When I came home my mom was inside.
"Come here Jonathan I need to talk to you"
She gesture at the sofa infront of her so I sit down and so my brothers, I was nervous as to why she called us, I was in the center with my two brothers, Fredrick he was sitting in the left, and George he was sitting in the right, our distance was few meters away from each other.
Then mom stand up, then she glance at at then resumes to walk towards her room then when she vanished from our sight, I look at my brothers, Jake knows what's mom doing then, I look at James, to my dismay it hit me I was the only one who clearly don't know what's happening here, I sigh at this situation I'm being offended here, then my brothers look at me.
"You guys, can you just tell me whats going on?" I said, then I crossed my arms infront of my chest and sigh in myself, I was getting really pissed at this I'm not rude okey it's just I'm impatient waiting for the answer.
It's just seven minutes, when mom walk out of her room and closed the room behind her then she walk towards us then seated infront of us with a letter that clearly unfamiliar to me it was different, then when I look at them, they smile at me, when my gazed back to the paper infront of the table.
" Mom what's this? and where did this come from?" I said, in a confused look at my face.
"Well that's a, Hogwarts letter, and you gonna spend your school there and not in muggle school anymore." She said I look at them in disbelief that Hogwarts is real and she was a witch but what bothered me was that,
A girl she was
Half wolf
And a pure blood Witch
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I woke up on the hard ground, snow falling all around me, everything seemed perfect, for just those few minutes between dreams and reality, right and wrong, light and dark. I let a smile spread across my face as the flakes fell around us under the cloudy morning light, making everything look like a snow globe. Then I remembered, my brother was gone, with one of my best friends and my brother in law. The whole Weasley family was sleeping in my house because they couldn't go home, and I was cold. I opened my eyes to see George sleeping soundly with his forehead rested against mine, this was one of the few things that plastered that smile right back on my face, one look into his eyes and I can forget all the tears mine have cried. One kiss to his lips took away the memories of the screams mine have held. One embrace could melt away the sadness of the thought that I'll never hug my father again. Because he knew, he knew how broken I was, yet he chose to love my broken pieces anyways, to help me pick them up, to help me keep what was not yet broken protected. And I'd do the same for him any day, and I have, and I'd fight tooth and bone for our love, where as it was scratched and dented, isn't and will never be broken. ~Layers, Some Day
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