IMPORTANT NOTICE: this is the last chapter in this story. All other updates will be done under a new story, entitled "Devlin Potter: Part Two" (I know, I suck at titled...I'm working on it!). This other story will be updated at the same time as this one, so hopefully you'll all find it and reissue your subscription and everything. :)
Devlin tries to shake the dream from his head as he wanders down the stairs that morning. It sounds like the dream had kept him asleep longer than usual, because he already hears Emma at the table, and she's hardly awake before him anymore. When she had been a little girl, she had been more of an early bird than he, but now they seem to have switched roles and he is always the first one up.
His mother is at the table, in the chair facing the door, and she gives him a small knowing smile when he comes to pause in the doorway. He frowns at her, feeling suspicious. Mentally he checks that it is not his birthday, but it is still early in July, so he should be safe.
Tentatively he takes a step into the kitchen.
"Can I please?" Emma whines softly, to their father. He simply shakes his head and whispers 'hush, Emma'. Devlin pauses again, certain he is missing something. Finally, he takes the last step towards the table and sits down quickly.
"Good morning, Devlin," his father says, in a tone that Devlin notes is forced casual. His mother is still smiling at him in that knowing way.
He reaches for a bagel and that is when he see's it, propped up against the bowl full of bagels. Suddenly all their behaviors make perfect sense, and suddenly he couldn't care less about them. He reaches forward, picking the envelope up gingerly.
He'd made it in.
He brushes his thumb across the maroon seal for a moment, admiring it's simplicity and meaning.
The table is hushed around him and he knows all three people must be staring at him.
"I got in," he say softly and tears the envelope open gently. The seal breaks and he pulls the parchment out. He hands the supply list to his mother and simply stares at the first page for a long time. He hadn't known for sure if he'd get in. After all, he wasn't the average ten year old. He knew how to preform two of the Unforgivables. He could see the Thestrals. He was a werewolf. He had spent four years with Voldemort. There were not a lot of parent's who would want him around.
"Did you know I got in?"
His father smiles softly at him and nods. "Yeah, Dumbledore told me you'd get your letter, after he swayed the board. He said it was just in time that your letter wouldn't be late and asked me not to tell you."
Devlin felt odd that Dumbledore had done this for him. If there was someone that Voldemort hated more than Harry Potter, it was Dumbledore. Voldemort had spoken to him very rarely about his own father, but Devlin had heard plenty of Dumbledore bashing from Voldemort and somehow, little bits of it refused to be shaken from him. It was just enough to make any communication he had with Dumbledore extremely awkward. Yet, he certainly owned him something for this. He had made it possible for him to attend Hogwarts, just as he had done with Remus.
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Devlin Potter: Part Two
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