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Part 4
Four more years passed for the two. They had moved into an old widow's spare rooms in trade for helping her with the cooking and upkeep. The widow's own family had passed on long ago. On the way home from school Senku picked up the mail. He looked through it to see if there was anything interesting and he found a yellowed paper with green writing on it. It was addressed to Harold James Potter, bedroom at the end of the hall 6-27 Umenoki-cho Hida Toki-shi Gifu-ken. That was his room, but that wasn't his name. As he walked into the house he gave a loud "Tadaima," when he heard the widow say "Okairinasai" he walked over (for the sake of all non-Japanese speakers, I'll use English, but remember it's in Japanese) "where's mother?" He politely asked.
"She's in the rice field, and I suggest you go and help her."
"Ok" he put most of the mail on the table but kept the letter. He went to the back and put on his work shoes.
"Kaa-san" he said as he saw his mom standing among the little rows of green plants in long grey boots and her sleeves rolled up.
"Yes Senku?"
"Who's Harold James Potter?" After hearing the question she looked up at him with a thoughtful expression. She walked over to the door and removed the muddy clothes.
"Let's go inside. I'm not sure, but the name sounds familiar." She washed off before going in and the two went to the kitchen where they sat at the table with some tea. When they were seated, Senku handed her the letter.
Jezibel looked at front of the letter. The ink stirring something in her memory.
"I think the sender means you. It describes your room, but why wouldn't they use your name?" She paused a moment. "Senku, you know you're name in English is Herold, and they're homonyms. And I think you're father's name was James Potter. So they don't know that I adopted you and now you are Senku Jansu Madison. Go ahead open it. I want to see." She handed the small envelope back to the boy.
He looked at it for a moment before cracking the sealing wax on the back and pulling out a piece of paper. The emerald ink read:
HOGWARTS SCHOOL
of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY
Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore
(Order of Merlin, First class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock,
Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of wizards)
Dear Mr. Potter,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted
at Hogwarts School of a Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please
find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no
later than July 31.
Yours sincerely,
a signature
Minerva McGonagall,
Deputy Headmistress
The two, mother and son, looked at each other.
"Is this real?"
"I don't know, but if it were would you want to go."
Senku's eyes filled with tears almost immediately.
"I don't want to leave you." She quickly got up and hugged the boy.
"Then you don't have to. We'll just write back to this Minerva lady and tell her that you don't want to go." She pulled away so she could look at the teary eyes "but if you want to go, we can move to England together. And I'll make them let me be with you." His eyes lit up.
"Really? We could go, and I won't be the gaijin anymore?" His eyes developed the dreaded puppy dog expression. "PLEASE"
"We'll write back and ask," she stood and grabbed a pen and paper from the writing desk.
"Dear Ms. McGonagall,
First I wish to inform you that my child's name is
no longer Harold James Potter. It is now Senku Jansu
Madison. I adopted him fully and legally, so I would
appreciate it if you refrained from calling him by a
name he no longer uses. Second, He does wish to
attend your school, but on the condition that I might
accompany him. He's been both home-schooled and
gone to school and I would like to keep his regular
education up while he is there. If you have a teaching
position available I would gladly fill it. I am educated
in teaching all grade school levels and subjects.
Please make your reply expedient.
Sincerely,
Jezibel Madison"
The two looked over the note, and then Senku asked, "The letter said Owl, how are we supposed to do that?" Just then, a small barn Owl landed on the rail by the door and called. The two looked over and it held its leg out. Wrapped around the leg was a small string to attach notes. The pair looked at each other and shrugged before going over to tie the note onto the owl. It swooped off into the day just after they put the note on its leg.
A few moments after the Owl had left Senku's voice quietly got Jez's attention.
"Even if they say no, can we still move to England?" Jezibel looked at her son and after a thoughtful moment of watching him squirm in excitement said.
"I don't know, I'll have to think about it. I could try to get a job there and then we could." at the look of his face falling she sighed and continued. "Senku, this is a really big decision, and I'll have to think very carefully." She stood up really quickly, "come on, we have to go grocery shopping. You get to make dinner." She gave Senku a smile.
AN"
Woo Hoo, another part done. What'cha think? Thank you to Katrina and Tat whom have reviewed.
