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(Granger, Hogwarts Letter)
The soft summer morning light, shone through the slight gaps in-eleven year old-Hermione Grangers curtains. The shafts of light danced across her flawless skin and steadily grew bright enough to wake the sleeping girl. It was the first day of the summer holidays, meaning she was completely allowed to turn back over and hide underneath her duvet. But thats not Hermione Granger.
The eleven year old girl sat up tiredly, stretching before sliding off of her bed and change into her jogging clothes. Hermione and her father had gone running every Saturday and Sunday morning since before she could remember. Her parents were health freaks, given that they were both dentists and believed completely in 'clean body, clean soul'.
Hermione walked into her bathroom and grabbed a brush to try and tame her wild hair. Looking into the mirror above her sink, Hermione couldn't see anything special. She used to be teased about her large front teeth, but one day when she was younger they just shrunk to a nomal size. Her parents said she'd just grown into them, but Hermione wasn't so sure. Hermiome had a cute button nose, almond shaped eys and her mother said rose petal lips. All this was detracted away from the bushiness of her light brown hair, it had calmed over the years settling from an almost afro to big frizzy curls, but it did nothing to complinment her face. Hermione settled with tying it into a tight pony tail, brushing her teeth and going to meet her parents in the kitchen.
"Morning sweets" Mr. Ian Granger greeted his daughter cheerfully, while pulling on his trainers at the kithen table. Jean Granger was busy bustling around the kitchen starting breakfast for when they got back. Hermione hugged her mother and patted her father on the head mockingly, Ian threw her an amused glare and continued tying his laces.
"Morning Mum. Come on Dad hurry up, I'd like to get back preferably before lunch" she teased him, filling two small water bottles for their jog.
"Come on munchkin, see you when we get back love" Ian called to his wife, leading their daughter out the back door and off through the estate until they reached the big park close to their house. Hermione and Ian always lapped the field 5 times before calling it quits and heading home. The morning was crisp and enviting, the sky a clear blue and painted with the different colours of the sunrise. The park was completely quiet other life wouldn't be seen for at least another hour, so for now the morning belonged to Hermione and her father.
On the last lap of the football size field, Hermione decided to race her father. She kept pretty good pace for her size; him being 3 heads taller than her. She only lagged behind by about six meters and overall not bad for an eleven year old.
"How was the run, you two?" Jean asked politely upon spying her husband and daughter through the open back kitchen window.
"Good, Mione's getting pretty fast" Ian beemed at his little girl, who smiled her thousand watt smile at the compliment.
"Mione there's a letter for you on the kitchen table"
"Who's it from?" Hermione questioned while playing with the parchment letter inbetween her fingers. When knownone answered, she flicked over the letter and swiftly tore out the paper inside.
Dear Hermione Jean Granger
We are pleased to inform you, you have been accepted into Hogwarts School for witchcraft and wizardry. A Professor from the school will be stopping by your house at 9 o'clock to explain your situationa and everything you will need to know before entering the magical world. We expect your confirmation owl, no later than the 20th August.
School begins on the 1st September, please arrive at platform 9 ¾ promptly, as the train to Hogwarts leaves precisely at 11 o'clock. Your supplies list is on a separate letter inside. We look forward to meeting you.
Yours Sincerely,
Headmaster Dumbledore
Hermione read the baffling letter over and over again, trying to understand what the words were telling her. She even read it allowed one time for her parents, who instead of looking confused, seem to relax and look like a great question had just been answered.
"What does it mean? Is this a joke?" she questioned her parents and the sanity within herself.
"Ian! Its almost nine" Jean shrieked suddenly and began hurrying around the kitchen, cleaning up the dirty plates and generally making the place immaculate. Hermione watched in amazement as her mother moved faster then she would have thought possible. Ian and his daughter shared a worried glance before quickly running upstairs to change out of their sweaty clothes.
The same question kept running around Hermione's mind like a bad song. 'What on earth was going on?'. Literally seconds before the clock struck nine the Grangers managed to seat themselves heavily onto the leather sofa; in hte living room. Only to be shocked into standing as the door bell echoed throughout the medium sized terraced house.
