Forthcoming

1.2 Letter

Part Two.
Book 1.
Chapter Two.

Hadrian awoke to the displeasing sound of constant tapping on his window. He wanted to ignore it, wishing sleep would sweep over him again. He turned around, using his pillow to cover his ears. But the tapping only seemed to get louder... more eager. He opened his eyes, the instant stinging of the sun blinded him. He got up groggily, carelessly opening the window to let in the tawny owl in. It chirped swiftly, and then dropped the letter it had in it's beak.

The owl began to walk curiously around his bed, and he scowled to himself. "Shoo! Shoo! You daft bird!"

The bird chirped angrily, and flew out the open window.

Hadrian grabbed the letter, and impatiently opened it, his frown faded, and got quickly replaced with a smile that only seemed to get wider and wider as he read:

HOGWARTS SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY
Mister Hadrian Riddle,
3rd floor, 5th room on the left, Riddle Manor
Riddle Manor
Wiltshire, England.
Dear Mister Riddle,

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 September 1st. We await your owl by no later than July 31st

Yours Sincerely,
MINERVRA MCGONAGALL
Deputy Headmistress.

Hadrian practically ran down the stairs as fast as his 10-year-old legs would carry him. His bright grin not leaving his face. The boy knocked anxiously on the  long black door, almost shaking in anticipation.

"Come in," a cold voice came, which Hadrian was completely familiar with.

Many people in black cloaks first met his eye, he recognized many of them, especially his godfather, Severus Snape, who nodded his heard towards Hadrian.

"Good morning Father, good morning Mother!"

"Good morning, Hadrian."

Upon seeing the contents of the letter, his father had scoffed.

"With Dumbledore as headmaster, that school is going to the dogs," he said. After a look from Hadrian's mother, he added, "but it still is the best wizardry school in the world. Make the right connections, son, and you'll go far, despite the, ah, less than upstanding heads of faculty."

He'd shot a pointed look at the names 'Albus Dumbledore' and 'Minerva McGonagall.' He straightened his tie a little bit and said, "Severus - Professor Snape, to you - is the head of Slytherin House. You will have a fine time there with him to look out for you." Tom made eye contact to Snape, who had nodded.

"I don't need anyone looking out for me, father," Hadrian said, but his father was too serious, too strict, but that didn't even stop his excitement.

He had scanned over the supply list.

"What? I'm not allowed to bring a broom?"

He had been planning on buying a fabulous racing broom for his birthday. "That's absolutely ludicrous, father," he complained. "Why can't I bring it?"

Tom shook his head slightly. "Not sure about that one. It wasn't a rule when I was but a lad. A mudblood must of tried to ride a broom."

Hadrian's mother grabbed his hand affectionally, "Do go wake your sisters, and get ready for breakfast. Your father and I will be finished soon."