Chapter 7: The Magic Revelation

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The next day Joy stayed home from work so she could talk to Harry about the letter she’d gotten. It was just a little after ten when Harry came with Emma to their house.

“Hello Ms. Massey! How are you today?” Harry asked cheerfully.

“I’m fine Harry, I was wondering if I might be able to talk to you for a moment, just in the living room. We’ll only be a moment Emma.” She gestured towards the room off the hallway.

Harry gulped nervously, why did she want to talk to him privately? Out of sheer paranoia Harry’s hand traveled to his wand inside his jacket pocket.

“Harry, come over here sit down,” she patted the seat next to her then seeing his expression she added, “oh don’t worry you’re not in trouble I just was wondering if you might be able to help me understand this letter I got from an owl last night.” Joy pulled out the letter which she had, by now, read it many times.

Harry saw the parchment and immediately understood what she had wanted to talk to him about; it was Emma’s acceptance letter. He grinned.

“Do you know what this is? Is it a joke you’re pulling on Emma?” She asked curiously, noticing that he had seemingly noticed the letter.

“Well I know who it’s from, it’s from Hogwarts; you know, my school? I bet you’re wondering if it’s true or not?” Harry asked.

“It can’t possibly be true! I mean there aren’t such things, they just exist in fairytale books, don’t they?” She asked uncertainly.

Harry just nodded, “Would you like a demonstration? You should bring Emma in here also, does she know?”

She shook her head and rushed off to go get her daughter, a moment later she came in with Emma in tow. “Honey, yesterday you got a letter from someone, actually it was from Harry’s school Hogwarts. Well you got accepted into the school, if you wish to go I’ll be supportive of your decision. Now there is something that may seem a little, odd… well I can’t exactly explain it. Harry?” She looked over at him pleadingly.

“Sure,” he turned towards Emma, “Hogwarts isn’t just a boarding school… it’s a school for a certain group of people, more specifically wizards.” He looked at her expression in which he saw the same disbelieving look that he had given Hagrid six years before.

“Well how ‘bout I just show you what I mean, seeing is believing right?” He smiled jokingly, as he pulled out his wand. “Yes Emma this isn’t a toy from my parents, this is a wand. Ok then, here we go, conflagra!” He said commandingly, pointing his wand at the fireplace. Instantly a roaring fire erupted in what was, moments before, a stone cold hearth.

“WOAH!!!” Emma yelled. Joy dropped the letter in disbelief and just stared at Harry in amazement.

“Yeah that’s what I thought when I figured out, I couldn’t believe such a thing existed. Are you ok Mrs. Massey? You look a little stunned.” Harry said, grinning slightly.

“Oh, yes…yes I’m fine it’s just a lot to take in all at once. It is hard to believe that such a thing exists. How do people not know about wizards? I mean I’ve never heard anyone talk about them outside of fairytales.” She took a deep breath trying to calm herself. Emma still just stood, staring at Harry, completely gobsmacked.

“Hogwarts will teach you everything you need to know, and you’ll no longer be ‘weird’ just because you sometimes let your magic get away from you. Everyone there has done some sort of involuntary magic at some point in their life. And you’ll love everyone there, the teachers are great also, they’ll help you learn all about the magical world.” Harry smiled at the ecstatic 11 year old, he knew exactly how she felt at the moment; excited that she was a witch, but also still somewhat doubtful that this was all actually true.

“Mrs. Massey? Would it make you more comfortable to meet the headmaster of Hogwarts? I’m sure I could convince him to come over and talk to you for a while about how everything works. I remember how confused I was, I was brought up by muggles,” then seeing their confused expression, “sorry, non-magic people, so I didn’t know anything either.”

“I would like that very much Harry, it would just be nice to know a little more about where I’m sending my daughter before I pack her tings.”

“So I’m going? I can actually go?” Emma asked her mother excitedly.

“Yes dear, of course I want you to go, if this place will make you happy and allow you to fit in, then why not? And I know your father would let you also, right now he’s up in heaven smiling at you.”

Emma jumped into her mother’s arms, and hugged her tightly, both of them had tears in their eyes. Harry took this as his cue to leave. “Well I think I’ll go, I have a lot of chores to do for my Aunt and Uncle, and I need to see if Dumbledore can meet with you.”

Joy and Emma both said goodbye, and Harry let himself out the front door. He strolled down the sidewalk towards the Dursley’s house trying to work out how he was going to get Dumbledore to come to the Massey’s house. He thought that Dumbledore might not want to talk to him after what Harry had done to his office upon hearing about the prophecy. And he did tell me not to have any contact with anyone who I didn’t know, so he might be mad that I became friends with Emma.

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A/N As a bonus for reading on my blog I will now give you the first couple of sentences of the next chapter due up sometime next week.

Harry was halfway home when he felt the hair on the back of his neck stick up, something told him someone was following him. He pretended not to notice but slowly raised his hand up in the general direction of where he thought the person was.