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I do not own Harry Potter, I do however own the OC Characters that are shown in this book..... The Hogwarts letter was extracted from Harry Potter and the Philoophers stone page 39..... This book is written by four different people so update times can vary.... due to this co-writing thing each chapter will be told from one of the four characters POV's..... just warning you so you don't get confused.... cheerio StyloEnsanglante
I can remember my hands shaking, it was as if they were muggle machine gunnies or whatever they wanted to call them, the point is I was nervous, more nervous than I had ever been before. I mean who wouldn’t be nervous the school that I had been accepted at was destroyed three years prior. I was only 8 then and reading the small reports about the battle was very interesting. I hoped that one day I could meet some of the heroes that fought there. Oh well maybe one day.
I can remember what the letter had said word for word.
"HOGWARTS SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY"
Dear Mr Collins.
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at "Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry." Please find enclosed a list of necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on September 1st. We await your owl no later than July 31st.
Your Sincerely
Filius Flitwick
Deputy Headmaster
I was so happy that day and responded five minutes after getting the letter, and burst through to my dad writing a letter about the way that people who died in the Battle of Hogwarts are being remembered. You see my mother died in the battle, according to dad she took on four Death Eaters at once before she was killed by Voldemort himself.
Oh well, well that is pretty much it. I now sat in the backseat of my dad’s muggle contraption called a car. I didn’t like it, it was far too noisy for me and I hated loud noises as it disturbed my thinking patterns. My brother on the other hand loved them, I so hoped we weren’t in the same house. I would never get any homework done and that would annoy me.
“Hey dad, what was Hogwarts like when you were a student and what house where you in?” I asked.
“Well I was in Hufflepuff the house of the Loyal, it was cool your mum was in Ravenclaw and she was the most attractive woman I had ever set my eyes on. I
did ok and stayed out of trouble with the teachers so it wasn’t that bad. Christmas is amazing. Snow everywhere” he stated slowly.
We shortly arrived at Kings Cross and we cut through the great mass of muggles that were holding up the station.
"Excuse me, Escuse me" could be heard calling around the station and it made me even more excited then what I already was.
I couldn’t wait to see Hogwarts, apparently it was one of the greatest sites of Magical Britain and I couldn’t wait to be able to adventure around it. I quickly found the small sign that read Platform 9 and on the other side Platform 10. I ran through it and reached the other side quickly staring at awe at the scarlet red steam train.
I waved goodbye to my father and climbed aboard the train, I was finally going to Hogwarts, I laughed and followed my brother down the corridor in search of a compartment.
I can remember my hands shaking, it was as if they were muggle machine gunnies or whatever they wanted to call them, the point is I was nervous, more nervous than I had ever been before. I mean who wouldn’t be nervous the school that I had been accepted at was destroyed three years prior. I was only 8 then and reading the small reports about the battle was very interesting. I hoped that one day I could meet some of the heroes that fought there. Oh well maybe one day.
I can remember what the letter had said word for word.
"HOGWARTS SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY"
Dear Mr Collins.
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at "Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry." Please find enclosed a list of necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on September 1st. We await your owl no later than July 31st.
Your Sincerely
Filius Flitwick
Deputy Headmaster
I was so happy that day and responded five minutes after getting the letter, and burst through to my dad writing a letter about the way that people who died in the Battle of Hogwarts are being remembered. You see my mother died in the battle, according to dad she took on four Death Eaters at once before she was killed by Voldemort himself.
Oh well, well that is pretty much it. I now sat in the backseat of my dad’s muggle contraption called a car. I didn’t like it, it was far too noisy for me and I hated loud noises as it disturbed my thinking patterns. My brother on the other hand loved them, I so hoped we weren’t in the same house. I would never get any homework done and that would annoy me.
“Hey dad, what was Hogwarts like when you were a student and what house where you in?” I asked.
“Well I was in Hufflepuff the house of the Loyal, it was cool your mum was in Ravenclaw and she was the most attractive woman I had ever set my eyes on. I
did ok and stayed out of trouble with the teachers so it wasn’t that bad. Christmas is amazing. Snow everywhere” he stated slowly.
We shortly arrived at Kings Cross and we cut through the great mass of muggles that were holding up the station.
"Excuse me, Escuse me" could be heard calling around the station and it made me even more excited then what I already was.
I couldn’t wait to see Hogwarts, apparently it was one of the greatest sites of Magical Britain and I couldn’t wait to be able to adventure around it. I quickly found the small sign that read Platform 9 and on the other side Platform 10. I ran through it and reached the other side quickly staring at awe at the scarlet red steam train.
I waved goodbye to my father and climbed aboard the train, I was finally going to Hogwarts, I laughed and followed my brother down the corridor in search of a compartment.
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