Bringing Veggie Power To The World- As if

Chapter 1

Allow yourself to dream and fantasize about your ideal life; what it would look like, and what it would feel like. Then do something every day to make it a reality! - Brian Tracy

*10 years later*
-Harry is 11-

"Harry! You have a letter!" Harry heard his adoptive mother sing. His lips twitched and he fought to resist the smile that wanted to take over his face. He reached for his cane and started walking towards the kitchen.

"I do?" Harry asked Jordyn.

"Yes. It looks weird. Have you heard of Hogwarts?" she asked. When she said that Harry paled. He remember his mother and father talking about it when he was a baby, about the pranks they pulled and about the professors they thought were cool. He remembered everything from when he was younger. He even remember the aura Albus had when he looked at Harry, he remember feeling fear for his twin and pushing magic around to him to save them.

He remember how Albus grabbed him harshly and dropped Harry on the step of the orphanage, and leaving. He remembered the torture the kids and parents put him through until Jordyn came along and saved him. For that he was thankful.

"Yes. It's a school for people like me," Harry bit my lip, "can I go?"

"Yes. Why did you even ask?" She replied in a Duh tone.

"OK." He smirked, at her aura. "Are you gonna get an owl?"

"Ew. No I'm not gonna have an owl pooping and eating my crack in the jack." Harry rolled his eyes and turned around. She started reading the letter to him.

HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY (she said in a deep voice)
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Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. Of Wizards)

Dear Mr. Potter,
We are pleased to inform you that you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment for 1st year.

Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later than July 31.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress
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Jordyn started giggling. Harrt sighed. Not this again.

"Minerva? That's got-" giggles "- to be the-" giggles "- stupidest name-" giggle "-ever!"

"Minerva is the Roman goddess of wisdom. Obviously her name is not a joke. So stop giggling like a pansy and get me some paper." Harry looked at her aura, hers was a light blue that shifted with bright pink every now and then, signalling she had wizard blood in her, though she wasn't a witch, she was a squib from a dead pure blood line, which left her as the heir. He had figured out the aura's when he was 8 and was being cheated out of a deal. The mans aura was flickering white -showing that he was lying- and Harry found the man was trying to sell him a regular river stone when he wanted marble and limestone. When that happened he figured out the aura's.