The Letter
It's just another summer day. You are a charming eleven year old walking through your house, with nothing imparticular on your mind. Your mother and father, relaxing and reading the Sunday paper, have no idea what is about to happen today, nor do you. As you walk from your bedroom, slowly waking up, you wonder what you will do today; play with your friends outside, walk a ways through the countryside to get to the pond, any one of the normal things you've been doing all summer. Why should today be any different than the past three months have been?
On your way to the living room to say good morning to your parents, you glance at the front door and realize today will not be a normal day at all. You stop in your tracks and wonder if you're still asleep, because a large brown owl with an envelope tied to its leg sitting outside on your front porch isn't something you tend to see on a normal Sunday morning. You watch, unmoving, as the owl grabs the letter with its beak, pulls it off of its leg, and deposits it through the space underneath the glass door. He makes no move attempting to fly away, obviously instructed to make sure you receive the letter. This rule had been put into action after one family would not accept the letters delivered to a certain famous black-haired boy. When you're sure the owl isn't going to leave, you cautiously walk towards the door and pick the letter up from the floor. When you turn it over you find your name and address written in strange handwriting, with no stamp either. But you guess owls don't need stamps. You wonder whether you should open the letter, but realize the situation could not get any stranger, so slowly tear open the envelope. Little do you know that by opening that letter, you have entered a world that most of us can only dream of, filled with owls, magical train platforms, powerful witches and wizards, charms, potions, spells, three-headed dogs, larger than life serpents, hypogriffs, school houses, quidditch, and most important of all, the legend of the boy who lived. You are one of the lucky ones that have been chosen to be a part of this magical world. A world that us here on the other end can only write and dream about, sometimes looking at our own lives and wishing we could be there so badly that it hurts. So take this opportunity, and live all you can in the world that we wish we could be a part of. We'll just wait here, reading about you in books that we wait for months to read, and movies we wait for months to see. You live it, and we'll all just keep dreaming.