dysphoria:yyou’re 111 years old, you surprisingly get a letter in the mail, it astounds you since no
dysphoria:yyou’re 111 years old, you surprisingly get a letter in the mail, it astounds you since no one uses the post anymore, you open it in anticipation after seeing the Hogwarts logo, your hands trembling and shaking repetitively from feebleness, you see the sentence, the sentence you’ve waited all your life to see, you’ve been accepted into Hogwarts, the letter had apologies for being late a 100 years since the post was destroyed when you were eleven, it tells you to pack and head to Hogwarts, you forget telling your children and grandchildren from the amount of impatience you have, you reach the leaky cauldron, you’ve read the books too much and you know exactly where to go, no one even wonders why an elderly woman is trying out robes for Hogwarts, they just nod and smile and lead your way to the train while you beam with happiness and show your set of fake teeth to all the little children and their parents, you have no one to wave you off since your parents are long gone. you order everything you hoped to order from the trolley, you sit looking out the window, hoping to see the exterior of the palace for once, and once you see it, your heart beats thud, and you run towards the school you’ve lived your whole life imagining, you go through the huge doors, and here they are, Ron and Hermione smiling at you, you feel odd, and you look down at your elderly hands, but they’re not elderly anymore, they’re your hands from the past, you’re eleven once more, but instead of having to drag yourself to the school you had your worst memories at, you’re finally one with your dreams, you’re at hogwarts, you’re a student there, and that was all that mattered. “Come on! do you want to get yelled at by professor Mcgonagall?” says Hermione, placing a hand over your shoulder. and the minute you enter the great hall you hear a familiar voice from above “Rest in peace mommy” -- source link