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I read the letter multiple times to make sure it was real. I was crying with happiness, I wasn't a curse.

You aren't a curse. You aren't a curse. You aren't a curse. I kept thinking to myself. This was such a big thing. I had grown up, believing I was cursed. And to find out I wasn't ... it was amazing. After a while, we all calmed down, and I asked a question that had been playing on my mind for a bit.

"Mum, Dad, what's the Ministry? Is that your job? Dumbledore said you had an assignment from the Ministry ... is that your job that you won't tell me about?" My parents both nodded.

"Yeah. But it is classified, honey, I'm sorry. We can't tell you. But just know that we are so proud of you." my father said. I nodded. I was too happy to care that they were keeping something from me. Just then someone knocked at the door. 

"That'll be them," my mother said "We may be gone for about a week, so make sure you stay home. Only leave to get groceries. Help dear old Arabella Figg down the road if she needs it. Hagrid will be here tonight and he'll take you to Diagon Alley. We love you."

"But mum, dad ... it's my birthday soon. August 8th." I said quietly.

"We know your birthday, honey. We'll be back by then. I promise," my father said. I nodded and gave them both hugs. This wasn't the first time something like this had happened. They disappeared on things like this at least once a month. They had always claimed it was work stuff, but I had never bothered to ask what their job was. I was always too occupied by my 'curse'. The curse that didn't exist. My mother gave me a tight hug and my father kissed my cheek.

"Don't come out. We can't them see you," my mother said softly. I nodded, and they went to the front door. Little did they know, I followed them. I sat behind the staircase and peeked through the rails. Luckily they didn't seem to see me. The door opened.

"Ah, Shacklebolt, Dawlish. Great to see you," my father said with a faint smile.

"Mr and Mrs Bayards, hello. Sorry to come at such short notice, but there is a mission that has come up for you both." one of them said. My mother nodded.

"We thought so. Thank you, Kingsley. I assume you would like us to come with you now?" she asked. The two men nodded.

"Okay. Let us just grab our cloaks and wands, and we'll be right with you." my father said. Both of them left the room. When my parents came back, they were both wearing cloaks that they only wore when they were going on one of their 'work things', and they were both holding ... wands. That had to be what it was. They could only be wands. They were sticks with special little designs on them. Both of my parents stepped out the door, and my mother waved her wand. As soon as she waved it, the door shut and locked itself.

"Magic," I breathed. Some day I would be able to do that, I thought to myself. Some day I was going to find out what the Ministry was. And someday, I was going to find out how important my parents' Ministry jobs were.