Chapter Seven

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Harry felt his heart drop in his chest. Alice knew more about his wand than any non-magic user (he didn't feel right calling her a muggle) ever should. "Alice," Harry began, choosing his words slowly and carefully, "how do you know about my wand?" Alice chuckled at Harry, "Because," she said as if it should be obvious, "I'm a squib."

If this were an old cartoon, Harry's jaw would have hit the floor in some kind of comical reaction to surprise. His jaw did hang open, just not in a comical way. More like in an 'Oh my God holy shit' kind of way. "You're a squib?!" He almost screamed. Alice patted the bed next to her, signaling Harry to sit. However, he didn't feel much like sitting at the moment, considering how shocked he was. "When I was born, my parents were really young and couldn't keep me," Alice began. "So they put me up for adoption. I was adopted by a lovely family from Salem, Oregon and they raised me like I was their own. Well, almost. See, both mom and dad were professors at the Salem Academy for Wizardry, and they had two other children besides me. They – my brother and sister, I mean – attended the academy and learned wizardry, but I didn't. I wasn't born into the wizarding ways and mom and dad didn't think it appropriate that they try to introduce it to someone that would be considered and outsider. I grew up around magic, and heard a lot about you. To be honest, I knew who you were the minute I saw you, but I figured you had a good reason for not divulging who exactly you were to me, so I kept my mouth shut. Until now, anyway." Alice smiled at Harry, satisfied that she had explained everything to him. Harry just stood there, thinking. Finally, he spoke. "Okay, so you're a squib. I guess that just means we really are perfect together." He smiled back at her and they kissed.

Harry walked to the common area of his building. Among the few pieces of furniture that decorated the room were the mailboxes for each student in the building. Harry found his mailbox (of course it had to be on the highest row, causing him to have to stand on his tiptoes just to see into it) and turned the lock on the front with the key he had been given. He reached back as far as his arm could reach into the mailbox and pulled out a letter with a brown envelope. It had his name on the front, and he checked the return address to confirm his suspicion: Weasley. Harry walked back to his room and made sure he was alone before opening the letter. At Hogwarts, it was all fine and good if you opened a letter and it started talking to you or something flew out, but here Harry imagined people wouldn't just accept it. He carefully opened the letter and began to read it.

Harry, hope everything is going well at University. The family is fine, though we miss you terribly. Please come visit us soon. It's not the same around here without you. Ron says hi. We are all so very proud of you, dear.

Molly

Harry smiled at the letter. It was nice to hear from the family. He would have to write them back soon. He was just about to put the letter in his desk drawer when he noticed another piece of paper folded up inside the envelope. Harry unfolded it and his heart sank.

Harry, Molly doesn't know that I've slipped this letter in with hers, and she doesn't know what I've written. I've spoken with Kingsley Shacklebolt, (The Minister of Magic) and I'm afraid I have grave news.

The Death Eaters are back, Harry. And they're looking for you.

Arthur

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