Waiting For My Hogwarts Letter Novels & Stories

After getting off the plane, I took a long ride in a private car. It felt like an eternity before we finally arrived at our destination. The professor welcomed me warmly. “Miss Amara, the talented young woman, we’ve been eagerly awaiting your arrival. When we heard you applied to Harvard, we were honestly disappointed at first. We had hoped a brilliant mind like yours would choose us instead. But now, we’re thrilled you’ve decided to join our program. You’re exactly the kind of person we want to work with.”

I let the chalk clatter onto the floor. Stretching out on the plush sofa in the bar's private room, I looked over the walls I'd covered in formulas and equations. That's what I'd really been doing all night. And the score floating above my head hadn't detected a thing. A waiter knocked, telling me my time was up. So, I made the call. "Hey, sis? They won't let me leave the bar. I need you to Zelle me some money. Now."

On the day of our ninth wedding anniversary, I sat in the empty living room and summoned the system I had not contacted in ages. "System, help me submit an application. I've decided to leave this world." The cold, mechanical voice came through, and somehow it sounded comforting. "Understood, Harry. Your departure application has been received. The space-time corridor is being constructed. I will come to retrieve you in one week." I hummed quietly and stared at my phone screen. A family photo of three stared back. In the photo, I stood in the center holding an adorable little girl. A beautiful woman stood beside me, kissing my cheek.

My mind was currently clouded in anticipation of me getting accepted in the Silver Stag. As soon as I entered my happy place, I lodged myself into my bed and stared at my phone. The clattering of casseroles in the kitchen was ringing in my ears but I could only focus on waiting for the email. “Portia! Lunch is ready!” Aunt Odessa shouted from the dining which I rolled my eyes at. I needed to wait on this so my heart and mind could rest assured.

The bell rang again. Geography was next and the Werewolf was glad to have a break from all the difficult lessons. He grew up around natural disasters and hazards, plants and the way they adapted so explaining them was as easy as blinking. The class itself was filled with animal shifters that originally grew up around the natural environment, all of them taking it because it was an easy pass. In summary, all the students there were either A or B in terms of grades. Soon the class was finished and Radyn quickly strolled out only to be stopped by another being. Damn people, always getting in the way Radyn thought. "I have a letter for you," The pink-haired student declared, moving the letter fo

he crackles. When I get to the house, Luna Bloodton is waiting for me at the front door. It's surprising, she has a conceding smile on her face. “Wow, look who is done with highschool!” She smiles. The witch smiled at me. “Tell me, did you do well?” “I did my best,” I answer without any zeal. “Well, congratulations.” She beams on. She hands me a white envelope and I freeze at the sight of it. It's blank, what's it for?

When I finally got to speak to him afterwards a few words were regretfully said on both sides and I just left without saying goodbye to come home to my other family in the coven, but now he has asked me to come and help train his ward in magic. ‘This is the smallest letter I’ve ever received, no apology in it just asking for my help with no explanation.’ I muttered to myself to try to process whether to go and help out my brother’s ward or just send a letter back saying no. It was then I realised why the letter didn’t explain anything, I quickly started to pack my things and shout to the waiting messenger to wait 20 minutes whilst I pack.

And since she skipped out on my dad's funeral, it's unlikely she cares or wants to see me. "I'll stay." I meet his gaze. "One thing, though. Please." He lifts his chin. "Yes?" "Headmaster..." I lick my dry lips. "Someone told me that this school is magic. But that's... it's not possible. Right?" He leans forward, his eyes dancing with excitement. "So many things will become clear to you at Hawthorn, but for now..." He clasps his hands, the gesture making him look even older than he does already.

She opened it delicately, her fingers trembling slightly. [Perseus is awake and he wants us to start purchasing the other ingredients for the potion. Find an excuse, and meet me at the border in three days. We’ll be going on an adventure, witch — Severus.] The message warmed her, a genuine smile spreading across her face as she read the words. Yet, despite the smile, a lingering question haunted her—how would she ever manage to leave this place?. The thought tugged at her, both thrilling and terrifying, as she clutched the letter a little tighter.

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