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Chapter 2: The Letter

Time: July 1st, 1991

Location: Guinevere's Dimensional Apartment

Guinevere's POV

I sit and reflect at the breakfast table of my little abode here in this dimension outside of time, that I have called home for the past 1,000+ years. It hurt, being able to see what was happening in the world I love but being unable to be a part of it. Here, beyond the reach of time, I watched as civilizations rose and fell and were conquered and became something else entirely. I watched as wars were waged by both the mundanes and the magicals. I watched as innocents were caught in the crossfire of such wars and became victims of cruelties that many would never dream possible. And I felt for them, mourned with them, hurt by the fact that I could do nothing to help and only watch.

And now, less than a month ago, the door that marked the boundaries between this world and the world ruled by time finally reappeared, and for the first time in centuries I can feel the effects of time. Meaning that this small home of mine has reconnected with the rest of the world, and as it was distantly connect to a piece of private property that was spelled to ensure no one would question who lives there and to have food that is delivered to a certain delivery box near the properties gates transported inside to make sure that it was obvious that someone lives there. But with the return of the door, I can now explore the world that I have, until now, been only able to watch. I know that soon I will soon be expected to attend Hogwarts, the school that my brother helped found.

I am distracted from my ruminations by the tapping sound produced by the owl pecking at my living area window to get my attention. This was a surprise as it had been centuries since I last had received any kind of correspondence from someone, I mean Lady Magic had allowed my brother to correspond with me from time to time but even then the letter would appear on my table by my, I guess they call them, sofas nowadays. This occurrence was enough to raise my curiosity and so I went and opened the window to letter the owl in, though the owl only lands on the windowsill and proffers the letter secured to its leg. I quickly remove it.

A quick perusal over the letter shows that it is from Hogwarts, it is then that I realize that I had just received my first ever Hogwarts letter. I knew it was coming. I just wasn't sure when it would arrive. The only point I was confused about was how it addressed me, as it didn't use my real last name.

Dear Miss Silvers,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of 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,

Minerva McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress

After a few moments of thought and consideration, I remembered the fact that the line of children that my middle brother Tonrac sired had over the course of centuries split into many different wizarding bloodlines, though few kept the gift of parseltongue as an active trait. The few that did were the Gaunts who had lived in New Hangleton and the last remaining member of that line was Voldemort whom I will be having words with, the Hebimarus a line that has made their home in Japan and is still flourishing to this day, and the Silvers who have disappeared by Squibing out. And it appears that I am being considered a member of that line who has regained magic.