I Hate You (Fred Weasley Story)

Chapter 3: Belle has mail?!

Belle's POV

One of the things about me, I don't have friends. I'm shy but a huge jokester. Which is probably the reason I don't have friends. I like to pull pranks on people. I haven't done it lately though because it makes people hate me and I'm at the point where I already don't have friends and I don't want anyone to hate me.

I yawned as I climbed out of bed, noticing that August was already gone. It was Saturday, also known as the eve of my birthday! I walked downstairs and sat at the table for breakfast. My mother set a plate of bacon, eggs, and hash browns in front of me.

"Good morning, Belle." She kissed my forehead.

I took a giant bite of eggs, "Good morning, mother." But it sounded more like, "Gfouf mrfking mufhr." because of the food in my mouth.

My mother gave me a look after she laughed. "Manners, mi Bella." She said in her Spanish accent. I only smiled at her sheepishly.

All my other family members soon filed in and we were all sitting at the table eating and making small talk quietly.

When we heard the mailbox open and close, Auggie quickly stood up. "May I please go get the mail?" He was practically jumping.

My mother laughed. "Of course, August. Go ahead."

He bolted out of the room and all we heard was a gasp. I frowned.

"Auggie, what's wrong?" No sound. I stood up, beginning to feel worried, "August Blake Patron, what is wrong?"

August walked in, looking down at an envelope. "Blue-Belle, you have an envelope!" He held it up excitedly.

My eyes widened as I took the envelope. See, that was one thing about me. Where I didn't have friends, that means I never got mail. Not even from family members. I had never gotten a letter from anyone.

The letter read:

'To Miss Belle Black
Second largest bedroom upstairs
18003 Court Avenue'

I frowned. "Mum, look how specific it is..." I handed it to her and she frowned, showing my father.

"Craig, is this some sort of joke?" She whispered. "Are people following us and trying to get to Belle?"

My father just handed the envelope back to me. "Bellie, open it."

My mother gasped. "What if-" my father stopped her.

"Belle, if you would."

I didn't waste time ripping the envelope open, but it was pulled from my hand by an invisible force. The envelope transformed into what looked like a lady's face, the lips and eyes made into the envelope. It was...floating?!

Ark was wide eyed. "What the hell..." Usually my mother would reprimand him for using that word but now, her eyes were wide and she looked absolutely frightened.

The letter started clearing its throat. The next thing that happened was really something.

"Dear Ms. Belle Black, we are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry." I gasped at what the letter said. Some sort of cruel joke this had to be to get back at me for all my pranks.

Sydney had fainted as soon as the letter started talking. Ark had smiled and said, "Awesome."

But the letter wasn't done yet. "Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment. Term begins on the first of September. We await your owl by no later than the thirty-first of July." That was tomorrow. My birthday. This is a cruel joke.

"Yours sincerely, Minerva McGonagall. Deputy Headmistress."

The letter fell onto the table and everyone's chairs squeaked as they moved away. I sat in the same spot, looking at the letter. That name...it sounded familiar. I contemplated where I had heard that name as I picked up the letter and looked at my parents.

"Mum, may I go?" I asked, something igniting my once dull eyes.

Her eyes widened as she looked at me. "Belle, it's a cruel joke. Magic isn't real! How are we supposed to find an owl by tomorrow. Do you know of any owl shops nearby?"

I looked down. No, I didn't. But if it's a cruel joke, and magic didn't exist, how could someone get the letter to float and talk? I sighed. "May I be excused?"

My mother sighed. "Of course dear."

I took the letter and ran upstairs, closing the door of my room and sitting on my bed, staring only at the letter.

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Later that night

I was still sitting in the same place on my bed, leaning against the wall, still staring at the letter. I jumped when I heard a knock at the door. "Come in."

Ark opened the door. "Hey, Bellie. You missed lunch and its dinner time now. You coming down?"

I didn't look up. It was already dinner time? I missed lunch? That's right, Ark did come up and ask about lunch too. "No thanks, I'm not hungry."

Ark was quiet for a few minutes. "Okay, but you shouldn't stare at that thing too long." He closed the door quietly and I was alone again. I suddenly opened the letter, pulling the yellowish paper out. I opened it slowly and read down to the equipment I would need.

"Dragon hide gloves?" I sniffled. "What a cruel joke to play." I continued reading down the list.

"A wand? A cauldron?" I laughed dryly. Tossing the note aside, I turned off my bedside lamp and quickly fell asleep.

That night I had a terrible dream that the creator of the letter was burning me in a cauldron, muttering dark spells over me as I screamed for help.

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THIS CHAPTER WAS EDITED ON MAY 7th, 2020