My Last Laugh (A Hogwarts Story)

Chapter Three: Letters From No One

"How do you suppose we deliver this letter?" Liam asked on the walk home from school.

"I think we should try giving it to an owl. I mean, it works for whoever is sending the letters." I answered. "What should we say?"

"I dont know. 'Who are you?' And 'Why are you sending me excessive amounts of letters?' I suppose."

I got to work as soon as I got home. After an hour, i had written a reasonable letter.

Dear Mrs. McGonagall,

I have some questions regarding the many letter i have recived from you the past week.

To my knowlage, you have to apply for something to be accepted, but i never applied.

I have never heard of this school, so i searched the internet. Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry simply does not exist. How can you be accepted into a school that does not exist?

Why do you keep sending me the same letter? I have received hundreds and none differentiate, even in the slightest.

And if wizards and witches are real, how come no one knows about it?

My last question is this, why do you send letters by owl when their are much more reliable ways of communication.

Your sincerely,
Elizabeth Summers.

I put the letter in an envelope and went outside in search of an owl. There had been many around the neighbourhood since the letters started arriving.

I found a couple of barn owls, perched upon the fence surrounding the local park.

"Now, i need you to take this to whoever is sending me these letters. She is called Minerva McGonagall." I said handing a letter to the owl on the left. The owl took it without hesitation, as if it was routine.

"Look at me," i said to no one but myself. "Im talking to an owl. At least no ones around. I'd be sent to a mental hospital."

The owl flew off and i walked back home. I slipped through the window to my bedroom so mum wouldn't notice i was gone.

I sat on my bed, half hoping id get a reply, half hoping i wouldn't. I didn't know what to think.

***

It was late on Wednesday night and i was sitting on my bed when a large, black owl landed on my windowsill.

It started tapping on the window, wanting to get in.

I opened the window to the frigid night and the owl flew in.

It landed on my bed and stuck out its leg. Tied to it was a scroll of parchment.

I hesently walked over to the owl and untied the scroll. It was odd that they, whoever they were, still used parchment.

Once the owl was free from the scroll, it flew out the still open window.

I rushed over to close the window, as all the heat was escaping the room. I sat down on my bed and read the letter that was written in emerald green ink.

Dear miss Summers,

This letter is regarding the questions you had.

Your name has been down for Hogwarts ever since you were born. Every witch and wizard in the country is enrolled at birth. Every child on this list is sent a letter on their 11th birthday to inform them of the enrolment.

If you indeed had no magical abilities, you would have not received the letter of acceptance in the first place.

Hogwarts is only known to witches and wizards. To muggles, it appears as an old forgotten castle. There would be no way for Hogwarts to be on the internet.

I can assure you, Hogwarts does exist, and it is one of the finest schools of magic in the world.

Along with Hogwarts, witches and wizards are also real. We have laws against the use of magic in front of muggles, thus, keeping our existence a secret.

I do hope you accept this unique opportunity and attend Hogwarts. Please owl me with your disistion as soon as possible.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall
Headmistress