It was almost Halloween when it happened. School had been going good for Samson. He had gotten good marks in herbology and he was told he had a natural gift for transfiguration. He had become very good friends with Callie and the care of magical creatures teacher, Hagrid. Samson was becoming more comfortable around Callie and almost never stuttered with her, although Samson wasn't aware of it. Callie noticed however and was happy he could be comfortable around her. Life was going good until the letter arrived.
It was breakfast time and Callie had once again snuck over to the Hufflepuff table without being seen and was sitting next to Samson when the mail arrived. Hundreds of owls streamed in through the rafters to find their owners. Raider swooped down and landed next to Samson, handing him his copy of The Daily Prophet as well as a small hand written letter before attempting to steal some food.
"What's that Raider just gave you?" Callie asked, suspicious of the note. Samson shrugged and opened it up. The note read:
Dear Filthy Mudblood Girl,
I have sent this message to inform you that if you have not left the school by the eve of October 31st, I will personally track you down and beat the living shit out of you. There's no room for any of your kind at this school and you will never fit in here.
Sincerely,
A Far More Superior Pure Blood
Samson shuddered and handed the letter to Callie to read.
"Who would write such a thing? Who could really hate you that much, you couldn't hurt a flea. We have to take this to a teacher."
"No! They don't have to get involved. I'll just leave. It's the only option."
"There's no way you're leaving me here all alone, we'll figure something out."
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The Art of Fitting In
FanfictionSamson is a new student at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. But Samson is different than the other students, he is transgender. Samson must learn how to get his peers to accept him and his best friend Callie while also learning to accept...
