My Name is Hillary Elizabeth Potter

Chapter 2: The Letter

"Harry, what is it?" Draco Malfoy appeared in his living room to see a fuming Harry Potter glaring at him.

"We agreed that we were done and there would be no more magic." Their girls gasped.

"Magic isn't real Daddy." Hillary said impatiently. But both her parents ignored her.

"It was better than the squad coming here. At least they don't think you're still alive. I had to put up with the new Weasleys."

"New Weasleys?"

"Yeah. Weasel and Hermione finally got together. Though it must have been a while ago because their son was taking his apparating test." Hillary was thinking that things couldn't get weirder when the owl swooped in through the window and dropped a letter on her head. She was almost relieved to see that her parents were just as surprised by this as she was. "Go ahead Hillary, open it." She gaped at her dad.

"Is it safe?" He just laughed. She took this as a good sign and opened her letter. Reading it aloud, her eyes widened.

Dear Ms. Hillary Potter

You have been accepted at Paygoun School For Young Witches. Please consider our offer seriously, as we are very much hoping that you can attend. Please purchase a wand, and all other equipment will be provided. The boat leaves from Whidbey Island on the 29th of August. We await your owl no later than July 28th.

Sincerely,

Araellia Penatrella Omhstage

Headmistress.

"Paygoun?"

"Never heard of it."

"Maybe it's new." Hillary looked up in amazement. Surely they didn't think this was real. It had to be a joke.

"Very nice joke. Can't imagine where you found a trained owl. But good all the same, ha ha. You can stop now." They looked at her in surprise.

"It isn't a joke. Though I've never heard of Paygoun. Your dad and I both went to Hogwarts; it's in Scotland. I think."

"You mean its real I'm a, a witch?" Her daddy nodded.

"Yeah you are." Her dad pulled her into a hug. "Why don't we go out for ice cream to celebrate?"

"Wait a minute, are you two witches too?" They both laughed.

"We're wizards."

"I hope you don't get a hard time at this school."

"Why would I have a hard time Daddy?" Her dad's smile faltered. Apparently what ever Daddy was thinking of hadn't crossed his mind.

"Most of the wizarding world thinks that we're dead." Her daddy looked up sharply.

"Most?"

"Yes. I ran in to Weasel and Hermione - that was their son that apparated into our living room. Harry Neville Weasley."

"So they know we're alive now. I'm surprised they haven't come barging in here."

"They don't know you're alive. You called me back before I had to tell."

"Um hi anyone care to explain?" Both of them turned to her.

"No, I don't think it matters."

"Fine then." It wouldn't have been so bad really, except they spent the night arguing and it just wasn't very fun. Mind you, they made up and Hillary went to get her wand with her dad before setting off on the Paygoun ferry.

A/N I know this is short but the next chapter will not fit at the end of this one. The next chapter should be longer. And I have a bit of a twist planned (at least I hope it's a twist). I got tired of people from America going to Hogwarts, and the Salem academy for witches and wizards is very over used. Just wait till you see Paygoun. My friends and I spent almost a year getting the details of it worked out, so it will probably have more depth than my characters. There will be a lot of OC's in this so be warned. Please Review on your way out.

Ta Ta

Xandria Nirvana