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╭・I︰* Welcome home, you.

: ✧ -　this book will contain spoilers to the entire game of hogwarts legacy. read at your own risk.

[quest spoils: [1] the path to hogwarts.]

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𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦; 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪 𝘴𝘢𝘸 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘴𝘬 𝘮𝘦 - 𝘥𝘢𝘻𝘻𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘨𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘧 𝘪 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘱𝘦𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴.

'We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry as a fifth-year student.
Term begins on 1 September.
Preliminary supplies have been collected for you and will accompany you on your journey to the castle.
As you may be aware, the Decree for the Reasonable Restriction of Underage Sorcery prohibits the use of magic by those under the age of seventeen outside school. However, due to your unique circumstances, the Ministry has graciously agreed to allow Professor Eleazar Fig to help you hone your spell-casting before escorting you from London to the castle for the start-of-term feast and the Sorting Ceremony.
Yours sincerely,
M. Weasley
Professor Weasley
Deputy Headmistress'

You recieved this letter only after your fifteenth birthday, and right before your parents began looking for the sixth school to put you into after... mysterious circumstances... had previously suspended you from the five prior educational institutions.

You were once attending school like any other child - it was only after this birthday that curious things had begun to happen around you. Perhaps because of you, but your mother was too burdened with denial to even pity the thoughts.

You remember one time a girl, Samantha, (your bully) had poked fun of your outfit just so that you'd gotten terribly heated. She'd been laughing at your seething face so hard she didn't even notice her hair frizzing up until it caught fire.

Your teacher knew you wouldn't do something so out-of-character; or to even have the nerve of bringing a lighter to school! She figured it was just some miraculous scientific effect from how the sun rays were caught in the window: like a leaf being burnt from the distorted light of a magnifying glass. She'd fought for you in this way.

Samantha's parents, cruel as they were, refused to listen to reason. They had found an easy way to cast blame on you; resulting in your immediate suspension.

And when time came for you to enter your new school, eventually you would find yourself in a similarly unfortunate circumstance, with a similarly unfortunate consequence.

And again and again. And you thought yourself cursed. Up until today.

The letter left you not the least bit curious. If anything you might've been a bit angry, feeling as if you were being pranked. You weren't even attending a school currently and somehow someone knew of your mishaps? Was this an old bully?

The first letter was thrown into the trash, ripped into angry little pieces. And the second one was burned.

But on the third, that was when you voiced your complaints to your father.

Your father hadn't lived with you or your mum in a long time. According to them, it was a mutual seperation that, once both of them matured, left no ill-will towards each other. In fact, their closeness might have only remained because of you- and how adamant he was to try and stay in your life throughout your childhood. Only in the smallest of moments, and it always felt so... secretive. Like he was never supposed to be there when he was.