My day started extremely normal. It was my birthday and my best friend, Hannah, took me out for a walk.
“Happy birthday, Chloe!” Hannah whispered excitedly as we walked towards the swings.
“Thanks, Hannah” I replied with a small smile. I had been feeling uncomfortable since the morning due to some reason. I had a gut feeling that something was going to happen.
The weather was extremely nice. What could possibly go wrong? We played for a few minutes but had to stop when the bell rang. Hannah had to go since it was her turn to wash the dishes today. Just when I was about to leave, a large brown owl came in front of me with a yellowish letter in its beak. I quickly ducked down in order to save my face from its dangerous claws. It quickly turned and came towards me. Before I knew, its claws were tightly holding onto my dark black hair. I screamed in pain and tried to free my hair from the owl but it was of no use. It dropped the letter in my hands and flew away before I even had straightened myself.
I stared at the yellowish envelope, extremely confused. The envelope had no stamp but I saw a purple wax seal bearing a coat of arms; a lion, an eagle, a snake and a badger surrounding a large ‘H’. The name written on it was Ms C. Potter and last time I checked, no one instead of me, Hannah and the head of the orphanage knew my last name. Who wrote it? I was curious. I needed to open it or I’d die of curiosity. But the small rational part of me told me to not to. I sighed and decided to open it. There was nothing wrong in opening it; after all, it was addressed to me. I pulled out the letter and silently read it, disbelief settling in me with every word I read:
HOGWARTS SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY
Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore (Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc. Chf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. Of Wizards)
Dear Ms Potter, We are pleased to inform you that you have a place at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment. Term begins on 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 31 July.
Minerva McGonagall Deputy Headmistress
Was it some kind of joke? Was Hannah pulling a prank on me? I thought, quickly looking around me but there was no one around me. Millions of questions explode in my head, making my head ache and I slowly sat on the ground. I sat there, staring at the letter when suddenly I heard a loud crack. Looking up I saw an old man wearing a purple cloak. He had long silver hair, beard and mustache. His long crooked nose supported half-moon glasses. When did he come here?
“I believe you’ve received the letter?” He asked, taking in my panic-stricken appearance.
I simply stared at him, open-mouthed as I slowly took in the situation.
I’m an eleven years old orphan, who just received a crazy letter from a crazy owl and in front of me is an equally crazy old man who suddenly popped in front of me out of thin air, wearing a weird purple cloak.
“Forgive me. I forgot to introduce myself, didn’t I?” He said, chuckling lightly. “My name is Albus Dumbledore, headmaster of –”
“Hogwarts!” I interrupted, not believing my ears.
“Yes, Hogwarts. You might be wondering what I’m doing here.”
“Yes I am! I mean... it’s not every day you get a strange letter, claiming that there is a school which teaches you magic! And you definitely don’t get mailed by an owl! A crazy owl I may add!” I ranted, feeling my face grow hotter.
As much as I wanted to, I couldn’t ask him any question. I couldn’t trust him. Who trusted a stranger immediately?
“You look like your mother, you know?” Albus said, snapping my train of thoughts.
“I said that you look like your mother, Chloe. Even though you have your father’s hair and eyes, you still look like your mother. ” He said with a smile.
“You knew my parents?” I questioned, suddenly feeling more interested in the conversation.
“Yeah, they studied in Hogwarts too. Do you want to study what your parents did?′ Albus asked.
“What did they study?” I asked, feeling stupid immediately. Of course, the school’s name is HOGWARTS SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY; A school which teaches magic.
“You already know the answer, Chloe.”
“It’s magic?” I asked, still not sure.
“It’s magic” he nodded, confirming my thoughts.
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