Reborn - A Harry Potter Fanfiction

owl post

Dear Freya,

You will never guess what. I am a witch. No, not like what Mrs Hammond used to call me, but a real life witch. One that can do magic and everything. I only found out the other day, this man called Hagrid showed up and told me. He can do magic too. I saw it myself, he blasted Mr Hammond up against the wall in his study. It was the best thing ever and I wish you could have seen it.

The magical world is crazy. Witches and wizards all dress in funny robes and mops can wash the floor themselves. There is this amazing drink called butterbeer which tastes liked melted marshmallows. I am supposed to start this fancy school in September where I can learn to do all these crazy things. It's exciting, but terrifying at the same time. I wish you were coming with me.

I was going to ask, how are the new parents? Hope they're treating you right. They seemed nice enough when they came to Claires. I don't know who I am living with at the moment. Speaking of which, I forgot to mention that I'm out. Like fully out of St. Claires. Hagrid saw Mr Hammond in one of his fits and swore that he would never send me back. Usually I wouldn't believe any grownup who says that, but I trust Hagrid. He is a good egg.

Oh, I wish you were here. You would love everything. I tried ice cream for the first time today, it was so good! You would have had a heart attack. I suspect John and Anne give you ice cream all the time. Do you like it? Let me know how life is going over in the Cotswolds.

Your loving, bestest friend in the whole world,

Emmie

P.S. Excuse the owl, apparently this is the way wizards and witches send mail. Her name's Penelope and if you attach your letter and give her a drink, she'll be all set to go.

P.P.S. Write back soon. I think your last few letters must've got lost in the post.

xxx