"FREAK!" Someone shouted as I walked down the school hallway.

I flipped off the person and kept walking. I went into Mr. Cleric's 7th period math class and snatched a seat in the back. Nobody likes to sit in the front of the classoom. If you do, you end up getting drenched in spit, if you know what I mean.

As the rest of the class filled in I sat in my seat waiting. Mr. Cleric bolted into the room. He started to teach...obviously.

"Well, people, if you divide the square root then you BLAH, BLAH, BLAH!" Mr. Cleric droned on spitting with each word. Then all of a sudden the intercom beeped. "Yes." Mr. Cleric stated.

"Could you please send Sara Steele to the main office. Her mom is here to pick her up." The secretary commanded.

"Sara, go." Mr. Cleric said happily. He didn't like me very much.

I grabbed my bag and left the classroom. I headed towards the office place.

I saw my mom motioning me to follow her to the car. As I got into the passenger seat of the brand new toyota van.

"Mom?" I asked. "Why are you so quiet?"

"I'll tell you when you get back to the house, hon." She answered.

I nodded as we sat the rest of the way not speaking, my curiosity about to explode.

"Sara, you're a witch." My mom said seriously.

"Yeah...sure, hahaha, good joke." I said.

"SARA MIKA STEELE! I am not joking!" My mom said in a deadly voice. I know my mom blows up easily. She pulled out a brown stick and pointed it at me, and yelled, "Wingardium leviosa!"

I suddenly started floating. I freaked out and yelled. "FINE... I believe you. Just put me down!"

"How come you never told me this before?" I shouted angerly.

"I couldn't tell you before because of your father! He isn't really dead. When you were very little you and I moved from our house in London to Montana in the states. Your father wants you to be the heir to his 'powers'. Your father is Tom Riddle/Lord Voldemort. You are going ot move to London, so you can attend Hogwarts which is a magic school. You'll be safer there. Your dad has killed many people." My mother finished breathlessly.

I was speechless. I walked upstairs and went to sleep.

I woke up the next morning feeling refreshed.

"Oh, mom." I said as I walked into the kitchen. "I had the weirdest dream last night. I found out I had magi-"

"Sara." My mom said. "That wasn't a dream."

"Dang it!" I muttered quietly under my breathe.

"Oh, Sara. By the way, you have to go to Diagon Alley to get your school stuff." My mom said.

"Ok."

"Do you want me to come with you?" My mom asked. "I went to Gringotts (the bank) and got you some money."

"I'll go by myself." I said loudly. My mom handed me some money and a list of stuff I would need.

"Ok. You are going to floo there." My mom said, but continued when she saw the look on my face. "Flooing is easy, dear. Just step in the fireplace, throw down the powder and say 'Diagon Alley'. Also, watch out for strangers." She said seriously.

"Ok, mom." I said. I stepped into the fireplace and grabbed some powder and said 'Diagon Alley' fastly. I felt some strange force pull me in.

I landed flat on my butt in the middle of the street. Everywhere I looked there were people dressed in cloaks and different stores that sold magical items.

"So, this must be Diagon Alley." I said to myself.