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The letter arrived with a magnificent golden owl, twice the size of Hedgwig and filled with dignity and mystery. It hooted serenely when Harry took the package from it and then flew off without waiting a moment for thanks. He examined the package, as he sat on the bed in his aunt and uncle's house, the light of the full moon providing every thing he needed to see. It seemed rather dull and ordinary, wrapped in plain brown paper (that might have once been a paper bag) with his name and address on it. Wondering if it was an early birthday present, Harry opened it.
Out fell a letter and a small crystal vial filled with some sort of strange swirling green-silver liquid. He opened the letter first.
Dear Mr. Harris James Rufus Alexander Potter-Black,
It is our most sincerest duty to inform you it is time for you to come into your inheritance. As you are unlearned in most things of the wizarding world, let us explain to you what we mean. Every wizard on the full moon of their fifteenth birthday month gains powers and abilities that laid dormant in their blood until this time. Sometimes the changes are physical other times they are internal.
You may have noticed that the name that we have used to address you is not the name you associate with yourself. This is because your parents didn't wish for you to know who you really were until the time of your awakening in case of their death at the hands of You-Know-Who. You are the Heir to the Black and Potter lines and a descendant of several important and highly magical lines, including Merlin and Gryffindor. The true nature of your family can be seen on the second page which is, of course, your family tree.
And indeed there was such a paper, covered in such small print that Harry could barely read it. He set it aside and returned to the letter which continued in its serious tone.
To gain your true inheritance you must drink form the enclosed bottle at exactly midnight. Though painful, the transformation will turn you into your true self. The person who is needed to defeat He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named.
The letter was unsigned.
Harry picked up the bottle and looked it over. The liquid still swirled those same colors. He then tossed it into the trash. Hermione would have long since mentioned any sort of inheritance in her letters.
Besides the bottom of the bottle had a triple "w" mark on it. Obviously a Weasley Wizarding Wheeze.
The letter arrived with a magnificent golden owl, twice the size of Hedgwig and filled with dignity and mystery. It hooted serenely when Harry took the package from it and then flew off without waiting a moment for thanks. He examined the package, as he sat on the bed in his aunt and uncle's house, the light of the full moon providing every thing he needed to see. It seemed rather dull and ordinary, wrapped in plain brown paper (that might have once been a paper bag) with his name and address on it. Wondering if it was an early birthday present, Harry opened it.
Out fell a letter and a small crystal vial filled with some sort of strange swirling green-silver liquid. He opened the letter first.
Dear Mr. Harris James Rufus Alexander Potter-Black,
It is our most sincerest duty to inform you it is time for you to come into your inheritance. As you are unlearned in most things of the wizarding world, let us explain to you what we mean. Every wizard on the full moon of their fifteenth birthday month gains powers and abilities that laid dormant in their blood until this time. Sometimes the changes are physical other times they are internal.
You may have noticed that the name that we have used to address you is not the name you associate with yourself. This is because your parents didn't wish for you to know who you really were until the time of your awakening in case of their death at the hands of You-Know-Who. You are the Heir to the Black and Potter lines and a descendant of several important and highly magical lines, including Merlin and Gryffindor. The true nature of your family can be seen on the second page which is, of course, your family tree.
And indeed there was such a paper, covered in such small print that Harry could barely read it. He set it aside and returned to the letter which continued in its serious tone.
To gain your true inheritance you must drink form the enclosed bottle at exactly midnight. Though painful, the transformation will turn you into your true self. The person who is needed to defeat He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named.
The letter was unsigned.
Harry picked up the bottle and looked it over. The liquid still swirled those same colors. He then tossed it into the trash. Hermione would have long since mentioned any sort of inheritance in her letters.
Besides the bottom of the bottle had a triple "w" mark on it. Obviously a Weasley Wizarding Wheeze.
