A small boy cowered in his room. His parents were fight, again. He couldn't stand it; wished he had some means of escape, but no--there was none. Just then the boy heard a taping noise. "Go away," the boy moaned, hiding his face from view under a pillow. Tap. Tap. Tap. He moaned again. Tap. Tap. Tap. "Go away!" TAP! TAP! TAP! "Ok, ok." The boy got out of bed and opened his door to find no one there. "Where are you?" he asked, stupidly. TAP! TAP! TAP! The boy jumped. 'Where's that coming from?' he thought, turning back into his room and getting back into his bed. TAP! TAP! TAP! "Ghosts?" the boy asked sitting up in bed. TAP! TAP! TAP! "GHOSTS!" he screamed, looking around the room for the sprit. His eyes rested on his small window, where an owl holding a letter in its beak was. The barn owl looked quite annoyed at the stupidity of the boy. "Peter! Peter! What's the matter?" the boy's mother asked, running into the room. "Oh ... nothing ... it's just ... an owl," Peter muttered, going red. "Well, let it in," his father snapped, entering the room. Peter shuffled across the room, opened the window, grabbed the owl's letter, and read it. "I'm accepted into Hogwarts," he said blankly. "But ... I thought you guys said I was a squib." "Well, you probably are ... that old coot Dumbledore doesn't know who to let in that school and who to keep out," and, with that, Mr. Pettigrew left the room. Peter was staring into space. "Oh, honey, don't mind him, you're gonna be a great wizard, it's just coming as a shock to him that you got accepted into Hogwarts," his mother said, placing a hand on his shoulder before leaving. Peter stood his mouth hanging slightly open, for about three minutes before he said, "So ... I get my own wand? Cool!"