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Two Letters

Neville and Lily. Not a pairing

Neville sat quietly at the table, listening to his Grandmother talking about the charity work her ladies group were currently working on. He tried to remember everything she was saying in case she questioned him - it had happened before when he had lost focus or started day-dreaming.

He reached for the glass of water at the table (his Grandmother thought that pumpkin juice was bad for him) and took a sip, before turning back to his toast and taking a bite.

"Elbows," Augusta said, pausing in her story about her group to chastise her Grandson.

Neville quickly pulled his elbows from the table, and turned his full attention to his Grandmother.

"Now, as I was saying -"

Neville never did find out what she was saying, as a large owl swooped through the window and landed in front of him.

He untied the letter, eager to find out who had written to him - after all, it wasn't often he got a letter. Sometimes his Uncle write, or when he was away from home, he'd hear from his Grandmother - but never had a bird come straight to him.

The letter was removed, and Neville mourned the roast that the owl began to eat, before turning it over.

"Hogwarts," he murmured, loud enough for his Grandmother to hear. He looked across the table to see a wide smile on her face. "You got in?" she whispered, seemingly shocked.

Neville knew that she had been concerned that he wouldn't be accepted - that his magic wasn't strong enough. They had feared for a long time that he was a squib.

But this was proof. He could go to Hogwarts and make his parents proud.

Lily Evans stifled a yawn as she listened to her sister brag about her grades in her first year at High-School. Petunia had been bragging about it for the whole summer - just because her grades were better than Lily's upon leaving school, there was no reason to be mean.

She had said as much to her mother when Petunia had been out of the house, but her mother had just told her to allow her sister the happiness that came with the good grades.

She scooped up some of the soggy cereal, her eyes finding the clock on the wall, wondering how much longer before her sister left.

A knock at the door had Lily jumping to her feet, eager to get away. Her father sent her back to the table with just one look, and she slumped down once more.

A couple of minutes later, her father walked in, a curious expression on his face. "Has everyone finished?" he asked. "I think we all need to go into the sitting room."

Lily followed her sister and mother from the room, curious to find out what was happening.

Walking into the room, Lily's eyes fell on a woman in a strange hat and even stranger clothes. She wondered if this was what Severus had told her about - he had mentioned the strange ways that wizards and witches dressed.

But why was one in her house?

"Is that… am I going to Hogwarts?" she asked, her heart beating hard against her chest. She had doubted Severus' words about a school of magic, having not read anything about it in any of her books. She had even looked it up in the yellow pages - nothing.

But a witch was in her house, that meant something.

"You are. You know about the school?"

"I do. My friend - his mother is a witch - he told me all about Hogwarts and witches and wizards," Lily said eagerly. "I didn't know how much was true, but I know I can do things - I can make flowers bloom."

The witch nodded. "Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Professor Minerva McGonagall, Deputy Headmistress in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry." She produced a prospectus from nowhere, handing it to Lily's gobsmacked parents.

"A school of magic?" Petunia replied, doubtfully. "How comes I didn't get told about this."

Lily looked at her sister for a moment, taking in the frown on her face, before turning back to the Professor. "So it is real?"

"It is. Magic is real, and you've got it inside of you," Minerva stated. Lily believed her, there was something in her no-nonsense tone that told Lily that she could trust what the woman way saying. Professor McGonagall didn't look the sort to lie about something like this. "Here is your welcome letter."

Lily reached out for the letter, taking a moment to run her finger over the seal on the back. She turned it over, her own name shimmering on the front.

"Thank you," she replied softly.