Part 4
Four more years passed for the two. They had moved into an old widow's spare rooms in trade for helping her with the cooking and upkeep. The widow's own family had passed on long ago. On the way home from school Senku picked up the mail. He looked through it to see if there was anything interesting and he found a yellowed paper with green writing on it. It was addressed to Harold James Potter, bedroom at the end of the hall 6-27 Umenoki-cho Hida Toki-shi Gifu-ken. That was his room, but that wasn't his name. As he walked into the house he gave a loud "Tadaima," when he heard the widow say "Okairinasai" he walked over (for the sake of all non-Japanese speakers, I'll use English, but remember it's in Japanese) "where's mother?" He politely asked.
"She's in the rice field, and I suggest you go and help her."
"Ok" he put most of the mail on the table but kept the letter. He went to the back and put on his work shoes.
"Kaa-san" he said as he saw his mom standing among the little rows of green plants in long grey boots and her sleeves rolled up.
"Yes Senku?"
"Who's Harold James Potter?" After hearing the question she looked up at him with a thoughtful expression. She walked over to the door and removed the muddy clothes.
"Let's go inside. I'm not sure, but the name sounds familiar." She washed off before going in and the two went to the kitchen where they sat at the table with some tea. When they were seated, Senku handed her the letter.
Jezibel looked at front of the letter. The ink stirring something in her memory.
"I think the sender means you. It describes your room, but why wouldn't they use your name?" She paused a moment. "Senku, you know you're name in English is Herold, and they're homonyms. And I think you're father's name was James Potter. So they don't know that I adopted you and now you are Senku Jansu Madison. Go ahead open it. I want to see." She handed the small envelope back to the boy.
He looked at it for a moment before cracking the sealing wax on the back and pulling out a piece of paper. The emerald ink read:
HOGWARTS SCHOOL
of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY
Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore
(Order of Merlin, First class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock,
Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of wizards)
Dear Mr. Potter,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted
at Hogwarts School of a Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please
find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no
later than July 31.
Yours sincerely,
a signature
Minerva McGonagall,
Deputy Headmistress
The two, mother and son, looked at each other.
"Is this real?"
"I don't know, but if it were would you want to go."
Senku's eyes filled with tears almost immediately.
"I don't want to leave you." She quickly got up and hugged the boy.
"Then you don't have to. We'll just write back to this Minerva lady and tell her that you don't want to go." She pulled away so she could look at the teary eyes "but if you want to go, we can move to England together. And I'll make them let me be with you." His eyes lit up.
"Really? We could go, and I won't be the gaijin anymore?" His eyes developed the dreaded puppy dog expression. "PLEASE"
"We'll write back and ask," she stood and grabbed a pen and paper from the writing desk.
"Dear Ms. McGonagall,
First I wish to inform you that my child's name is
no longer Harold James Potter. It is now Senku Jansu
Madison. I adopted him fully and legally, so I would
appreciate it if you refrained from calling him by a
name he no longer uses. Second, He does wish to
attend your school, but on the condition that I might
accompany him. He's been both home-schooled and
gone to school and I would like to keep his regular
education up while he is there. If you have a teaching
position available I would gladly fill it. I am educated
in teaching all grade school levels and subjects.
Please make your reply expedient.
Sincerely,
Jezibel Madison"
The two looked over the note, and then Senku asked, "The letter said Owl, how are we supposed to do that?" Just then, a small barn Owl landed on the rail by the door and called. The two looked over and it held its leg out. Wrapped around the leg was a small string to attach notes. The pair looked at each other and shrugged before going over to tie the note onto the owl. It swooped off into the day just after they put the note on its leg.
A few moments after the Owl had left Senku's voice quietly got Jez's attention.
"Even if they say no, can we still move to England?" Jezibel looked at her son and after a thoughtful moment of watching him squirm in excitement said.
"I don't know, I'll have to think about it. I could try to get a job there and then we could." at the look of his face falling she sighed and continued. "Senku, this is a really big decision, and I'll have to think very carefully." She stood up really quickly, "come on, we have to go grocery shopping. You get to make dinner." She gave Senku a smile.
AN"
Woo Hoo, another part done. What'cha think? Thank you to Katrina and Tat whom have reviewed.