November 17, 1997
Dear Professor McGonagall:
Would it be possible for us to meet, along with someone I would like to introduce to you?
Thanks,
Sam
Dear Aunt Molly and Uncle Arthur:
Hullo! How are things at the Burrow?
This letter is enchanted so that if you won't keep the secret then you won't be able to read it. This is a huge secret; and it could potentially ruin people's privacy and a job.
I have a father in the biological sense. What happened was my mother and him were dating. I was conceived, and before my mom knew, they broke up. My mom found out, but married my dad as planned, and he knew, and they planned to raise me as if I were his. However, as we all know, that didn't happen. What did happen, was my father never knew; but Nana told me of it like a fairy tale, with a fair and kind witch who loved a handsome and gallant wizard, who had a child who would grow up to be a great witch. I shall have to tell you the story at Christmas. My father finally found it out when I was six. He had my grandmother care for me because of his job, he's in Quidditch.He wouldn't be able to properly care for me. So over the years, I've been to his games and we've wrote. Our cover story was always that he was a good friend to my family and after belatedly hearing of their demise, he decided to befriend me. It would have worked brilliant except for one thing: We look a lot alike.
-Sam
Would it be possible for us to meet, along with someone I would like to introduce to you?
Thanks,
Sam
Dear Aunt Molly and Uncle Arthur:
Hullo! How are things at the Burrow?
This letter is enchanted so that if you won't keep the secret then you won't be able to read it. This is a huge secret; and it could potentially ruin people's privacy and a job.
I have a father in the biological sense. What happened was my mother and him were dating. I was conceived, and before my mom knew, they broke up. My mom found out, but married my dad as planned, and he knew, and they planned to raise me as if I were his. However, as we all know, that didn't happen. What did happen, was my father never knew; but Nana told me of it like a fairy tale, with a fair and kind witch who loved a handsome and gallant wizard, who had a child who would grow up to be a great witch. I shall have to tell you the story at Christmas. My father finally found it out when I was six. He had my grandmother care for me because of his job, he's in Quidditch.He wouldn't be able to properly care for me. So over the years, I've been to his games and we've wrote. Our cover story was always that he was a good friend to my family and after belatedly hearing of their demise, he decided to befriend me. It would have worked brilliant except for one thing: We look a lot alike.
-Sam