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Hogwarts, Here We Come! by Emilyinlove
Chapter 4 : Chapter Three: Letter of Acceptance
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Disclaimer: I do not own J.K. Rowling, the Harry Potter books, the Harry Potter movies, characters and overall world. Also, parts of this chapter, mostly the letter, do not belong to me either, but the overall plot of the chapter does.

Author's Note:
Hey everyone, so this is Chapter 3! I'm sorry my updates haven't been as frequent, but I have a whole lot of chapters ready to come up. They'll be more frequent during the summer though, as this week I will probably not go on the computer at all because I have finals on Thursday and Friday! EEK! And yes, it's my last week of school, once more meaning I will have more updates coming soon. Also, for those of you who have been reading "Remember", I am working on Chapter 5, it's just hard because it's more of a filler chapter, but as a hint, it's about Quidditch. But I won't put up Chapter 5 until I have finished Chapter 6 for that story as well. So, on with the story!

Chapter Three: Letter of Acceptance

I was not in the best of moods to say the least. About an hour ago, I found out that my parents had been lying to me my whole life. Every time I thought something magical had happened, they denied it, making it harder and harder to believe anymore. But then this happens and all of my dreams are coming true! Not thanks to my parents.

What could possibly possess them to make them think it would be better for me not to know? This is huge! And now, I won't know as much as everyone else and I'll be behind.

I sat on top of my bed fuming, all the while thinking about what had happened when I had gotten home.

"You were very quiet on the way home. Is there something on your mind?" My mother asked as we walked through the front door.

Wrong thing to ask.

"What do you think is wrong? Albus freakin' Dumbledore just came to me while I was at the movies and told me that I'm a witch and that I was accepted into Hogwarts! How long have I been accepted for, huh? How long have you been lying to me for?" I demanded.

"I think I had better call your father," My mother said, rushing over to the phone.

"Don't even bother! I don't want to talk to either of you! You lied to me my whole life!" I screamed.

"I can't tell you why we did it, but it was to protect you. To protect us as a family," My mother said.

"How is that protecting me? Letting me go to a stupid school where I got bullied? If I had been at Hogwarts when I was eleven, maybe the accident wouldn't have even happened! Maybe I wouldn't have been bullied! Ever thought of that? And you thought you were protecting me!" I screamed before running into my room and slamming the door behind me.

So as you can tell, I was still mad an hour later. I had calmed down slightly, mostly from being by myself but otherwise, I was still mad as hell.

It was then that I remembered the unopened envelope waiting in my purse. I hopped off of the top bunk and grabbed my purse before going back up.

I took the envelope and carefully opened it. I didn't want to wreck my first Hogwarts letter. It was a memory and I could use it in a scrapbook! Besides, I have been waiting for over three years for my Hogwarts letter, so it was important to me.

I took out the folded parchment and unfolded that, taking in every detail about it before I started to read it.


Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock,
Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)

Dear Miss Williams

We are pleased to inform you that you have a place at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. You will be entering your fourth year as you already have enough knowledge to succeed in it.

As all the other students, you will be taking the Hogwarts Express to the school. Your parents will be able to Side-Along Apparate you there. Once you arrive at the school, you have a choice of taking the carriages, or taking the boats to the school. But you must meet with Professor McGonagall in the Entrance Hall to get sorted.

As a request from the Headmaster, you are to see him immediately after the Welcome Back feast. His office is on the seventh floor behind the statue of the gargoyle. He quite enjoys Sherbet Lemons.

Your classes will be given out at breakfast and you will be able to choose your electives then.

Please find enclosed the list of all necessary books and equipment.

Term begins on 1 October due to some changes behind made in some of the dormitories. We await your arrival.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress

I flipped the letter over excitedly to see what I would need. It was amazing that I was even going, but I loved school supply shopping anyhow. Weird, right? I don't know why, but something about it has always intrigued me.


Fourth year students will require:

1. Three sets of plain work robes (black)

2. One plain pointed hat (black) for day wear

3. One pair of protective gloves (dragon hide or similar)

4. One winter cloak (black with silver fastenings)

5. Three sets of sweaters and vests (black)

6. Three sets of collared dress shirts (white)

7. Three sets of dress pants or pleated skirts (black)

8. Three sets of neck ties (house colors)

9. Three sets of stockings (house colors, black or grey)

10. One pair of dress robes/clothing
Please note that all pupils' clothes should carry name tags.

I skipped past the books deciding that I'd look at those once I was going to get them. Instead, I went down and looked at the other equipment.

Other Equipment
    1 wand
    1 cauldron (pewter, standard size 2)
    1 set glass or crystal phials
    1 telescope
    1 set brass scales
    1 broomstick
Students should know that an owl OR a cat OR a toad is acceptable to bring.

"Emily! You have to let us in there to talk eventually!" My father said through the door that was barricaded with furniture.

"No I don't!" I exclaimed.

"We'll let you get a pet for Hogwarts!" My mother reasoned.

