"Why didn't I get my letter!?" I demand with a strong voice. My mother gives a knowing look to father and puts down her tea.
She clears her throat and says
"Darling, we have been through this..." she pauses for a moment
"It's just a story , it's not real" she says cautiously. I flash a disgusted look firmly at her and storm away whipping my hair behind me.
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I don't know what's up with her lately. I continue to storm away into my room filled with my Harry Potter merchandise. I sit on my Harry Potter bed spread and hold my Dobby figure to my lips and whisper
"I know it's real Dobby, I know"
I lay my head down and decide to go back to sleep ignoring the fact I'm not going to Hogwarts and the fact that I'm left with my muggle family. I shudder at this thought.
As I fall asleep slowly I soon find myself dreaming of well, what do you expect... Hogwarts. I picture Harry's words
"Hogwarts is my home"
I guess we'll never have that in common now.
Some people call me obsessed but I preferred the term dedicated.
THE END
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