A/N: Y/F/I means your first initial
"Y/N come down here right now! It's time for breakfast, besides it's your birthday."
"Coming mum," How could I possibly forget about my birthday? I am turning eleven today after all.
I walk out of my room and into the dinning room. "Good-morning love," dad says to me as he sets down his newspaper and takes a sip of his tea.
"'Morning dad."
"Oh, good you're up," my mum says as she puts eggs and bacon on my plate. "Sweety, you got a letter today."
I am confused at this because all of my family has already sent me birthday letters, and it's not like I actually have friends at school. I'm too much of a bookworm. Besides any time people are around me strange things tend to happen like, one time I was playing hide-and-go-seek and there was only ten seconds left, there was no where else to hide so I hid behind a potted plant I knew that I was completely visible but no matter how hard the seeker tried to find me he just couldn't, it was like I was invisible.
"It looks like an acceptance letter to a secondary school sweety," mum says answering my silent question.
I look at the letter on the table, it has a thick yellow-tan parchment envelope with emerald green ink on the front and a red wax seal on the back. It was addressed to Ms Y/F/I Y/L/N the small room at the end of the hallway, 7 Turner Drive , Kingswood, Bristol.
"Someone was very specific don't you think?" Mum said as I set down the letter, nod and then drink my orange juice.
"Well, open it love." Dad said very interested.
"Fine," I pop the wax seal and pull out a thin papery letter that is made of the same parchment as the envelope. I read it to myself and my eyes widen.
"Well, what school is it?"
"Is this a joke?" I ask shakily.
"No. I don't think so, what is it love?"
I take a deep breath and read the letter out loud to my parents, "Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore (Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards) Dear Ms L/N, We are pleased to inform you that you have a place at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment. Term begins on 1 September. We await your owl no later than 31 July. Yours sincerely, Minerva McGonagall Deputy Headmistress."
"This isn't a joke love, we swear it."
"You're a witch," my father says chuckling silently, "That does explain a lot."
Just then a loud knock on the door makes me flinch.
"It's open," my father shouts loud enough so the stranger could hear him.
The door flies open revealing a tall, thin, old woman with green robes around her. She smiles when she sees the letter in my hands.
"Good," she says in a strict voice, "You've read then?"
"I... yes."
She gives me a tight smile and then turns to my parents.
"Because you are muggles I have come to see if you believe the letter or not."
"Well, now we will once we see your magic," my mother says suspiciously.
"Very well then," the old woman says. She pulls out a stick, I'm guessing it's a wand, and mumbles some words and then the pitcher of orange juice floats up and pours itself into an empty glass on the table.
"Who are you?" My father asks.
"I am Minerva McGonagall. The Deputy Headmistress of Hogwarts."
"You will be one of Y/N's teachers then?" My mother asks curiously
"Yes, I will be Y/N's transfiguration teacher."
"Wait," I say worriedly. "It's September 3 I've missed the deadline."
"No," Prof. McGonagall says gently. "You're going to start next year."
"Oh. Okay then. Where will we find all of this stuff?" I ask as I pull out another piece of parchment that I can only assume is my list of requirements because I see that I will need dragon hide gloves.
"In Diagon Alley which is where we will go next with your parents if they want to come along as well," Prof. McGonagall answers for me.
"How will we get there?" I ask.
"We can floo to the Leaky Caldron."
"What is 'flooing?'" I ask nervously.
"You'll see," she says pulling out a handful of powder and gives it to me.
"What am I supposed to do with this?" I ask.
She sighs and answers my question, "Step in to the fireplace and throw down the powder saying 'Leaky Caldron.'"
I look at her for a minute until I realize that she's serious. I step in to the fire place and do exactly as she says. I am surrounded with green flame and then I am sucked out of the fireplace into a pub looking place. I look behind me and I see my parents and then the Prof. appear in the fireplace.
"Where are we?" My father asks.
"At the Leaky Caldron. It's a Wizarding pub." She answers respectively.
"No, I mean where in England are we?"
"In London. You'll find it easily when it's time for her second year."
"Come on, let's go shopping!" I say excitedly pulling at my mother's hand.