She stood just a few feet from me, I had never been this close before, I usualy ran away, when she stumbled I rushed forward and caught her arm, I had no idea where it would lead when I offered to help her home

My sympathy for her grew a little more, she had been married to a very brave and now I knew, a very handsome man, but it was so long ago, shouldn’t she have found someone else, shouldn’t she have been happy, instead of talking to a painting, my heart reached out for this old lady

I had to rub the tears from my eyes, I was fourteen years old, I should not be crying, but for some reason I did not try to hide it, I so wanted to see my friend, I would have done almost anything.

My knees went weak as soon as I entered the room, there standing talking to my mum was the most beautiful girl I knew. Ginny turned and smiled at me, making my heart flutter, should a fourteen year old feel like this I asked myself

Mum stared at me, she had a look I had never seen before, a strange sort of miserable, guilty but regretful it sort of look.

“Accio wand” she said, my wand came flying over from somewhere near the sink. I almost fell from my chair as I watched it soar straight to her hand.

Just a week later and I found myself on the weirdest bus I ever saw. The seats were Armchairs that rolled around as the bus swerved. We were hurtling through different parts of the country. Jumping from town to countryside and then back. I fervently wished I had never eaten breakfast as I felt absolutely sure I was about to lose mine.