The Magical Di Angelos

Magical Messages

Biancole's Pov

We ended up in the living room of our house in the underworld. We live down here since no one knows about us except Father and Grandpa. We can't live at camp, but I don't mind. I wouldn't want to leave my brothers. Or Father and Grandpa even though sometimes they can be scary. They are my family and this is my home.

On the couch was father. He was sitting with the usual clothes on, aviators jacket, black skull t-shirt, black jeans, and black converses with chains hanging off the sides.

He looked almost the same as us. Scruffy, black, hair with pale skin and almost black brown eyes. He had a more lonely, haunted aura while we all had an innocent aura and a scar on our left eyebrow, curving it up on the end. A skull birthmark is at the bottom of our necks. He's more muscular, muscles bulging under his shirt made him very intimidating.

At a young age he taught us Italian, the language of his birthplace, Italy. We usually spoke in Italian, sometimes Ancient Greek, and on a few occasions Latin. (Btw when they are talking in italics it will be a different language that will be specified at the time)

"Hello, my children." He greeted us in Italian. We nodded our heads in unison to greet him and sat in the black arm chairs across from him.

"You have letters." he said and handed them over. I took mine and looked at it. Me and my brothers groaned at the same time noticing it was in English. Damn dyslexia, and we barely use the language.

I finally made it out:

Mr. B. Di Angelo

3rd Door On The Right

The House

By Elysium

The Underworld

I gaped. Who knows this much? How did this letter get here? Who are they? What are they?

Instead of questioning I opened it.

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Headmaster: Minerva McGonagall

Dear Mr. Di Angelo,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.

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

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall

Me and my brothers looked up at the same time and gasped. Father was gone but there was a note on his seat, written in Ancient Greek.

You're taking too long to read, had to leave on urgent business, sorry. Here is the address of how to get to where you buy everything. Hope you can figure it out.

**** ***** ********** London (sorry, didn't know what to write for the address for the Leaky Cauldron. I don't think they say it in the book)

Me and my brothers had different reactions. Nicolo looked excited for this 'adventure' as he likes to call things. Hade looked angry for him being so vague, I don't know why he's surprised. Mario looked intrigued and I could almost see the gears moving in his head. And me? Well I just don't want to let father down.

We all stood up and ran to the closet putting on our cloaks. The cloaks were all black and made a shadow fall across your face. It made us look like short grim reapers. I tied the string under my neck and pulled the back of my cloak forward then turned to my brothers.

We grasped hands in a circle, so we didn't end up in different spots, and thought really hard about the address and ran into the shadows.

We stumbled out quickly letting go of hands and looked around. I noticed we were in an alley, Biancole nodded his head to the right, where light was coming in as well as noise.

Nicolo shouted "Lets go on a adventure!"