Waiting For My Hogwarts Letter Novels & Stories

"I said one year. I'm four years late. Are you still waiting?" I didn't answer. I rose on my toes and kissed his scar. He froze for a second. Then he wrapped his coat around me, pulling me in tight, his chin settling back on top of my head. "Yes," I said. "I'll always wait."

"Dear Serena Ashwood, If you are reading this, then the old witch has done her job and you have survived the first awakening. You were never meant to live as an ordinary orphan. Your blood carries power older than the kingdoms themselves. Mooncrest Academy is waiting for you. The headmaster already knows your true name. Show this letter to no one until you reach the gates. Trust the dragon inside you. It will protect you when the time comes. This letter was written on the third full moon of the winter cycle, eighteen years before your birth." I read that last part twice. Eighteen years before I was born. That did not make any sense. I was only twenty one. How could someone write a letter to

After dropping him off at the harbour, he had been so occupied with the weapons and now the new ship that he had forgotten about this little boy. “What did the letter say?” “Ah?” Andreas blinked, the smile freezing on his face momentarily before he spoke again. “Seems like Mr. Zacob Malfoy had addressed a letter to me while sending his regards to His Lordship.” “Zacob Malfoy?” Stephan hummed, brow furrowing. “How does someone like him know you to send a letter personally?” He held his hand out. “The letter?” He had to double-check everything that was remotely suspicious, including the boy in front of him. His Lordship had probably gone through the letter already and, finding it unimportant,

Completely breaking the spell. "This is for you." He tells me, though his voice has gone levels lower. " What's this?" I ask, taking the envelope from his hand. "Open it." He tells me. My heart hammers hard against my chest, I'm scared to open it because I have my suspicions and I don't know about how I'll feel, if my suspicions are right. I glance to his emotionless self before looking down at the envelope on my hands. I hear a door open and looking up, I see Alex exiting the car, once again , leaving us alone.

“Bleiz, by the time you see this letter, I will have already left. As for where I went, I don’t know either, but you won’t find me. As for why I left, the reason is simple: I don’t want to wait anymore.” “I don’t understand. How much longer do I have to wait for you to take me away? Will you one day lie to me and say that I have to wait for your and Mona’s child to grow up, get married, and have children, or wait until you’ve grown old with her before you leave with me?” “Bleiz, my youth is also limited. I don’t want to continue waiting for you based on an empty promise that has no end in sight. Let’s say goodbye here. We will never meet again.”

“Do you think I could learn to carve my own name if I practiced?” “Of course.” I looked at the completed pumpkin. “Would you like me to carve your name on it?” “What?” “You made one of the eyes, Ms. Ono. We could put your name on the pumpkin.” “But it belongs to the botanical garden.” “What is your first name?” I remembered our conversation at the front door—the day I had mistaken his name for the dog’s. My face grew a little warm. “…Haruka.” On the lower part of the pumpkin, opposite its face, Mr. Sasagawa wrote *Haruka* in hiragana with a marker.

The best of us must sometimes eat our words. — Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead The talk with Hunter still bugged my mind. I tried my best to shove it back on the back of my mind. I had more important matters now such as Villain X and what he might do to us. There was no time to dwell on regrets. What had happened between Hunter and me was not a priority.

At school, I had a nickname. They called me "Mister Wait-Your-Turn." I waited for the sneakers my brother had grown tired of, the backpack my sister thought was ugly, and the phones my parents had already cracked the screens of. Even when it came to taking a shower, I had to wait until everyone else was done. A week ago, Mom had promised me, "On the day of your college entrance exam, you won't have to wait your turn for the shower." So when I finally stumbled into the bathroom, drenched in sweat and smelling awful, I thought my turn had finally come. I was halfway through working up a lather when someone started pounding on the door. "Come out. Let your brother go in." My eyes stung,

They were pale and shaking. "I’m a twenty-year-old rejected wolf. I have no money, no mate, and I can’t even smell the air I’m breathing. That place is not my home!" "What about the scholarship," Freya wishpered like she was scared that even the walls may hear her, "The one you applied for at Ivory Spire. The scholarship! “I'm yet to receive the mail. It may come in tonight since the school year is officially starting next week” I told her but i was still doubting if I would get the offer.

I pick up my belongings and head for the front doors of the school. "Well...well, if it isn't, Train Tracks in motion. Nice Harry Potter pencil case: what are you eleven? If you're looking for Platform Nine and three quarters...Don't bother; they don't accept muggles like you," Kelly smirks while twirling a strand of her curly brown locks in her hand. Alexa and Tia click their heels with impatience. "For someone who thinks I'm a nerd...you sure know a lot about Harry Potter, yourself there, Kelly."