The Letter

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PROLOGUE

An owl flies into my bedroom window; with a piece of parchment in it's mouth. A letter. I open the it and read,

Dear Miss. Lupin,
You have been accepted to fulfill the last years of your wizarding schooling at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please send a reply owl by July 31.

Your supply list is enclosed, please visit Diagon Alley in London to purchase your things.

Sincerely,
Horace Slughorn, Deputy Headmaster

Hogwarts? I've heard about it, it's in London, and the best wizarding school there is. After reading, i get a bit more confused, resulting in my hair turning it's nervous shade of dark blue. I scribble Yes, I'll be attending, thank you for the letter on a piece of paper and tie it to the owl once its rested properly. Now, Diagon Alley. Where on earth is that? I look in my Foreign Wizarding Cultures chapter in my History of Magic textbook and find a passage about Britain.

British wizards mainly attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and get their supplies at Diagon Alley. Diagon Alley is hidden from Muggles and is only accessible from a pub called the Leaky Cauldron, or by Apparation. It contains Quidditch, book, robes, wands, and other stores, along with Gringotts wizarding bank, the safest place to keep your valuables as it is guarded by goblins.

England, I'll have to go to England every school year, or find lodging somewhere other than Greece for the rest of my life. Maybe I can find my real family, maybe...

Unfortunately my thoughts are interrupted by my snow-white ferret, Bear, running up onto my shoulder. "Well Bear..looks like we're moving to England"

With that I got up to pack.

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