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"Grandmother!" Tulip gently perched the owl on her desk, took the paper, and ran upstairs. She reach the room of her grandparents and knock quietly. The door opened, her grandmother standing there in her nightgown. Just setting her glasses on her nose, she looked right at the paper tulip held up.
The paper lifted from her hand, just like the tulip had did when she showed her mother. To her surprise her grandmother wasn't scared she just stood there grinning at her.
"I knew it!" She said, "Your a witch!"
"A wha?" Tulip asked, looking confused.
"You are a witch, just like me!" She waddled into the room and came back with a twig. She twirled it and a book zoomed through the air. It neatly landed in her hands. It was an old memory book.
"It still runs in our blood," she says.
"Magic?" Tulip asks.
"Yup."
She opened the book and there she was, standing next to a young boy in front a large castle. It was the year 1982. The year she moved to London, her age was about 11 years old.
"That's me with your grandfather," she says, pointing to that picture," it was our first year at Hogwarts."
'Hogwarts, that seems familiar' Tulip thought.
"Mother had mentioned it before," Tulip said," Hogwarts."
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Ravenclaw
FanfictionWhen a small girl born of muggles finds out how to use magic. Her parents soon find out and hide her from reality. She grows up not knowing that anyone outside of the house doesn't know about her. A card come in the mail and is addressed to her. Whi...
