1. Happy birthday y/n!

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Today was my birthday! Finally 11 years old. My parents were always loving, but this time they were more loving than ever before. But I didn't know why. My mom was a muggle and my father was an ordinairy wizard. But did that mean I was a witch aswell? I heard from my father stories about hogwarts. But I just couldn't think I would ever go there since I was just a kid. Right? Well when I came down stairs I always empty our letterbox as normal. But this time there was a letter I never saw before. It was light brow with a red wax seal stamp. I read the sentence on the front of the envolope:

"To ms. Y/F/L Green.
The messy room on the first floor.
Russell square
London"

When I looked at the stamp I saw the letter "H" with 4 animals around it. A lion, a snake, an eagle and a badger. Underneath the "H" was a text what said "draco dormiens nunquam titillandus." I was excited and ran into the living room. My parents had some presents of me and I gave them their letters.

"Happy birthday to our little y/n! 11 years old! Our little girl is getting bigger."

They were proud. My father even started to smile even more when he saw the letter I held in my hands.

"Dit you got a letter y/n?"

"Yeah! I don't know for what it is."

"Well open it!"

With excitement I opened the letter:

"Dear student, we are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry... DAD! MOM! Am i really going to hogwarts?!"

"Yes sweetheart! I am so happy for you. We are going to diagon alley tommorrow."

Both of my parents looked so happy and proud that I was a witch. We then ate cake and I opened my presents. I got a sweater for the winter and some socks. We ate cake and laughed a lot while watching tv and did some boardgames. For dinner we ate pancakes. After dinner my parents brought me to bed. But I couldn't sleep because I was so excited to go to diagon alley to buy stuff for hogwarts. After a long time of thinking I fell asleep.

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