I don't own anything related to Harry Potter. I only own Andie, her parents, and various professors.

The morning she turned 11 was a day that she would remember forever. At first, she was reluctant to get up. She had never been much of a morning person, and it only got worse on her birthday. She was an only child, and her parents tended to spoil her on her birthday, giving her whatever she wanted, and letting her sleep in as late as she could. She didn't really have the attitude of a spoiled child though, because it only happened once a year. The rest of the time, it was a fend for yourself kind of situation. She didn't really mind, she was used to it.

"Andie!" The call came from the bottom of the stairs. Andie groaned. She wasn't ready yet. She glanced over at the clock and saw that it read 1:00 PM.

"Shit" She mumbled to herself. Even though she was only 11, she had spent her school years in the public school system. You learn a lot of interesting things in the school system, and she had quite the mouth on her. Not that she would ever say anything in front of her parents.

Andie crawled out of bed and dragged herself to the bathroom. "Ugh, I look terrible." She ran a comb through her hair, and put her glasses on. She went back to her room and changed into a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. It was June, and Andie found herself sweating from the effort.

"Andie Sparks, get your butt down here this instant. We would actually like to see you on your birthday for a little while."

"Coming Mum!" Andie yelled back down shortly before barreling down the stairs, and into the kitchen.

"Happy birthday, honey," Andie's dad smiled at her. He was a teacher at the school Andie went to, so he had the summer off as well. Andie's mom was a doctor, but she had managed to get the day off to celebrate her daughter's birthday like she did every year.

"How about some breakfast huh? How does that sound?"

"Dad, it's not breakfast time anymore," Andie giggled.

"Well, seeing as you just got up and haven't eaten anything yet, it's still breakfast for you."

Andie stuck out her tongue playfully.

"So, what would you like?" Her dad asked, playing the part of a chef. Andie's mum was a terrible cook, so her dad ended up doing all of the cooking. It worked out, because her mum often worked late hours at the hospital and if she had to cook too, there would be hell to pay.

"Can I have bacon and eggs?" Andie asked hopefully.

"I had a feeling you were going to request that," he smiled, pulling out everything he would need to make what he knew was Andie's favorite meal.

"You wanna open your presents now or after you finish eating?" her mum asked. This was a routine they went through every year.

"I wanna open them now" Andie had a large smile plastered onto her face. Even though it was the same every year, Andie always felt like it was brand new, designed just for her.

Andie's mother began to bring presents in while her daughter sat at the table eagerly. Once everything was settled, food was placed on the table, and parents were seated, Andie began to rip the paper off of the pile of gifts she had sitting in front of her. She had books, clothes, toys, a camera, all sorts of things. She was just starting to unwrap a large square box when there was a loud knock on the door.

"Pause for just one moment, I'll go see who it is," Her dad said, clearly peeved that someone was interrupting during family time.

Andie took the time to eat her breakfast. She could hear what was going on in the hallway, and listened intently while she ate.

"Who are you?"

"Sir, I have some news that I would like to share with you, your wife, and your daughter."

"We're not interested in whatever you're trying to sell."

"Oh, I assure you, I'm not trying to sell anything. It's about her future in schooling."

"My daughter already attends a perfectly good school, but thank you and have a nice day."

"Sir, the school I'm here to talk about is quite special." The way the man said those words caused Andie's dad to pause.

"Alright, come in, but make it quick. We're celebrating my daughter's birthday."

"Of course, sir."

Andie was confused. She was already in school. Why would someone be coming to tell her about another one.

After her father and the strange man, who had a very peculiar way of holding himself were situated, the man started to speak.

"Hello, I am Professor Banks. I would like to start by giving you this letter, Miss Sparks," he said as he handed Andie a letter made of a heavy material, that was addressed to her in emerald ink. She took it cautiously and read the envelope first.

Miss Andrea Sparks

Bedroom on the left

London

On the back of the letter was a red wax seal with a crest of some kind pressed into it. "What is all this?" she asked.

"Open it," the man urged.

Andie broke the seal and pulled out a letter written on thick parchment and began to read.

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Headmistress: Minerva McGonagall

Dear Miss Sparks,

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 ow, by no later than 31 July

Yours sincerely,

Neville Longbottom

Deputy Headmaster

Andie looked up from the letter, confusion clearly displayed on her face. "What is this?"

"Let me see the letter," Andie's dad said, taking the parchment from his daughter's hands.

"Is this some kind of joke?" He asked.

"Oh, absolutely not. That's why I'm here, to explain the wizarding world. Sir, Ma'am, you daughter is a witch. Professor Banks smiled at Andie. She felt her stomach do a flip.

"That's not possible, magic isn't real," her mum said.

"I assure you, magic is quite real. Andrea has had her name down in the books from the day she was born."

"This has to be some kind of joke."

The man turned to Andie. "Tell me Andie, has anything unusual ever happened to you? Perhaps when you were around the age of 7?"

"You need to get out of this house. You are absolutely insane," Andie's dad was trying to pull the man out of his chair, but he didn't budge an inch.

"Well actually..." Andie was thinking. "My teacher's pen exploded in her hand for seemingly no reason one time in school while she was yelling at me," She said. "I thought maybe she had just been gripping it too hard, but thinking back, she was barely holding it."

"Ah, yes. Accidental magic is a common thing."

"Get out of my house."

"I can see now that you need proof. It's a good thing I got special permission from the ministry to show you. Ordinarily, magic in front of muggles is not allowed, but this is a special circumstance." Professor Banks pulled what looked like a fancy stick out of a pocket inside his coat and waved it. the boxes on the table rose into the air. Andie's family stared open-mouthed.

"H-how did you do that?" her dad asked.

"Ah, Mr. Sparks, that would be magic."

Her dad stood up. "I don't need this garbage in my home. Andie, if you choose to go to that school, you can get out of my home."

"Honey, she's only 11," Andie's mother tried to reason with her husband.

"I don't care."

Andie felt the hot tears as they streamed down her face.

This is my first fan fiction story, please let me know what you think. :)