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Johnny Scaletta, an Italian-English boy, on his eleventh birthday, finds out he possess the wonderful gift of magic, and to control them, he must attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, where he'll find out secrets, form...
A/n: Pedro Alonso and Úrsula Corberó as Luca and Caterina Scaletta.
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12th June 1998 "Uh, babe," said Johnny, drumming his fingers nervously on the table in front of him. They had finally moved back to England, and were currently living in Potter Manor with Harry and Ginny (who got back together) while they were waiting for Grindelwald Manor to be finished. They were currently prepping their wedding and they were writing invitations.
"Yeah?" Hermione asked, smiling at Winona who was pulling funny faces in her high chair. She turned back to Johnny and smiled.
"I was thinking, we should invite Luca and Caterina."
"That's a brilliant idea," said Hermione, causing Johnny to sigh in relief. "It's only right, they were your family."
"They still are my family," said Johnny quietly. "I still consider Cat my older sister, who forced me to do her hair and makeup, and I still consider Luca my father, who made me laugh and sung me to sleep after a nightmare."
"Then let's invite them," Hermione reached across the table and held Johnny's hand. "We can deliver it personally, so that way we can catch them up on everything they've missed, and they can meet Cupcake."
Cupcake was the nickname given to Winona one day after desert one day, when Winona had lifted her cupcake Ginny had made and squished it in her face, causing the four to laugh, and Winona to join in.
"We can do it tomorrow?" Johnny suggested, causing Hermione to nod happily.
"Great, I wanted to go into London and pick out stuff for Winona's room anyway," Hermione tickled under Winona's chin, causing her to burst into loud giggles.
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"Fuck, I can't do this," said Johnny, wiping his sweaty hands on his trousers. It was very warm in London today, a scorching 26°C to be precise, and Johnny's nerves didn't help in the slightest. Being back at the house he grew up in was nerve wracking to him, especially having not been there for six years.
