I'm finally here at Hogwarts, and I'm already waiting for the summer holidays to come. Not because it's boring here, no, but because I want to see you as soon as possible! How are things in good old Denmark?
Even though neither of you knows anything specific about this school of mine, I'd still like to tell you that I'm sorted into Slytherin house. Your dear son-in-law's old house... You may think I'm a lovely boy, but you are wrong, it turns out, according to this old talking hat here, that I'm a sneaky snake! You may begin to fear!
Grandpa, there's a huge lake here and all sorts of creatures living in it. You'd love it! I'm going to start taking a class on creatures in the third grade, and I'll definitely need your help! And grandma, did you know that divination is also taught as a subject at Hogwarts? I wish you were my professor!
I've already made some friends. There are a lot of really honest and promising witches and wizards here. And you know, I've even met one or two whose parents are Muggles! Sometimes I feel like a newborn baby.
I'd be very happy if you so generously write to me from time to time. As you know, my father won't bother to write, and my mother will be curious about very little except my studies and achievements.
Grandpa, held og lykke! Danish: Good luck and happiness!
Grandma, hajoġutʻyun! Armenian: Good luck!
Your grandson, who loves and misses you dearly,
Saunders.
How happy I am to receive your letter! It made me feel as though you were here with me. Forgive me if my English is not perfect; after all these years, still the words escape me. They are not well-behaved like you. So, you are in Slytherin! I remember that your father mentioned to me about this house once, that it is for clever, determined, and sometimes a little… how do you say? Cunning? But do not let this “sneaky snake” idea fool you! You are my precious, kind-hearted topig Arm. vegeterian meatball. I think you belong there because you are sharp.
Hogwarts sounds magical, beyond anything I can imagine. I see little glimpses in my dreams. I knew before you were even born that your path would take you somewhere extraordinary. And the lake with its creatures must be amazing. Your grandpa certainly would love to visit that lake if he could. The old man is always looking for a new adventure.
Divination, huh? Do you remember how I taught you to pay attention to the signs, even the small ones? Shadows that move differently, whispers in the wind... Those are the universe’s way of talking to us. Just trust yourself when you sense something others do not.
As for your parents, well, your mother, my daughter is a worrier. Be patient with her. And your father will always love you in his own way. No need to doubt it.
Your grandpa sends his regards. We are well here in Egtved, though it is colder now. We miss you terribly, but we are happy knowing you are where you belong. Write to us often, my precious boy, and never doubt how much we love you.
