A Twist In Time

Letters And Contracts

Letters And Contracts

"Are you sure we need him there?"

I glanced up from the letter I had been reading, frowning as Tommy huffed out in annoyance, his fingers pressing down lightly on the bridge of his nose.

"What?"

"Alfie. Does he have to be at the wedding?"

"He's handing me over to you, Tommy. Of course he has to be there," I muttered, annoyed at him as this was the tenth time I'd explained it to him. It had to be Alfie handing me over to Tommy as Alfie was the eldest of my brothers.

"Have you seen this?" he said, lifting the papers he'd been reading. I glanced over, recognising Alfie's writing on the paper. I could only assume it was the marriage contract he wanted to give to Tommy with his terms before our wedding.

"No, but I assume you're not happy with his terms," I muttered, glancing back down to the letter I was reading.

"Have you seen what he's required for me to give in exchange for your hand?"

"I already said no, Tommy. I haven't read the contract," I mumbled, shuffling the letter under some other documents and opening the one from Albus. I knew it was from him, his handwriting was rememberable - and he'd left a return address. Not sure why. I would only be replying to him through Owl mail.

"He's fucking insane," Tommy mumbled, more to himself that time rather than myself.

It seemed strange, the pair of us sitting in his office at the betting den, getting on with some work and reading through the post before we needed to go see a man about a horse. It was nice and it was peaceful. I was glad I let Lizzie talk me into dropping the kids off at the Home a couple of days a week to get them interacting with others.

Andromeda,

It has come to my attention, through Newt, that you have decided to open an orphanage for children in Birmingham.

While I think is a admirable feat, I do question as to whether you understand what you're doing,

I am unsure whether you are aware that several of the children you have in your care are witches and wizards and will one day express their magical essence in the presence of Muggles.

I already understand from Phineas that you have had some trouble with the Ministry in regards to Muggles finding out about magic and whether you would be willing to visit me at Hogwarts in regards to discussing an idea I had about those magical orphans.

I will be awaiting your owl.

Albus Dumbledore.

"How does he know?" I muttered to myself, frowning at the letter, confused by the fact that Albus knew about some of the magical children at the Home.

I knew which children he was talking about. My magic sparked when they were around and I could feel their magic bubble but I wasn't sure how he knew. The only way to know would be either the Book of Admittance which was hidden somewhere within Hogwarts - no student knew where it was located - and was only able to be seen by either the Headmaster or the deputy when acceptance letters were due to be sent out.

From what I understood, Albus didn't have access to that.

Plus, he mentioned more than one of the children here and at this moment, I had no children in the Home that would be turning eleven and receiving their acceptance letter. I had four children over that age, Eva at twelve, Mary and Harris at thirteen, and Jacob at fourteen. The next lot of children to receive their acceptance letters if they had a magical core would be Leonora who had not long turned ten and then Rachel, Mabel, Rowland, Angus, Russell, and Allen who were all nine.