"Hmm..." I thought to myself. "Okay! You can come in now."

Bribery is such a good thing, and it's always worked on me. Well, as long as it was a good bribe. And besides, I was going to get myself a pet anyways, but now my parents would pay for it and all of its expenses.

"We can't, you've barricaded the door," My father noted.

"And whose fault is that?" I asked.

"Yours," My parents said in unison.

"See, that's where you are wrong, because it is your fault for making me angry in the first place," I said, jumping down from my bed and moving all the furniture back where it should be.

My parents walked in, my mother following my father and stood near the edge of my bed where I was sitting once again.

"We're sorry. It's just...well, we can't tell you. You have to find out for yourself. But it was for a good reason," My mother said. "But we do have something for you."

"What is it?" I asked as my dad held out his hand and put whatever was in it into my own hand. "It's a key."

"Your great grandmother gave it to us once you were born. It's your vault at Gringotts. Only you can open it," My dad said.

"Have you tried?" I asked my father.

"Yes, and it won't open for me, just like your great grandmother said it wouldn't," He answered.

"So only I can open it," I concluded.


"How do you know only I can open it if I've never tried?" I asked suspiciously.

"Your great grandmother must've put a charm on it or something," He said.

"Oh, okay," I said, playing with the key.

It had a beautiful design. It was a gold key that was a bit rusty from age, but the handle was what attracted my attention. It was in the shape of butterfly wings, and had the number 819 carved into the stem of it.

"It's pretty," I muttered to myself before realizing something. "Wait, Kelsey and Allie aren't coming to Hogwarts, are they?"


"But they are witches, right?" I asked.


"But they do have to learn magic, right?" I asked, suddenly curious about the subject.

"Yes, we're going to home school them in magic. We've already discussed it, and you could probably use the time away from them anyways," My mother said.

I knew exactly why she said it too. I wasn't exactly like my family. Everyone in my family had dark hair and brown or hazel eyes. Well, as I mentioned previously, I have blonde hair and green eyes. I never really fit in, and got angry easily, probably because of that. Everyone said I looked like my dad when he was younger, but I didn't see it.

"SWEET!" I exclaimed, jumping up and down at the top of my bunk at the prospect of being away from my sisters for almost a whole year!

We didn't have the biggest house; there was only one floor so my little sister and I shared a room. Because of this, I demanded that I got the top bunk, and I got it. It's not that we were poor or anything, we just weren't rich.

I think my parents were right though. It might be good for me to get away for awhile.

"Wait, isn't there a Wizarding school closer than Hogwarts? Like in Canada or the States?" I asked, but added as a quick afterthought. "Not that I'm complaining about going to Hogwarts."

"There is one in the States, but ever since you were born, you've been on the list to go to Hogwarts," My father said.

"Wait, there's a list? Where is this list? I want it!" I exclaimed before realizing something else. "So there isn't a magic school in Canada?"


"Why not?" I asked.

"Well, I don't know," My father said. "Probably never got around to building one."

"Do we have a Ministry of Magic in Canada?" I asked.


"So why haven't they made a school in Canada?" I asked.

"We don't know why, it's obviously the Ministry’s choice to let the school's pick the students. We have looser laws than England's Ministry of Magic. Like witches and wizards who are going to actual schools instead of being home schooled get permission to learn Apparition early and use magic outside of school as soon as they start to go to that school," My dad explained.


"What is with all of these questions?" My father asked.

"Well, I have a lot of questions, and I want to know the answers. Maybe if you hadn't kept it a secret..." I said, glaring at them.

"Good point," my dad said, admitting defeat.

"Anyways, when can I go to Diagon Alley?" I asked.

"You're going to have to go tomorrow, because the train is on Sunday," My dad said.

"How will I get there?" I asked.

"Hannah's mom already called and said you could use their fireplace," My mother answered.

"You mean I get to Floo there?" I asked.


"YAY!" I said clapping. "Wait, I have another question."

"What is it?" My mom asked.

"Well, am I going to get to see you guys during school? Like on the weekends or something?" I asked.

"One weekend a month you'll be allowed to come back here," My mother said. "We've already arranged it with Dumbledore."

"So tomorrow one of us will drive you to Hannah's house, and then you can go shopping with your friends," My dad said. "But for now, sleep."

My parents left the room and I quickly changed into my pajamas before climbing back into bed and under the covers. I closed my eyes and dreamed about all that would be happening this weekend, all the while clutching onto my key, not wanting to lose the magic I had just found.

Next time on "Hogwarts, Here We Come!"

"What about me?" I asked, not having gotten one. He hadn't even called me up to get measured for one. I mean, yeah, I had lived a muggle life up until this point but that didn't mean I shouldn't get a wand.

"Miss Williams, you do not require the use of a wand," Mr. Ollivander said, his moon-like eyes peering at me.

"Why not?" I was really confused.

"I'm guessing you'll find that out this year," Ollivander said mysteriously.

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