2 The letter

13 Grape Mint Street. Also known as the house with the most beautiful garden in the entire village of Lacock, in the south of England. A two-story house painted sky blue where in one of its rooms, one of its residents is waking up right now to welcome a very special day that will change his life from that moment on.

"Should I arrive today?" he wondered as he got up from the bed and put his feet in the slippers. But when he was about to put his right foot in, he felt something blocking his path and looked down.

A small, black-eyed creature that had dark, fluffy, silky fur with a characteristic platypus snout looked up from him and began to groan at being woken up so abruptly.

—Rada! I have told you many times not to sleep in my slippers. Don't we prepare you a nice and comfortable nest in the garden?

But the Niffler began to move its claws and arms expressively as she gave it an answer.

"Okay, okay." How about you come down to see what's for breakfast?

Rada interrupted her speech at the mention of food, standing still for a moment before nodding and leaving the room under the door, as if her extreme narrowness was no problem for her.

The boy laughed at the predictable behavior of his friend's niffler. Maybe it was because of all the time they had been together, but he was the only one in the whole house who was able to understand what Rada was saying.

He went to the bathroom to clear his head and wash his face with cold water, after which she stared at her reflection for a moment.

"I think I'll go with brown hair today," she murmured.

With a thought, her black hair changed its color to auburn and even shortened its length by a couple of fingers. Ever since her family explained to her that she had a talent similar to something called a "metamorphmagus", but different, she liked to make minor changes to her hair.

She Saved Herself A Fortune With Avoided Visits To The Hair Salon!

She examined her new appearance as she changed her clothes. Short neat brown hair, light brown eyes with almost imperceptible lines of light deep within, a body of golden proportions resulting from her balanced diet and accompanying her family on her morning exercises. If she had to point out a single flaw, it was that she was a bit shorter compared to the other kids her age. And though he could change that with his talent, he didn't. If she started making too many changes, maybe the day would come when she didn't remember what her original appearance was.

Changing into comfortable clothes, he headed downstairs through the book-lined halls and was greeted with a breakfast of fruit, cereal, orange juice, and a squirrel-shaped piece of dark chocolate. Rada, who was eating her exclusive berries in a beautiful golden bowl, waved her hand in greeting.

"Good morning mom," he greeted before sitting down and beginning to eat calmly.

The woman who looked to be in her thirties, with sculpted, stocky, and strong arms, short hair dyed dark green, and dark eyes, turned around and gave him a motherly smile.

-Good morning son. Do you have brown hair today? I've always liked this option," she replied as she approached him and gave him a kiss on the forehead, before continuing to prepare the rest of the breakfast for the family.

Her name was Ingta and her biggest hobbies were exercising with music, cooking and gardening. Everyone in the house ate the special diet that she prepared, the reason for her excellent health and good physical condition.

From time to time they also ate the odd sweet, like a cake, but it is usually reserved for a special occasion, which, in her opinion, makes it taste better.

"Did anyone order fresh strawberries?" Another woman came into the kitchen with a basket of strawberries from the garden and set them down beside Ingta.

-Good morning mom.

"Good morning son." Ann returned the greeting to her son before looking at Ingta and sharing a quick kiss on her lips. "Good morning sweetheart."

The boy at the breakfast table couldn't help but roll his eyes at the display of love that his two mothers repeat every morning in front of him.

"How is the birthday boy feeling this morning?" she asked after sitting down next to her. Ann was half a head taller than Ingta, she had long braided dark blue hair along with a softer, fuller build. She practiced as a lawyer and thanks to her, money was never a problem— It's not every day you turn eleven.

"A little nervous," the boy admitted after finishing drinking the orange juice. "Hasn't it arrived yet?" He asked as he looked out the window.

Ann's smile dimmed a bit at the question, but she quickly flashed back.

"Don't worry, it's still early. Even owls have to eat before taking flight," he soothed as he exchanged glances with his partner, glances of discreet concern.

Ingta and Ann were what were known as Squibs, they were born into a wizarding family but couldn't use magic which earned them a pretty hard life. They had access to everything wonderful in the wizarding world, but they couldn't use much of it and were long since disowned by their families for their condition. They suffered three attempts to "clean" the family even.

Just when they were at the lowest point of their lives, his son arrived unexpectedly in the middle of an explosion of green flames in the fireplace of their home.

And though they loved their son as their own, they still doubted in their hearts whether the Hogwarts acceptance pen would deign to write the name of a child whose guardians were squibs.

But if Muggle-born wizards get the letter, there shouldn't be a problem, right?

They weren't worried that the boy was one of them, he had proven long ago that magic was something within his grasp. In fact, the garden on his property was born as a result of a magical accident when his son was younger.

One day, Ann Ella returned home devastated to lose a case she had put a lot of effort into due to a legal loophole. She sat alone in the back of her because she didn't want anyone to see her crying out of sheer frustration, but her son found her and saw her. To cheer him up, he grew beautiful flowers all over the garden, their colors so vivid and scents so delicate that Ann couldn't help but hug him as she cried, but this time, they were tears of happiness.

She was moved by the love of her son and when Ingta found out what had happened, they decided to take care of the garden as one of her greatest treasures...

-Is here! Ingta yelled in a high-pitched voice and pointed excitedly to the window.

There, a golden-eyed brown owl watched them in silence, with a letter in its talons sealed with wax and a very recognizable mark.

Ann was even faster and she flung open the window, forgetting that she was only opening to the outside and knocking the owl to the ground with a thud. She stared frozen at the unconscious owl on the grass.

Rada jumped out of the window and took the letter, before jumping back and handing it to the boy.

"Thank you, Rada." The boy caressed the Niffler and carefully read the letter while his mother rushed behind him and read too.

HOGWARTS SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT AND WITCHCRAFT

Director: Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore.

Dear Sir, Soisen Galegold Evans Valriss Aulus

We are pleased to inform you that you have a place at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please note the list of necessary equipment and books. Classes begin on September 1. We hope to see your owl before July 31.

Very cordially,

Minerva McGonagall - Vice Principal

PS: A list with all the necessary school supplies is attached.

They all yelled, scaring Rada in the process and causing her to almost fall off the table, which she clung to tightly and managed to get back on.

"Do you know what Ann means?" Ingta asked.

"We're going shopping in Diagon Alley!" x2