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A young man was driving back home. His job was in a famous and very successful Muggle computers company so he worked every day, entire day. It wasn't a big problem to him, since he was a hard-working, kind and friendly person and possibly the most famous wizard in whole wide world. But he still had a small car, nice comfortable house with only two bedrooms and a family he loved very much. When people would see him on the street they'd think he was just an ordinary guy, but one little detail would always reveal the truth - the scar on his forehead was noticeable even though he tried to cover it so many times. There was no doubt that the name of this man was Harry Potter.
It was already a late evening when Harry slowly parked his car in the garage and tiredly walked to the entrance door of his house. Yet from the distance he saw a little black-haired girl sitting on the stairs in front of the doorstep, widely yawning and sighing. Harry smiled at the sight of his daughter and fastened his steps.
"Linda" He was surprised to see her outside "what are doing here? Why aren't you inside, getting ready for bed?"
"I'm waiting." The girl shortly replied.
"Well, I'm here, kid. We can go in now, can't we?"
"Dad, I'm not waiting for you." Linda explained "I'm waiting for the mailman."
"Mailman?" Harry repeated to think of a reason why his little child would wait for one at this time "Honey, it is too late for postman. He comes early in the morning."
"He wasn't here this morning. He'll have to come now, I'm sure of it." She answered sounding confident in her own words.
Harry kneeled beside her "Why, Linda? What is so important?"
Linda raised her emerald green eyes and seriously responded "I'm waiting for the letter from Hogwarts. It has to be come of these days. I know that. You told me once, remember? So, I am waiting for it."
Harry started at his daughter. He totally forgot Linda was in the age when letters from Hogwarts come if the kid is a witch or a wizard. It was true that Harry talked with her about it, but it was years ago and, since his wife was a Muggle, they didn't talk about it very often.
"Lin, those letters don't come by usual post. Owls carry them."
She looked at her father in disbelief. "Owls?" Linda frowned remembering "Yes, owls... I can't believe it... I can't believe I forgot such important thing... And I sat here all day waiting like a fool..."
"Shhh" Harry fondled Linda on head "You're not a fool. Don't say that. It could happen to any one. It's okay, dear. Is it now fine to go inside? I bet someone's hungry."
Linda weakly smiled and then whispered sounding scared "And... what if... what if I don't get the letter? At all? Never?"
Harry wasn't sure what to answer. It seemed unfair to assure Linda that she'd get the letter, because he wouldn't know that. He could imagine the hurt and disappointed look on her face if she'd not get the letter, after he'd promised her. Harry decided to pick the words very carefully.
"Everything will be just the way it should be" He took his little daughter's hand and led her in house "Be sure of it."
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A couple of hot summer days passed by, but there was still no sign of the letter. Little Linda still had hope, but she wasn't so convinced that she'd get it any more. Her heart would always bounce when she'd hear the postman on the doors, only to remember that he doesn't deliver the letters from Hogwarts. Her mother, Isabelle Potter, tried to comfort her, but in vain. She didn't know what the perfect words were to say since she had nothing to do with Wizarding world.
One morning, while Linda was still sleeping, Isabelle heard a strange rumbling noise near the window. She hurried to see what was it and almost passed out seeing two bright yellow eyes staring back at her. Linda's mother needed a few moments to realize the eyes belonged to a gray owl. Still a little frightened, she tried to make the bird go away.
Luckily, Isabelle realized that the owl was carrying something that looked like a letter. It didn't take her long to connect it with her daughter's constant talking about letters in the past week. She opened the window and the bird flew in. She wasn't sure what to do next. Isabelle was not very brave when it came to any kinds of animals. She thought that it'd probably be the best idea for Linda to take the letter from the owl. That's what she was yearning for, after all.
"Um, I'll go to Lin's room and wake her up and then she can, er, deal with the letter, okay?" She bewilderedly muttered to owl, feeling extremely stupid. The owl only left something that sounded like "Hoo". Isabelle considered that as agreement.
Linda was practically jumping up and down of happiness when her mother woke her up. She kissed her, a bit too abruptly so she almost knocked out her mother's teeth, and ran to see the owl. Linda's eyes widened in happiness - it was not a dream. A real gray owl stood on their coffee-table carrying a fancy letter. Linda opened it as fast as she could, and as the owl flew out of the window, she ran to her mother again:
"I'm a witch, Mum!" Linda exclaimed excitedly with overjoyed look on her face "And accepted in the best wizarding school in the whole wide world! This is the happiest day of my life! Oh, wait till I tell Dad!"
Isabelle Potter only smiled at her child's honest joy. She whispered "Way to go, kid. Way to go."
