Kristen Graze POV: I opened my eyes. There are only a few things I remember. The only thing I can think about is my leg. My legs were aching with pain, and when I looked down I realized I was stuck. I don't exactly know how. All I could process was that a boulder was resting on my legs. As soon as all my senses snapped back to the present, my eyes started swelling up with tears. I must move the boulder, I thought. From my sleeping position, I slowly crunched up until I was sitting. When I curled up, I regained all of my vision and I could see in color. Why are there rocks everywhere? Dust, rocks, and pieces of wood lay strewn on my bedroom floor. My bedroom floor. My parents! My family! What happened? I tried to scan my memory and eventually became aware that an earthquake hit my home. My memory flooded back, and reminded me of what happened although I was still very vague with the subject. I was asleep, and huge streaks of light streamed into my bedroom. I heard screams. The last thing I saw was my window, and through it I saw that every house in my neighborhood was untouched. Cradled in a blanket of security, while my house was demolished-or at least, that is what I think. I focused on the situation at hand, and I tried not to think about my family. I reached out to the boulder on my leg, and tried to ripple my muscle. I touched the hard gray surface of the rock and pushed it until it revealed my swollen bloody feet. I tried to stand straight on my feet and fortunately was able to support myself. I walked out what used to be my bedroom. In anxiousness I licked my lips, and to my surprise my lips were dry and crackling. Lipstick was the first thing that came to mind. What? Keep in mind I am only eleven. My tween mind kicked in, and I put lipstick as my first priority. I walked straight into my sister's room without thinking about the horrors that could be laying inside. I washed away that dreadful thought and steadily strolled into the bedroom. Instead of a chlorine smelling, ocean themed room with white trim bordering the walls, I found more destruction. Where is Lindsey? My seventeen year old sister was nowhere in sight. Panicking, I quickly ran through her room in hope to find her. The only thing I could recognize out of her possessions was here old nightstand my parents bought for her when she was seven years old. How is this the only thing that didn't break? I bent down and grabbed it, ready to scream. I furiously opened the drawers of the nightstand until I found a slip of paper in the top drawer. I madly snatched it, and unfolded it.
To: Ms. Kristen Graze
BS34 Eaglethord
South Gloucestershire
Filton
Dear, Ms. Graze
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Students shall be requested to report to the Chamber of Reception upon arrival.
Please find the enclosed list of necessary books and equipment.
Yours truly,
Professor McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress
