One day when we were playing tag in the orphanage, a very measly knock was heard. "Come in," said Matron Poppy. A thin, elderly, bespectacled man appeared. "Hello, Poppy. My name is Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore," he did a little bow, "at your service." Matron dropped the wine glass she was holding, and it shattered to the floor. "Oh, Dumbledore, forgive me for that," she said while she hurriedly cleaned up the mess she made. "I would like to see Tom and Nagini Riddle, please." "Yes, yes, come on in," breathed Matron. Dumbledore gingerly opened the door. Dumbledore looked as if he really didn't want to say what was on his mind. "I am deeply sorry, but I wanted this to be between me, Nagini, and Tom." "As you wish, Albus." Matron left with a small huff. "Tom, Nagini, you are magical," whispered Dumbledore. "You qualify to attend Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft And Wizardry." Tom and I must have looked hilarious. Dumbledore chuckled. "You are not the only ones who made that face." Tom and I looked at each other and laughed. "Yeah, " I breathed. "I look hilarious." Dumbledore waited. "I am headmaster," he said. "Here are your letters and school supplies list." He took 2 small pieces of parchment. "These are very important." Tom and I had the happiest look on our faces. "Also," Dumbledore whispered, "The platform 9 3/4 is inside a wall at King's Cross."