Slytherin Secrets

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I woke up in sweat soaked clothes with a pounding headache. The first thing I notice is the light streaming in through my bedroom window.

"Are you okay, miss?" A small creature with big eyes and bat-like ears greeted.

"Huh? Oh, yeah." I said, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. "I just...I just had a vivid dream."

"Are you sure, miss? You look like you've been in a fight." The house-elf looked at me with empathy. "Miss has been through a lot of traumatic visions. I shall make some tea for miss. It is an age old tradition to soothe nervous spirits such as..."

I sat upright in bed. She looked at me expectantly, waiting for me to speak.

"Tea would be lovely. Thank you, Quincy." I said, still in a bit of a daze.

"Of course, miss." She said gladly, before skipping out of the room.

I was half wide awake now as I looked around the room, noticing a new pair of uniform on top of my dresser. 

With who-knows-how-many other Wizarding Schools are there across the world, I shuddered at the thought if I made the right decision. I got out of bed and stretched, before walking over to my reading table and noticing an odd envelope from my pile of small unopened letters.

"What is this?" I picked it up and opened it, finding photographs and a piece of paper with a list of names and addresses.

It was photo of a skinny kid, with unruly black hair and a weird scar on his forehead and a photo of a man with my father who was almost twice as tall as him and at least five times as wide.

Harry Potter
The cupboard under the Stairs,
4 Privet Drive
Little Whinging, Surrey

"Harry Potter?" My eyes widened. A knock suddenly came at the door, interrupting my musings. "Come in!" I called.

The door opened and in walked my father with Quincy who was carrying a tray with two mugs of steaming tea and a plate of butter cookies."

"Here you are, miss." She said, "Would you like anything else?"

"No, that will be all for now, Quincy– thank you." I kindly thanked her as she sat down the tray.

"You're up, sweetheart." My father greeted. I nodded while adding a generous splash of milk to my cup.

"Would you like me to make you a cup, dad?" I asked, looking up under my bangs as I added a generous serving of sugar to mine.

"No dear, I think I'll just have mine black, if you don't mind." He smiled, amused as he took a seat.

"Of course, father.'' I responded as I sipped my tea and munched on a cookie. "How are things at work?" I asked him.

"Oh, fine. You know– cases, more cases, endless amounts of review, you know how it is." I nodded.

"I suppose it's quite fascinating– the work you do. I'm sure you're very efficient at it." I responded, trying not to grimace as I slowly hand over the odd envelope to him.

He chuckled, "My dear, you would still have to continue your training even if there is no envelope for you today." He said as he took the envelope and looked back at me. "Have you had a look at these?"

"I suppose. What do I have to do for today?" I asked, finishing my cup of tea.

"Now Y/N, this is very important." He said, taking out a thick envelope from his leather briefcase. "It will help you on your path to becoming a Auror." I nodded as I quickly skimmed over the envelope he handed.

The same address from earlier was written in emerald-green ink. I looked up at my father.

"I thought he was just a myth?" I said, trying to recall an old article I had read about this boy who had overcome tremendous odds to be alive today. "I had no idea he was real. How old is he now?"

"You'll be in the same year and attending the same classes as him, dear." He explained. "The Order is entrusting you to deliver his acceptance letter."

My eyebrows shot upwards.

"You'll have to go to Privet Drive and
deliver the letter at the front door."