Chapter 2: The 11th Birthday

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"Oh my gosh really dad!" I say shocked. I had completely forgotten about my own birthday today, 31st of August one day before the term starts one day before I go to Hogwarts me and my father had already bought everything except my pet I wasn't sure if you were allowed Nifflers but I thought dad would never get me one anyway so I never asked. I hugged my father in excitement as I tiptoed down the hallway to the third door down in the right i opened it and there a little warm brown ball of fur jumped into my arms I stared in amazement as I watched it look up at me it was the cutest little Face I'd seen in years. The last time I saw a baby Niffler was when I was five, my father had just brought one home and said he had to give it 'Niffler therapy' so he wouldn't steal so much. "What's it's name?" Father asks
"Newt, his name is Newt."
"Happy Birthday sweetheart"
" thanks dad."

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