Harry Potter Morgendorffer:
Acceptance Letters

DISCLAIMER:

Harry Potter is the creation of JK Rowling. Daria is the creation of Glen Eichler. King of the Hill is the creation of Mike Judge and Greg Daniels. This story is a work of fiction and written for my own amusement. I own none of the above and have no intention of profiting financially from the creators' creations.

If you enjoy this story, please write a review!

Harry Potter Morgendorffer*Harry Potter Morgendorffer*Harry Potter Morgendorffer

Ruskin, Texas June 1991

HJ's Hogwarts letter came through the mail in June. Daria's letter from Ilvermorny had arrived the month before, causing Daria to tease HJ that Dumbledore had decided that he didn't want HJ at Hogwarts after all. Her teasing didn't have the effect that she thought it would: HJ said he'd be just as happy to go to Ilvermorny or to the Cascadia Institute. Despite the fact that HJ was eager to learn real magic, Daria knew that HJ wasn't quite so enthusiastic about having to learn it as Harry Potter. He'd grown comfortable being HJ and Daria suspected that if he'd been a Mundie and had his way, he'd be applying for US citizenship when he came of age.

Harry's letter was a topic in a Morgendorffer family meeting a day or two later. As usual, Helen ran them.

HJ, Daria, Quinn," said Helen. "As you know, HJ's Hogwarts acceptance letter arrived the other day, so he will be going there." HJ nodded. He still wasn't sure he wanted to be at Hogwarts, but it would be an adventure.

"So that's in England or someplace?" said Quinn. Daria and HJ glanced at each other. Despite the fact that only HJ and Quinn had green eyes, they could see the Green-Eyed Monster of jealousy lurking behind Quinn's brown eyes."

"Scotland, actually," said Harry. "It used to be a separate country and the Scots are proud of the fact."

"So how are you going to get there?" said Quinn. "Are you going to fly?"

Daria looked at her sister's expression. Definitely jealous, thought Daria.

"Yes," said Helen.

"So you're going to fly to Hogwarts," said Quinn in a sing-song voice, sarcasm dripping like droplets off freshly-watered flowerbeds.

"I've got to take a train from London," said HJ.

"London? That's weird," said Quinn, startling Daria. "

Good Lord, does Quinn actually know where London is, thought Daria. Will wonders never cease?

"So can I come too?" said Quinn.

"To the station, maybe," said Helen. "If you behave."

So Mom and Dad and Quinn will be seeing HJ off, thought Daria.

She wouldn't. She'd already be at Ilvermorny. She felt a pique of jealousy. She'd like to go ro Britain.

"Will Daria come, too?" said Quinn.

"Nope," said Daria. Ilvermorny started classes weeks before Hogwarts.

"Good," said Quinn.

Arlen, Texas:

The letter sat on the Hill family breakfast table, a reminder of the magical world in the distinctly non-magical Hill family kitchen. It had been opened and read but was still lying there like a portent of something, although none of the Hills were quite certain of what.

The Hills had tried to discuss it the night before, but they hadn't quite been able to come to a consensus.

Hank looked at the letter and frowned, then looked at his son and smiled. "Bobby, you don't have to go if you don't want to," he said.

"I want to go," Bobby replied. Both Hank and Peggy heard the bit of uncertainty in his voice.

"Are you sure, son?" said Hank.

Bobby took a couple of moments to reply.

"Yes, I'm sure," he said. "It's an adventure." That was something his Mom had said. She told him that even if things didn't work out, it would still be an adventure, his adventure, one that none of the other kids in Arlen were likely to have.

Still, Bobby thought that going off to boarding school was scary. Going off to a boarding school in Massachusetts was even more scary. Except for the people in his support group, he didn't know any of the other students very well. Most of those were girls and the only guy he knew and liked was HJ. And HJ was going off to Hogwarts, not Ilvermorny.

A part of him wanted to back out and continue his life in Arlen, but he also wanted to do the responsible thing. Not that he saw himself as John Wayne or anything, but he'd learned that he had magic: there'd been a couple of what Mr. Kraus, his social worker, had called events. Nothing really bad happened, but Mr. Kraus had told him and HJ about some bad things that really did happen, and Bobby decided that he wanted to make sure than nothing ever did.

He was a little worried, well, more than a little worried about the other kids being smarter than he was. He said so, and that had caused Mr. Kraus to start laughing.

"Bobby," he said. "I'm going to tell you a little secret about wizarding school. While there are some kids who are real smart and real good at magic, you're as smart as most of the guys, and your chances of getting good at it are as good as theirs, even counting the ones who'd grown up with magic since they wore diapers." HJ started chuckling, causing Bobby to join in.

"You think so?" asked Bobby.

"I know so," Mr. Kraus replied. "I've been there myself."

"I'm sure, Dad," Bobby said again, sounding more confident than he felt. "A man's gotta do what a man's gotta do."

Author's notes:

Some may note the absence of Luanne Platter from the Hill house. I thought about including her, then decided against it. While I think Luanne is a wonderful character and makes interesting plot developments, I decided to follow the example of King of the Hill canon and delay her introduction until Bobby was somewhere between twelve and fourteen years of age. By then Bobby is going to be more sure about his place in the magical world and will have more confidence in his magical abilities

My original plan for Harry Potter Morgendorffer was for Dudley Dursley to be a wizard, too. I wrote a vignette showing the Dursley family the morning after Dudley received his Hogwarts acceptance letter, but after thinking about it and after reading a couple of other fan stories where Dudley did get his Hogwarts acceptance letter, I decided to delete it. This Dudley Dursley will remain a Muggle. I decided to go with JK Rowling's dictum that male Dursley genetics don't allow for wizard or witchly offspring.