Hello! This is my first story on this site so it might take a while to figure everything out. If anyone has some tips or tricks, I would love to hear them. I would like to tell you that this story is set about 11 years after the Deathly Hallows and although the books are real in the story, there is no epilogue with them. I would love any feedback I can get and am open to suggestions for the story.
My favorite day of the year:
August 2
Book Day, a.k.a. my birthday. This is the day my parents take me to the book store and let me get any 10 books I want. They can't afford to get me books throughout the year because I read them too fast and end up needing another book every week. So they save up and I get ten books every year on my birthday. Of course there are occasional exceptions: my favorite author released a new book, a book was on sale for a great price, every once in a while I will borrow a book from a friend, but other than that this is all I get for the year.
I was walking through the aisles of books when I stop to look at on of my favorite series, Harry Potter. I smile thinking to my beat up old copies at home. I had read that series so many times it was unbelievable.
"Quite a good series, huh?"
Next to me was a tall man with brown hair. He looked at me, expecting an answer.
"Yes. It is really creative. I don't know how someone can come up with a story like this." I said gesturing to the book. He just sighed.
"Here, this is for you."
I looked suspiciously at the letter he held out, but grabbed it anyway. Who would have sent me a letter? And more importantly who would have a random stranger give it to me? I turned it over to see my name in emerald green across the back.
"Who is it-" I started, but he was gone.
I fit the letter into the long pocket in the front of my hoodie. I decided to wait till I got home to open it. I continued to search for books but I could not keep myself from being curious about the letter.
A couple of hours later, we got back from the store. I carried my books to my room, sat down on my bed and pulled out the envelope. Slowly I opened it and pulled out the letter. It read:
HOGWARTS SCHOOL
of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY
I almost screamed. It wasn't happening. I had warned myself my Hogwarts letter was not coming for my eleventh birthday. It wasn't real. But here it was, and I wanted to believe so bad.
There was a knocking on the front door and I heard my mother answer it.
"Hello," she said.
"Hi, my name is Neville Longbottom. I'm assuming Ana showed you the letter?"
I walked to the door and there he was, the tall man from the store.
"Oh hullo Ana"
"Is this a joke?" I asked him as I held up the letter.
"No, it's real... We better go soon though, we are supposed to check into the Leaky Cauldron any minute now."