Jean sprinted for the front door and swung the door open to reveal a stern looking woman staring at her calculatingly.
"Are you Mrs. Granger? Mother of Hermione Granger?" the woman asked, an air of strictness rolling off of her in waves. Jean gulped and nodded her head, unable to find her voice. "May I come in?" That seemed to wake her up.
"Of course, of course. Come right in, make yourself at home. Hermione and her father are in the living room, follow me" Jean lead the stern woman into her house and told her to take her seat. The three Grangers squashed onto the two seater sofa and looked expectantly at the foreign woman in the armchair oposite them.
"Well, I take it Hermione recieved her letter this morning?-she asked already knowing the answer-"I am Professor McGonagall, Head of Gryfindor house and Deputy headmistress. I suppose you may have some question about the letter. But please allow me to finish before asking any questions. Your daughter, Hermione Jean Granger is a witch. You may have noticed her do strange and unexplainable things over the years, it was simply a case of accidental magic which is common among young witches and wizards. The magic is usually trigured when the child is feeling either angry or sad, nothing to be worried about. Hermione, is what we refer to in the magical world as a muggle born; a child born to non-magical parent.
The magical world is kept secret from your world because throughout history your kind has come to hate what it does not understand. It is better if we, the magical world, is left alone for this reason."-the three Grangers nodded in understanding at the Professors explanation-"Your daughter will be one of the many, young muggle borns attending Hogwarts school for witchcraft and wizardry this September. We are a boarding school, children are allowed to come home over the major holidays such as Christmas, Easter and the Summer Holidays. If your daughter chooses to attend, she will be a first year and expected to complete her education until 7th year or her 17th birthday." Professor Mcgonagall stopped to breath and indicated for the Granger's to ask their questions.
"Where is this school?" Ian asked, not entirely sure about sending his only daughter off to a boarding school for magical people.
"It is hidden by magic up in the North of England. I'm sorry I'm unable to give you a better location, but it is for the saftey of the students."
"Why seventeen?" Jean said referring to age, Hermione could quit her education.
"It is the age you legally become an adult in the wizarding world."
"There are other people like me? Who can do strange things..." Hermione trailed off, she had just been told that she wasn't insane, she wasn't a freak. To the magical world she was normal.
"Magic. Yes many other people like you. But that doesn't mean that our world is any easier than the non-magical world. You will still be expected to study and work to the best of your ability" Hermione could tell why the Professor was the Deputy Headmistress, she had the power to command without even trying.
"What kind of job would Hermione be able to achieve in the future, with this type of education?" Ian asked ever the logicall one. He couldn't imagine Hermione making a good living as a magician for children's parties.
"We have similar jobs to that of your world. Our Doctors are called Healers and Policemen are called Auror's and we had a Ministry of magic if Hermione would like to go into politics. There are many other jobs and career choices that Hermione could choose from, but she would learn more about these opportunties during her education. Do you have any more questions?"McGonagall saked due to the lull in converstation.
Mr and Mrs Granger shared a questioning look before glancing at their daughter, who was staring at the Professor in wonder. Jean could tell that Hermione was obsessing over what new things she could be learning. Over the years like many married couples the Grangers had developed a sixth sense when making decisions. They both agreed that if Hermione wanted to go, they would support her no matter what.
"Sweety? Hermione?"-Jean tried to grab her daughters attention-"Would you like to go to this school? Your father and I both want you to know that we will support you whatever your decision." The Grangers waited with bated breath as their daughter mulled over her choice. Jean could almost see the wheels in Hermione's mind turning.
"I'd like to attend Hogwarts"
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(Malfoy Manor, Hogwarts Letter)
"Draco wake up. Breakfast will be served in ten minutes" The sound of Narcissa Malfoy's voice shocked Draco in waking up. He lifted his head involountarily and peered bleery eyed through the gap in the curtains of his bed. Draco just caught the sight of the door clicking shut across his large room before all the light was swallowed by the dark. He smothered his face in his luxoriously soft pillow, groaning loudly at the injustice of being woken up early on the first day of the summer holidays.
