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They drink to the old times, when they were young. When they were young, and thoughtless, and hot-headed, and profound, and idealistic, and proud, and stupid. When they were just two sets of friends who had no idea how much their lives would be inter-woven.
When they turned their backs against the dark in the hopes that they would only see the light.
When they tried desperately not to grow up.
In Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets, Harry got detention and was forced to address envelopes of fan letters for Gilderoy Lockhart. One of them was to a certain Gladys Gludgeon...
So, what if Ms. Gludgeon wasn't a blonde, slightly frumpy, middle-aged witch, but instead a certain Victoria Livingstone, who knew, ever since her relatives came over to dinner, that he was a fake and was determined to prove it?
As she begins first year with her slightly batty cousin Luna, they both try to investigate the pig in the wig...and see whether he is really who he says he is. (Set in Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets)
Originally meant to be part of a series, this is a one-shot, a letter, really.
A letter written from a father to a son.
A letter about life.
A letter about love of life.
A letter that will hopefully, never be sent.
(A response to drabbleocity's challenge, "Quote me on this.")