Battle for Unity
Chapter Two
It was a regular day. My sister and mother were cooking on the stove while my father was out hunting. We didn't spend too much food. The most you can say about out place without too much of an insult would be "humble." We lived here, because of my "curse." I'm quite used to it, we just have remember to tie me up in the middle of the forest during the night of a full moon. I didn't even get lost. I knew these woods too well.
I was out de-gnoming the garden. I never liked doing that job. It was a hassle and you had to keep doing it frequently. Suddenly, an owl came and dropped off some mail. I dropped what I was doing and ran into the house. Back then, I would do many things just to stop gnoming work. Now, I would do anything if that were the most of my problems.
When my mother got the letter, she became pale and immediately called for my father, who rushed in the minute he heard. (He wasn't too far into the forest, so he could hear my mother screaming loud and well.) My father and mother both read the letter together and reread it. I could then only wondered what it meant.
Finally, my father took me to the bedroom and shut the door. I'm guessing it had to do with me, but my sister was probably getting a talk about what's happening from my mother. After a long period of silence, my father broke the ice.
"Remus, you know how you're a wizard?" he asked. It seemed more like a statement than a question. I nodded. "Well, what would you feel if I were to tell you that you have been accepted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry?"
I was shocked. I had expected that since I was a werewolf that I would never be able to get into any close contact with basically anyone from the Wizarding world, let alone the greatest school in Great Britain. I thought I would be home-schooled all my life. At first, I didn't know what to say. I was excited and foolish at that time. I didn't know what I was getting into.
"But," my father continued, "there will be certain agreements."
"What agreements?" I asked. I suddenly had this horrible feeling come over me.
My father gave me the envelope with the letter in it. It had the Hogwarts seal on it and, I opened it up. It read:
Mr. Remus Lupin,
You have been accepted to Hogwarts, School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. This letter is to inform you that you will soon be accepting your official Hogwarts letter and, that you are chosen to be one of the first werewolves to enter the school ever. We hope to be able start intergrating other kinds of people into the program. You represent wizards with lycanthropy. When you get your acceptance letter, a school official will help you get all your needed school supplies. We have sent word to your parents beforehand. Your helper, Proffesor Flitwick, shall help you, give you all the vital information you'll need, and answer any questions involving your stay here. We hope to see you soon.
I looked for the signature on the bottom, but there was none. I guess the headmaster thought I wasn't worth it. Everyone probably had the same, too. People like us were considered dirt to them, and I was too happy for myself to realize that. Now, I wasn't even sure if I wanted to go.
"You don't go if you don't want to." My father said, "We could leave the country where you will be accepted and treated with respect. We've almost saved enough money. We could let some other kid take your place as a sacrifice to help people understand that integration could be great!"
I looked at my father with a blank look in my eye. So many thoughts were going through my head. It was only then that it suddenly occurred to me that this could be put into the Daily Prophet and will leave a lasting impression. If Hogwarts had to find someone else to take his place, the wizard world would look down on werewolves even worse than before. I had to make a choice:
Sacrifice myself and give a chance to my own kind or run from this problem, have a happy life, but doom all werewolves in Britain.
Finally, I made a choice.
"Father, I wish to go to Hogwarts."
I had no idea what I was up against.
Chapter Two
It was a regular day. My sister and mother were cooking on the stove while my father was out hunting. We didn't spend too much food. The most you can say about out place without too much of an insult would be "humble." We lived here, because of my "curse." I'm quite used to it, we just have remember to tie me up in the middle of the forest during the night of a full moon. I didn't even get lost. I knew these woods too well.
I was out de-gnoming the garden. I never liked doing that job. It was a hassle and you had to keep doing it frequently. Suddenly, an owl came and dropped off some mail. I dropped what I was doing and ran into the house. Back then, I would do many things just to stop gnoming work. Now, I would do anything if that were the most of my problems.
When my mother got the letter, she became pale and immediately called for my father, who rushed in the minute he heard. (He wasn't too far into the forest, so he could hear my mother screaming loud and well.) My father and mother both read the letter together and reread it. I could then only wondered what it meant.
Finally, my father took me to the bedroom and shut the door. I'm guessing it had to do with me, but my sister was probably getting a talk about what's happening from my mother. After a long period of silence, my father broke the ice.
"Remus, you know how you're a wizard?" he asked. It seemed more like a statement than a question. I nodded. "Well, what would you feel if I were to tell you that you have been accepted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry?"
I was shocked. I had expected that since I was a werewolf that I would never be able to get into any close contact with basically anyone from the Wizarding world, let alone the greatest school in Great Britain. I thought I would be home-schooled all my life. At first, I didn't know what to say. I was excited and foolish at that time. I didn't know what I was getting into.
"But," my father continued, "there will be certain agreements."
"What agreements?" I asked. I suddenly had this horrible feeling come over me.
My father gave me the envelope with the letter in it. It had the Hogwarts seal on it and, I opened it up. It read:
Mr. Remus Lupin,
You have been accepted to Hogwarts, School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. This letter is to inform you that you will soon be accepting your official Hogwarts letter and, that you are chosen to be one of the first werewolves to enter the school ever. We hope to be able start intergrating other kinds of people into the program. You represent wizards with lycanthropy. When you get your acceptance letter, a school official will help you get all your needed school supplies. We have sent word to your parents beforehand. Your helper, Proffesor Flitwick, shall help you, give you all the vital information you'll need, and answer any questions involving your stay here. We hope to see you soon.
I looked for the signature on the bottom, but there was none. I guess the headmaster thought I wasn't worth it. Everyone probably had the same, too. People like us were considered dirt to them, and I was too happy for myself to realize that. Now, I wasn't even sure if I wanted to go.
"You don't go if you don't want to." My father said, "We could leave the country where you will be accepted and treated with respect. We've almost saved enough money. We could let some other kid take your place as a sacrifice to help people understand that integration could be great!"
I looked at my father with a blank look in my eye. So many thoughts were going through my head. It was only then that it suddenly occurred to me that this could be put into the Daily Prophet and will leave a lasting impression. If Hogwarts had to find someone else to take his place, the wizard world would look down on werewolves even worse than before. I had to make a choice:
Sacrifice myself and give a chance to my own kind or run from this problem, have a happy life, but doom all werewolves in Britain.
Finally, I made a choice.
"Father, I wish to go to Hogwarts."
I had no idea what I was up against.