone!) and put his cellphone down. Torie could hear his conversation, but it was very faint.
"Are you serious, Arthur?" she heard her dad say. Then he was silent for half-a-minute. Then she heard him gasp. "You can't skip work today! Oh. Okay. I'm on the phone with my daughter, so I'll talk to you later, Arthur, have fun with the kids in Diagon Alley!" Mr. Fox finished.
He picked his cellphone up and began with Torie again. "So, what were you saying, honey?"
"Mom took my letter to work, and...Dad, you never mentioned Arthur when you tell us about your work. Is he new?" Torie questioned.
"Uh, no, Torie I have something very important to tell you," Mr. Fox started. "I work for the Ministry of Magic. In the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts office."
'Muggle? Ministry of Magic?' Torie thought to herself.
"Dad, why were you so happy about me getting accepted at Hogwarts, whatever that place is?" she asked, longing desperately for an answer. Torie had no clue about anything that was happening, because she wasn't aloud to have anything to do with Harry Potter.
"Torie, let me explain everything to you," Mr. Fox coaxed. And he started his story about everything that Torie had missed out on.
"Hogwarts is a school where young witches and wizards go to, to learn magic. They start at the age of eleven and stop at eighteen. It is seven years. I went to Hogwarts as a kid, and now I work for the Ministry of Magic, in the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts department.
"Muggles are non-magic people, such as your mother, who don't believe in magic. You, however, my dear, you are a witch. You will be going to Hogwarts this year, because you are eleven, and I have your letter right here with me. (A/N: He did the 'Accio' spell to get it back from Mrs. Fox.) You see, Torie, I used magic to get your letter, actually. And-"
"So you mean I'll learn how to be a magician?"
"Torie, please don't interrupt. No, I mean real magic, like making a piano play music by itself, or making light where it is dark. Do you follow me?"
"Yeah, sure," Torie sighed. She had so many questions, like about what her Dad's work was, if all her friends were going, and where this Hogwarts place was!
"Dad, will I have to leave Creekside Academy?" Creekside was the school she had been going since she was in Kindergarten. It was summer, so (June 6th, her Birthday) she would need to tell all her friends she was leaving, instead of having an announcement made to her class at school.
"Yes, honey, you will have to leave Creekside, but don't worry, you'll make plenty of friends at Hogwarts."
"Are you trying to tell me that none of my friends are going either? And what are we going to tell Mom?"
"I'm afraid none of your friends are going, Torie. It's not very common that you would find any of your friends going. Maybe that Rebecca kid is a witch. And mom, well, we're getting a divorce."
"What!"
"Yes, a divorce. I can't keep the truth from her for much longer, Torie! Miriam is very sneaky, you know. Now, no more about that until later. Do you have any questions?"
"Yes. Why have you lied to me and Mom for all these years?"
"Torie, it's a law that you can't tell muggles about the Magical world. I didn't know if you were a witch or not, and your mother is not a witch, so I couldn't tell her. You understand?"
"Yeah. When do I get my letter back?" Torie asked, longing for that letter.
"I'll bring it to you now. Bye-bye, honey!" Mr. Fox said, and hung up the phone. Torie did the same.
'What does he mean, He'll bring it to me now?' Torie thought. Her question was soon answered.
**POP!**
"Aaahhhh!!! How'd you do that, Dad?" Torie yelped as Mr. Fox had apparated right infront of her.
"It's called apparating. You can get from one place to another in a 'POP!'" He chuckled. He reached into his coat pocket and handed Torie the letter. "Read throught it carefully. I'll be skipping work tomorrow to take you to Diagon Alley, the wizard marketplace."
POP! He was gone.
Torie opened the letter, and walked over the the table where half of her presents were still lying, un-opened. She looked at the second and third pieces of parchment that said what supplies she would be needing. 'So much for Uncle Murray's school supplies!' she thought. 'I wonder who else in the family are witches and wizards.'