The young heir to the ancient and noble house of Malfoy had finally been free'd from his madatory tutoring and being forced to wake up at 7am every morning, for the privalge of sleeping in then to be taken from him. It was only then that Draco realized what day it was. It was the day he was going to get his Hogwarts letter. The first day of the rest of his life.
The thought caused Draco to jump out of bed and sprint to his enormous en-suit bathroom, which was half the size of his actual bedroom. He brushed his-almost white-blonde hair out of his face and tidied it before washing his face and brushing his teetch. He patted the cloth over his pale skin and regal features. Draco almost never had any colour to his skin due to being trapped inside with his studies most days. He grabbed his black wizards robes and quickly dressed before dashing down the stairs almost crashing into Dobby the Malfoy house elf.
Draco slowed upon reaching the bottom of the grand staircase, it wouldn't do for the Heir of the Malfoy fortune to be seen rushing. He walked steadily towards the breakfast room, which un-suprisingly was filled with many friends of the family; all purebloods and all older than Draco.
"Good Morning Father. Good Morning Mother. Greetings everyone, its wonderful to see you all." Draco's drills of mannors and etiquet jumped into full swing. It is always important to make a good impression and these were the people that a Malfoy needed to impress.
"Draco Good Morning"-"Your looking well"-"Such a handsome boy"-"Good to see you", a chorus of greetings eachoed throughout the room as Draco made his way to stand with his father and mother as was expected. His parents were dressed in expensive black dress robes precisely the same material as the ones Draco had chosen, in his hurry to get down stairs. Thank heaven he had chosen the correct robes.
Dobby suddenly popped into existence besides Mrs. Malfoy and bowed respectably before announcing breakfast was ready. Draco didn't like the house elf because every time he looked at the brusied creature, he felt pity. Draco followed his mother and father into the large breakfast parlor, easily able to fit the family and their many guests. Mr. Malfoy seated himself at the head of the table, Narcissa to his left and Draco to his right. The guest then seating themselves accordingly.
At exactly 9 o'clock a loud screech followed by the blur of Draco's new Eagle owl startled the breakfast party into a hushed silence. Two letters dropped down infront of Draco, before the owl flew off just as fast as it had come. To Draco the silence was deafening as he opened the first letter addressed to him.
Dear Draco Malfoy
We are pleased to inform you, you have been accepted into Hogwarts School for witchcraft and wizardry. We expect your confirmation owl, no later than the 20th August.
School begins on the 1st September, please arrive at platform 9 ¾ promptly, as the train to Hogwarts leaves precisely at 11 o'clock. Your supplies list is on a separate letter inside. We look forward to meeting you.
Yours Sincerely,
Headmaster Dumbledore
"It is my Hogwarts letter, I have been accepted" Draco addressed his Father but allowing his voice to carry so as everyone else at the table could hear aswell. Of course no one spoke, not until Draco would open his second second letter was different from the first, it was an envelope of thick black parchment and sealed shut with gold wax.
Master Draco Malfoy
You have been accepted to study magic at the noble Durmstrang Academy for boys. Our records are flawless for molding strong independent young men and we require your confirmation owl, no later than the 20th August. Lessons begin on the 1st September, please arrive at the Durmstrang lake at 6am, as the ship will not wait. Your supplies list is on a seperate letter inside. We look forward to teaching you.
Your Sincerely
Headmaster Egor Karkaroff
"I have been accepted to study at Durmstrang Acadmey for boys" he said the wind almost knocked out of him. This was a tremendous honour Durmstrang hardly ever accepted boys from the British isle's, not even Mr. Malfoy had been offered a place. You could see Lucius puff up at the news of his son's acceptance to both schools, a loud roar of congratulations filled the breakfast room at the news. Draco glanced up at his mother who was sitting stunned behind a serene smile. They shared a look that spoke volumes 'Which school was he going to go to?'
*Hope you like the first chapter. I'll hopefully update soon.