All the underlined words our stats used in the fictionalley park forums. It was a challenge bunny, and this is my first finished Fanfic. Thanks
Saida was a normal 11 year old. She had a mother and father and two younger sisters. She had friends and lots of toys. She went to a normal school in her normal town in a normal country. She could almost be described as perfectly normal except for one abnormal thing. Saida had an uncanny habit of making things explode without knowing why or even how.
Her mother ran into the kitchen pantry and emerged gripping the heavy, red fire extinguisher Saida had seen on many occasions. Her parents told her not to worry, that it would pass, the first time she blew up her alarm clock. Her mother, Mrs. Rathe was beaming her pearly whites. The same teeth, Saida inherited. Her father, Mr. Rathe had been in the living room having an afternoon nap when the loud explosion disturbed his peaceful rest. He rubbed at his eyes and clapped with excitement when the reflection of a fiery box, the microwave, reached his eyes.
" Oh jolly me, she is showing first signs of magic. And thankfully, it is just in time." Her delighted father passed his pretty wife a normal, brown envelope. Saida watched her mother's sparkly blue eyes pop out of her round face.
"Oh our little baby" she screamed with glee. Saida stared at her crazy parents. She blinked.
"What is that?" she motioned to the envelope that had both her parents in hysterics. She tried to grab it from her mothers clenching grip.
" Honey, you are a recipient of Hogwarts letter. We are so proud." Mrs. Rathe passed the letter to her befuddled daughter. Her magic daughter. She had always wondered if Saida had inherited her magic gene from her grandfather. Now Mrs. Rathe knew she had, and that her daughter would never be normal again.
Saida, her mother and little sisters were on their way to Diagon Alley. Mrs. Rathe had told her father that Saida had been accepted, so he told them all the great places to get Saida's school supplies. It had been a week since Saida blew up the microwave and gotten the shock of her young life. She was a witch, just like her grandfather. They had another two weeks before she started her new, special school. She was nervous, excited and feeling decidedly queasy.
Mrs. Rathe was pinning up hems at Malkin's while the three girls went to Ollivanders. Saida waited in line while an older boy was replacing worn-out wand. He left the shop and Saida stepped up to the counter. The old man looked at her and walked to the back of the store.
" Harry potter just tried this one about 15 minutes ago, but I think it will work for you. Here try it," he handed Saida a long stick; she waved it around and the room immersed in green light.
"Perfect." He took the wand back and placed it into a long box and wrapped it up in brown paper. Saida's little sister, Mary was waving her fist around and shouting.
"Bang, Bang" The old man smiled.
"You are too young to have a wand, but here…" he handed her a twig and told her to be careful with it. It was very special. Choosing a wand at Ollivanders wasn't that hard. Saida paid for her new wand with wizard money and left the store to find her mother. She told them to sit on the bench and don't move.
" I am making a deposit at Gringotts and I will know if you haven't behaved." She sternly swished her finger in front of the girls and walked down the road to the wizard bank. Saida closed her eyes and listened to passing shoppers conversations.
"Why is he joining the Headless hunt? That is just..."
"My mum's been baking owl treats all day." Three boys walked by. Two of them were cute twins with flame red hair and the other boy didn't look like them at all. Saida glanced down the road and read the signs leaning against the walls. The picture looked like a lighter that her father used to light his cigar. It read " Put outer Charmer" She spotted her mother making her way back to the bench.
"Do we have everything?" she skimmed the page and said they did. "Well let's get home then." The four tired, full of shopping bags, girls made their way out of Diagon Alley. As they left Saida giggled at the young witch reading 'Passionate Trousers'.
Saida sat in her comfy sofa and rubbed her sore legs. They were tired from all the standing while being fitted for robes. It had been a long day and as soon as Saida climbed into bed she fell asleep.
It was the day she was going to Hogwarts. Her father had been shopping for Ford Anglia's the day before and now they all piled into the new car. The Rathe's were going to King's Cross Station to drop their oldest daughter off at the train to take her to Hogwarts.
"Say goodbye to the ministry of magic driver, boys." A plump redheaded lady told her four boys. It was the twins she had seen at Diagon Alley. Saida said goodbye to her family and hopped on the train as the conductor called last chance to get on the Hogwarts Express. Saida found an empty compartment and blew kisses at her normal family. The whistle blew and Saida felt it jolt forward. Six students knocked and opened the door slightly.
"Can we sit in here?" A bushy brown haired girl asked sweetly.
"Of course." Soon Saida was making new friends on the train and buying cauldron cakes from the snack trolley. Her new friends were Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Neville Longbottom and Seamus Finnigan. They were all first years too. Harry Potter told them how Hagrid, the keeper of keys had come to rescue him from his mean relatives. They all got off the train and were meeting Hagrid with the other first years.
"He is so big," squealed Ron. Everyone agreed. They were transported across the lake on boats and stood in awe outside the castle that would now be their school.
At the sorting ceremony, the first years would sit on a stool and wear a hat.
"Rathe, Saida" Saida walked nervously up to the chair. She sat properly while sitting under the sorting hat.
"Gryffindor" it yelled. Saida stood up and walked to her table joining housemates for dinner.
"Fred look at the scared ickle firstie over there." George laughed and pointed at Neville. Neville had managed to spill gravy over the Gryffindor table, after he ran over still wearing the sorting hat. It was going to be a long, hard year for him. Well for everyone. And it was.