Not A Coincidence (Fred Weasley)

Ch 2: My Acceptance Letter

"Chelsea, can you come down here, sweetheart?" Dad calls up the stairs moments after the doorbell rung, maybe they have something in common.

I put down my book -Harry Potter of course- and head downstairs, stopping at the entrance to the living room. Sitting on the couch opposite my parents, happily chatting away as if they were old friends, was an older woman with dark brown hair, silver streaks were scattered throughout. Wearing an unusual emerald green... cloak?

"Ah, this must be Miss Chelsea, is it not?" The lady asks as I make my way over to them.

"Yes, ma'am." I reply, shaking her hand.

"Oh, how lovely it is to meet you. I am about to explain something very serious to you, I suggest you sit down." She speaks with kindness, but is definitely straightforward.

I look over at my parents, who's eyes are gleaming with excitement, what's going on there? They nod for me to sit down, so I do, right in the middle of them, facing opposite the lady.

"What I am about to tell you may come as quite a shock, but please do not interrupt until I am finished, alright?" I nod before she continues speaking. "I am Professor Minerva McGonagall, Professor to Transfiguration and Head of Gryffindor. I have been sent here to give you this," she hands me a thick envelope, "inside you will find an acceptance letter to one of the finest magical institutions in the Wizarding World.

My eyes widen. Magical institution? Wizarding World? Acceptance letter?! Am I- nono can't be.

 Beside me, my parents are jittering with exciting. Did they know? I open my mouth to say something, but remembering what she said I decide against it.

"You are a witch, Chelsea, and we would love to have you at our school. We will teach you how to harness your powers and much more on that topic, you will take classes about the history of magic and about spells and potions, also about magical creatures and plants. You will attend these classes everyday except for Saturday and Sunday, then you will study. Main holidays you can either go home or stay on the grounds, end of school year you will return home." She pauses. She says it so well, as if she's done this so many times before. "You will also be taking flying lessons, compulsory of course. And that is all for now, do you have any questions?"

I'm just staring at her shocked- this is a lot to take in- while my parents dance happily around me chanting "Our daughters a witch! Yes! This is the best news ever!" I turn my attention to them. "Wait, how did you know about this?"

They stop dancing and sit back down on the couch, straightening out their shirts.

"Well you see, honey. We've known about this since we were young teens, in fact, we knew Professor Mcgonagall here since we were young." Dad puts his hand on my shoulder.

"So are you guys witches and wizards?"

Now it's mum's turn to speak. "No sweetie, we're not-"

"Then how the hell do you know about them!" My blood starts to boil, how did they know about all of this before me, how come they didn't tell me?! I feel... sort of betrayed.

"Now sweetheart-" Dad gets cut off by Professor McGonagall raising her hand, we all fall silent.

"May I?" She asks, after mum and dad nod she continues on. "Chelsea, your parents have known about our world since they were 16 as I recall, after your father and mother moved in together they helped out a young wizard, his name will stay anonymous for the time being, but after they helped him they became friends and found out what he really was. Your parents knowledge grew larger after spending many years with our kind. But the ministry has forbidden them to say a single word to anyone who does not know, otherwise knowledge of our existence will spread, and people will use us for many terrible things, it has happened before.

"They weren't allowed to tell anyone, not even you. Although they were still allowed to interact with us, as they already knew of our existence and they had too many memories, too many to obliterate- that's a spell to wipe memories- if we had obliterated them they would be lost, for they spent an abundant part of their lives with our kind. But that did not stop them, they moved to a heavily populated town of wizards."

"Wait. So you're saying right now we are living next to wizards?!" I rush to the window, only now do I realize how funny the clothing looks on some distant passersby. The long coloured cloaks and pointed hats. An old man looks at me and smiles, I wave at him. "Wow!"

"You see, honey? We couldn't possibly have told you, but now that we know you are one of their kind we can tell you all sorts of things." Mum comes over and wraps me in her arms, dad following close behind.

After a couple of minutes, a throat is cleared near the door to the living room. "If that is all, I shall be on my way, many more muggleborns need to learn about our world."

"Muggleborns? Wait, but I need to know more." I say, she can't just leave it there, I still have so many questions.

She just smiles at me sweetly, looking my parents in the eyes she nods. "And I'm sure if you ask, your parents will tell you the answers you seek. I will be seeing you September 1st." And with that she leaves.

"Hey mum, dad, what's a muggleborn?"

They lead me to the kitchen table, make some hot chocolate with little marshmallows- 7 to be exact, I made sure of it, ain't no-one skimping on my marshmallows. They explain everything to me, thoroughly, they even told me some neat stories from when they were younger. And how they were so lucky to get a witch as a daughter, who can share the memories with them. We sit there for hours, just talking and joking around.

Dad tried to prank mum by putting a fake bug on her shoulder. What an amateur, I would've put a real one, but not on her shoulder, on the handle of her mug- an oldie but a goldie as I would put it. The funny thing was that mum pulled the same trick on dad and they both scared themselves, all a bunch of laughs in the end. But honestly? My parents are hopeless, yet they're meant for each other. I'm thankful I have them, and the amazing stories they tell. I'm glad that Professor McGonagall came, so I guess that the doorbell ringing and dad calling me downstairs was not a coincidence.