Daria Ravenclaw: The Highland Years. The Hogwarts Letter

DISCLAIMER: Daria is the creation of Glen Eichler and is the property of MTV Viacom. Harry Potter is the property of JK Rowling and is the property of JK Rowling, Warner Brothers, and Wizarding World. I own neither franchise, and neither expect nor deserve any sort of financial reward for this work of fiction.

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EPILOGUE:

The school bell rang, marking the end of another day at James Ferguson Elementary School. Thank God there weren't going to be that many more of them, she thought. One way or another, I'll be out of here.

Her Dad was there to pick her up at the school entrance. Quinn wouldn't be riding with them; she was going to visit a friend and the friend's Mom was going to pick them up. Daria got in the front seat, buckled up, and set back to enjoy the short drive to Daycare where they'd pick up Ronnie.

"Do you think Hogwarts is ever going to write me?" said Daria.

"Kiddo, I suspect that Hogwarts school's a bust," said Jake. "If they were going to send you a letter, they would have written it by now." Jerks, he thought. They don't know what they're missing.

He secretly hoped that they didn't. He knew that Daria would have to go off to boarding school, but Jake hoped that she'd stay with Ilvermorny. He and Helen had long ago decided that they'd spent enough time in the Oil Patch and both wanted to move back East. Helen was already putting out feelers. If Daria was at Ilvermorny and they were living in the mid-Atlantic, they could see her more often.

He pulled into the daycare center's driveway. Ronnie was out in front with Miss Miller, one of the care-givers. That was unusual; the June Bug was usually out there by herself. Miss Miller did not look happy.

He stepped out of the car. "Hey, June Bug!" he called.

"Hey, Dad!" said Ronnie. "Hey, Daria!"

"Hello, Miss Miller!" said Jake. "How's it hanging?"

"I'm fine," said Miss Miller. "But your daughter was playing Kid Commando again."

That made Daria sit up and take notice. Something had clicked in her youngest sister's brain this last year and she'd started exploring and taking more risks. Despite Helen's and Jake's injunctions to stay in the back yard, Ronnie had not only started prowling the cul-de-sac where they lived but had expanded her range of exploration to their side of River Run Road. So far she hadn't crossed the street, but Daria suspected that that was only a matter of time.

"I'll talk to her," said Jake.

Daria put aside the book she was reading and opened the rear door for her sister. Ronnie got in and Daria closed the door behind her.

"Click it or ticket!" said Jake after Daria got back in the car.

"And if we get ticketed it comes out of your allowance," Daria added.

Ronnie blew her a raspberry as a response.

"June Bug," said Jake. "You've got to learn to be more careful."

"OK," said Ronnie.

It was a short drive back to the cul-de-sac where they lived. Jake turned left off River Run Road, turned into the driveway, then parked. They all walked up to the front door, Jake unlocked it, and they all went inside. Ronnie zoomed past the front entrance for her room.

There was an untidy pile of letters, bills, catalogs and junk mail lying on the floor behind the mail slot. "Hey, the mail's here!" exclaimed Jake. He moved to pick it up, but his cell phone started ringing.

"Sorry," he said. "Kiddo, could you get it for me?" He clicked the button so he could take his call. Daria bent over to pick up the mail.

Daria quickly went through the mail. She quickly sorted out the catalogs: most were for her parents, but Quinn had gotten a couple. There was also some junk mail from charities asking for money. There were a couple of post-cards, including one Stacy Rowe had sent to Quinn. There was also one that stood out: it was taller than the others and it felt strange. It also had a wax seal on the back: a purple one with a coat of arms bearing a lion, an eagle, a badger, and a snake surrounding a large letter H. That letter hadn't been in the hands of the US Postal Service, not with the wax seal on the back, she thought.

She turned it over. It bore no stamp and it was addressed to her in emerald green ink:

Miss Daria Morgendorffer
The Small Children's Bedroom
16 River Run Cove
Highland, Texas
USA

It looked like the letter she was expecting. It looked like a Hogwarts letter. She decided to risk opening it herself.

It was. She started reading.

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore

(Order of Merlin, First Class , Grand Sorc, Chief Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed of Wizards)

Dear Miss Morgendorffer,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.

Terms begin on September 1. We expect your response no later than July 31.

Very Sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall,
Deputy Headmistress.

Jake had finished his phone call.

Daria caught his eye after he put his cell phone down.

"What is it, Smidget?" he said.

"Dad, it came," she said, holding up the letter.