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Nothing's Unexpected

Chapter 3: Please Say Yes!

As soon as Charlie seemed hypnotized enough by the television, I ran upstairs into my bedroom. I sat on my bed and stared at the letter with wide eyes, that didn't seem to get any smaller.

I finally decided to open the letter. Onto my bed fell a large stack of papers, that seemed to be a bigger amount, then could actually fit into the small envelope. I looked at each of the papers individually.

One was welcoming me into the school, another requiring a parents' consent to be allowed to go to the school, a list of supplies, and a specific letter from Dumbledore to me.

Dear Ms. Isabella Swan,

Let me be the first to welcome you into Hogwarts. The staff and myself have watched you closely since young and anxious to come and be accepted here. We have felt that your sudden change in believing in us has altered our plans for you, which are now for you to attend our fine school.

The administration understands that you are being accepted into Hogwarts six years later than you should be starting. However, we feel since you have read and studied the Harry Potter books, based on one of our best students, you already know much of what goes on in classes and what the past students have learned. To be safe we will place you in a lower grade, sixth, rather than seventh the year in which you should have been included in if you had been here since first year.

As for the arrangements of transportation, Mr. Arthur Weasley has volunteered to bring you from Forks to Hogwarts in his flying car on the twenty-third, making you a bit behind in your classes, but I am sure you will catch up. You're a smart girl. This does however give you a ten day deadline to get your materials and have your parents' consent.

Bella, I would also like to inform you, that nobody but myself in the wizarding world knows about the Harry Potter series. It was in fact written by myself, with the help of a few spying portraits. J. K. Rowling, is nothing but a cover-up name. You must understand that nobody can ever know of this.

Hoping your times here at Hogwarts are magical,

Headmaster Albus Dumbledore

My mind was filled with different questions I wanted so badly to ask and be answered. I knew if I really needed them answered I would ask Dumbledore when I arrived there and he would gladly answer them for me. I stuffed Dumbledore's personal letter in my pocket and ran back downstairs and threw the scattered papers on my father's lap.

"Bella? What is this?" he questioned me looking down at the many papers, now sitting upon his lap.

"An acceptance letter came for me today."

"An acceptance letter? But Bella, you haven't even tried out for any colleges."

"I know," I said, standing up to get Charlie a glass of water from the kitchen. "Just read it."

I returned to the couch where I could face Charlie directly, and still fairly keep my distance. I handed him the water and he took it from me with shaky hands.

"B-bella, are you p-playing around with m-me?"

"No dad. I got in the mail."

"H-Hogwarts? I-I don't know Bella. I don't think you should go."

"Why? Please dad. I've wanted to go there since I was eight. You should have seen me on my eleventh birthday. I was so excited because I thought my letter was going to come. I was wrong, but look now dad. Everything I ever dreamed of has finally come to me, and it's all up to you if you want me to be a part of my dream." I looked at him with pleading eyes, I almost felt as though I would cry if he responded with a negative, cold hearted, no. It was almost unbelievable to imagine that everything I said just a few seconds before was completely true, and was all up to my dad.

"Er-I'm going to think about it Bella. Let me get a good night's sleep with the thought rolling around in my head, and I'll let you know my decision tomorrow. Good night sweetheart."

"Good night dad. Thank you." I walked back to my room, and I tucked myself into my warm sheets. That was the first night I ever remember my dad coming into my room, leaning over me and giving me a kiss on the top of my forehead. I felt like I was six, but it was a good feeling; one I will treasure forever.

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