New thought, this letter could be life changing for Harry, but maybe not in a good way...
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A young boy of eleven, apparently, sat alone in the swings, green eyes looking up into the stars, his mind focused on the paper in his hand.
"You okay?"
He looked back to his twin cousin, no, he was actually a bit older now that they knew the truth. Kinda of cool, but totally not worth it.
"What do you think?"
The girl sighed, taking the swing next to him, "Look, I'm sure grandpa and your dad didn't-"
"I'm not mad about that," The boy cut her off, "It's just," he struggled with his thoughts as his green eyes looked into hers, "It's like...my life has been a lie or something, like the me I've always been isn't-"
The red head took his hand, a tear in her eye, "Don't talk like that, never talk like that," she pulled herself out of the swing, standing with her hands on her hips, "Let me tell you something, you're short sighted, impatient, easily distracted, immature-"
"I don't think you get this whole motivation thing, Gwen," the boy sighed, his head dropping, only to feel Gwen lift it by the chin.
"-But you're also brave, usually selfless, and a good kid. I've seen you amazing things and stupid things, because that's who you are. You're my dweeby cousin, that's all that matters, it doesn't matter what your name is or where you came from or who your birth parents are, you're our family now." Gwen smiled down at him, holding out a hand.
Her cousin smiled back, taking her hand, the paper crumpled in the other...
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Dear Professor,
Look, you kinda dropped a bomb on me with that letter. I'll start of with this, I'm not Harry Potter. Maybe I was at some point, but as far as I know, I've always been Ben, and your letter...
Look, I'll just say I'm not coming to school. No offense, but I don't like normal school, having to live at one would suck. If I do want to learn magic and stuff, I can always just learn from my cousin, Gwen. She's kinda geeky, but she's alright.
Besides, I've got important stuff to do around here.
Sorry,
Ben Tennyson