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A young man was driving back home. His job was in a famous and very successful Muggle computers company so he worked every day, entire day. It wasn't a big problem to him, since he was a hard-working, kind and friendly person and possibly the most famous wizard in whole wide world. But he still had a small car, nice comfortable house with only two bedrooms and a family he loved very much. When people would see him on the street they'd think he was just an ordinary guy, but one little detail would always reveal the truth - the scar on his forehead was noticeable even though he tried to cover it so many times. There was no doubt that the name of this man was Harry Potter.
It was already a late evening when Harry slowly parked his car in the garage and tiredly walked to the entrance door of his house. Yet from the distance he saw a little black-haired girl sitting on the stairs in front of the doorstep, widely yawning and sighing. Harry smiled at the sight of his daughter and fastened his steps.
"Linda" He was surprised to see her outside "what are doing here? Why aren't you inside, getting ready for bed?"
"I'm waiting." The girl shortly replied.
"Well, I'm here, kid. We can go in now, can't we?"
"Dad, I'm not waiting for you." Linda explained "I'm waiting for the mailman."
"Mailman?" Harry repeated to think of a reason why his little child would wait for one at this time "Honey, it is too late for postman. He comes early in the morning."
"He wasn't here this morning. He'll have to come now, I'm sure of it." She answered sounding confident in her own words.
Harry kneeled beside her "Why, Linda? What is so important?"
Linda raised her emerald green eyes and seriously responded "I'm waiting for the letter from Hogwarts. It has to be come of these days. I know that. You told me once, remember? So, I am waiting for it."
Harry started at his daughter. He totally forgot Linda was in the age when letters from Hogwarts come if the kid is a witch or a wizard. It was true that Harry talked with her about it, but it was years ago and, since his wife was a Muggle, they didn't talk about it very often.
"Lin, those letters don't come by usual post. Owls carry them."
She looked at her father in disbelief. "Owls?" Linda frowned remembering "Yes, owls... I can't believe it... I can't believe I forgot such important thing... And I sat here all day waiting like a fool..."
"Shhh" Harry fondled Linda on head "You're not a fool. Don't say that. It could happen to any one. It's okay, dear. Is it now fine to go inside? I bet someone's hungry."
Linda weakly smiled and then whispered sounding scared "And... what if... what if I don't get the letter? At all? Never?"
Harry wasn't sure what to answer. It seemed unfair to assure Linda that she'd get the letter, because he wouldn't know that. He could imagine the hurt and disappointed look on her face if she'd not get the letter, after he'd promised her. Harry decided to pick the words very carefully.
"Everything will be just the way it should be" He took his little daughter's hand and led her in house "Be sure of it."
~*~*~*~*~
A couple of hot summer days passed by, but there was still no sign of the letter. Little Linda still had hope, but she wasn't so convinced that she'd get it any more. Her heart would always bounce when she'd hear the postman on the doors, only to remember that he doesn't deliver the letters from Hogwarts. Her mother, Isabelle Potter, tried to comfort her, but in vain. She didn't know what the perfect words were to say since she had nothing to do with Wizarding world.
One morning, while Linda was still sleeping, Isabelle heard a strange rumbling noise near the window. She hurried to see what was it and almost passed out seeing two bright yellow eyes staring back at her. Linda's mother needed a few moments to realize the eyes belonged to a gray owl. Still a little frightened, she tried to make the bird go away.
Luckily, Isabelle realized that the owl was carrying something that looked like a letter. It didn't take her long to connect it with her daughter's constant talking about letters in the past week. She opened the window and the bird flew in. She wasn't sure what to do next. Isabelle was not very brave when it came to any kinds of animals. She thought that it'd probably be the best idea for Linda to take the letter from the owl. That's what she was yearning for, after all.
"Um, I'll go to Lin's room and wake her up and then she can, er, deal with the letter, okay?" She bewilderedly muttered to owl, feeling extremely stupid. The owl only left something that sounded like "Hoo". Isabelle considered that as agreement.
Linda was practically jumping up and down of happiness when her mother woke her up. She kissed her, a bit too abruptly so she almost knocked out her mother's teeth, and ran to see the owl. Linda's eyes widened in happiness - it was not a dream. A real gray owl stood on their coffee-table carrying a fancy letter. Linda opened it as fast as she could, and as the owl flew out of the window, she ran to her mother again:
"I'm a witch, Mum!" Linda exclaimed excitedly with overjoyed look on her face "And accepted in the best wizarding school in the whole wide world! This is the happiest day of my life! Oh, wait till I tell Dad!"
Isabelle Potter only smiled at her child's honest joy. She whispered "Way to go, kid. Way to go."
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