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// the letter 
// Story: Hogwarts: year 1 
// by GRYFFINDOR123456 
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Draco and I were hanging out in his parents’ back garden. It was a warm, sunny day in July. My uncle, Lucius Malfoy was reading the Daily Prophet, checking news if my father, Lord Voldemort, would return. My aunt, Narcissa Malfoy was baking delicious treats that Draco and I could smell from the window. My mother, Bellatrix Lestrange, was also reading the Daily Prophet. My parents had split up when I was born, but my father wanted me to become a Death Eater, just like my mother and my uncle. My mother was his right-hand woman. When I was born, he engraved the dark mark on my left arm. 

No one apart from the grown-ups knew. But that’s enough about me. Draco and I were playing our favourite game, cat and mouse where we’d take turns chasing each other in circles. 

Uncle Lucius laughed. 2 owls swooped in, dropping  2 letters. Draco and I caught them. 

“It’s the Hogwarts letter!” cried Draco. “I’m in!”
“Same,” I said. 
Mum laughed. “Now you can learn real magic.”
“I don’t think Hogwarts is the right school,” said Lucius. “Better Pigfarts or Durmstrang.”
“Oh don’t send him away,” said Narcissa, coming out with a plateful of heart-shaped cookies. “Every British wizard or witch has been sent to Hogwarts.”
“There are mudbloods at Hogwarts,” argued Lucius. “It’ll taint him.”
“Well, what do you think, Bella?” asked Narcissa.
Mum smiled. “Well, Sunset’s going to Hogwarts. Tom loved it there. Anyway, Crabbe and Goyle’s kids are going. And Zabini.”
“Blaise is going?!” I cried. “Oh my gosh! I can’t wait!”

Blaise and I were born in the same hospital, on the same day, at the same time, 16th October 1989. We’ve been best friends since the day we were born, and my mum knew his mum. 

I ripped open the letter, reading it to myself. 

“Well,” said Lucius. “Tomorrow is 1st August. Let’s go tomorrow to Diagon Alley.”
“I’ll write to Lucia Zabini and ask to meet us at Diagon Alley,” said Narcissa.
Mum nodded. “You’d better stay here tomorrow,” said Narcissa. “Don’t want you to go to Azkaban.”
“Cissy,” said Mum. “As your older-”
“Mum!” I cried. 
“Sunset,” she said. “That’s enough. Why don’t you and Draco go inside and read your letters?”

“Yes, mum,” I said meekly, as Draco and I headed inside.