"Sweetheart," My mom says to me, not taking her eyes off the salad she's tossing around. "Have you even tried making any new friends?" I sigh and look over at her.
"There's nowhere for me to meet kids my age anyways, Mom. We've been here for a year and my only friend is Goose. He can't even talk,"
She laughs in reply. "I know it's hard. Maybe you'll make some friends when you go to school," She smiles. I look over and just smile in return. I lived in America my entire life and she expects me to make a bunch of new friends within a year of being here. Makes total sense.
"Doesn't school start in like two weeks? I'll make friends there and you'll be able to stop worrying about me," I say cheerily. She doesn't reply. Odd.
Goose goes running over to the front door and sits down, almost statue-like. That means dad is home. Matt has started going to work with my dad, which is a good thing because I don't think I could handle any of his pranks or jokes anymore. They unlock the door and set their bags down.
"Hey Honey," My dad says, kissing my mom on the cheek. He smiles at me and gives me a fist bump. He looks over at my mom and loosens his tie. I can tell he's nervous but I'm not entirely sure why.
"Matty, can you go clean your room please?" My mom says kindly. Oblivious to the awkward energy in the room, he complies, not even looking up from his phone. Goose was aware of the tension so he followed my brother into his room. That dog is so human-like it's a little unnerving at times.
"Y/N, we need to talk," My dad states. My heart drops. I look over at my mom and I can't seem to read her expression. "There was an owl outside and he left this for you," He hands me a beige envelope with a beautiful, red wax stamp that was addressed to me.
"What is this?" I question. What did the owl have to do with any of this? How did an owl even deliver a letter to me? "What is Hogwarts?" My parents glance at each other.
"Sweetheart, we're not entirely sure how to explain this to you in a way that you're going to understand," My mom says gently, placing her hand over mine.
"What are you guys talking about?" I look at my dad and he has the same expression as my mom.
"I am a witch," She smiles. I laugh. I start laughing so hard that my stomach starts hurting. All of these theatrics, for that?
"No, Y/N," My dad says. "She is serious,"
"You are what we call a half-blood. Your father is a muggle, which means he's not magic. I am a witch. Therefore, you are a half-blood,"
"Is this some kind of joke," I smile. "You guys are just joking around with me, right?" I look at both of my parents. I can tell they're being serious.
"Hogwarts is a school for children from families of magic. This is your acceptance letter. Why do you think we avoided any questions you had about school?"
"I know this is hard to understand," My dad says gently, not breaking eye contact with me. "I didn't want to believe her when she told me either. But this is in you, y/n. This is you. You're a witch too,"
"I'm sorry I have to go lay down, I don't feel so good," I say, putting my hand up to my forehead. I'm feeling very lightheaded all of a sudden. This has to be a dream. My parents look at each other then back at me.
"Good night sweetheart," They say in unison.
I speed walk into my room and shut the door. What the hell is happening. I go into my bathroom, wash my face and look in the mirror. There is absolutely no way my mom is a witch. Much less me. Magic isn't even real.
As I'm about to lay down, I hear scratching at my door. I open it, and let Goose inside. He climbs into bed with me and I pet him to see if it helps me calm down. I skipped dinner tonight, I can't look at my parents. This must be a dream.
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Goose wakes me up at 10:06 am by licking my face. I groan loudly and cover my face with my pillow.
"Five more minutes, Goose, please" I say groggily. He barks in return. I slowly get up and go downstairs into the kitchen, where my mom is preparing breakfast for me and herself.
"How'd you sleep?" She asks, noticing me sitting on the counter.
I yawn. "I had, the strangest dream last night. Dad came home saying I got a letter delivered to me by an owl! You said you were some sort of witch and I was something called a half-blood and that I was accepted to some school. It was crazy," I hop off the counter to go grab orange juice from the fridge. That's when I see it: the letter. I grab it and look at my mom. "It wasn't a dream, was it?"
"No, it wasn't. We can talk about it over breakfast if you'd like," She says kindly. I can tell she's trying. And if this is true, I do want to understand more about my mom's family. She's never talked about anyone from her side. She puts the pancakes on the table and I grab the juice and the maple syrup.
Breakfast is silent and awkward at first. My mom wants to speak, but she doesn't know where to start. I break the silence.
"So, you're a witch?" I ask, taking a bite of my food. She smiles.
"Magic has been in my family for generations. We were a pure-blood family, until I married your father. That's why you've never met any of my family members. They disappeared and cut all contact with me once they found out I married a muggle," She sighs.
"Pure-blood?" I ask. "Muggle?" She laughs.
"You don't remember any specifics from yesterday, do you?" I shake my head. "Pure-blood is when your parents are both magic: wizard and witch. Half-blood is when one of your parents is magic, and the other is a muggle, which is what you and your brother are. A muggle is a non-magic person," Wow, this is a whole lot of information to take in.
"Wait, so if I'm magic, why isn't Mattie magic too?"
"He takes after your father's side of the blood line I guess," She looks me in the eyes and takes my hands in hers. "Y/n, you don't have to go to the school if you don't want to. I just really feel like you'd enjoy feeling in touch with your magic side,"
"It sounds fun, but mom, this is a lot of information to absorb all at once," I smile nervously.
"I know, sweetheart. That's why I'm not pressuring you to go anywhere or do anything you don't want to do,"
"Is it just regular school for kids that are magic?"
"No. There's a variety of classes that you can take all having to do with magic. It all depends on what year you're in. You'd be a fifth year since you're 15," She can tell I'm very shocked. "Can we go somewhere? I haven't gone a while and I feel like you'd like it there,"
"Sure," I smile. Where the hell is this woman gonna take me? I run upstairs and change out of my pajamas. I grab my phone and head back downstairs.
"You ready?" She asks. I nod and smile. We lock the door, get in the car, and start driving.
"Where are you even taking me?" I ask. She shrugs her shoulders and smiles.
"You'll just have to wait and see,"
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young love // ron weasley x reader
Fanfiction"Ron Weasley, I hate you. I never want to see your face again," I yell. For a split second, I can see the sadness in his eyes but it disappears as quickly as it appears. "The feeling is mutual, y/n. Stay away from me," he says to me with gritted te...
