Beep. Beep. Beep.

With a grunt, I rolled over and smack the beeping alarm clock on my bedside table. The room went silent once again. Though my vision is blurred, I could still make out the time that is flashing on the clock. 5:00 am. It's way too early to be alive yet.

"Rise and shine, sweetheart! You're going to be late!" my mother called up the stairs. Curse my parents for being early risers! I say miserably to myself.

"Never!" I shouted back.

"That's it. I'm up!" yelled my father.

My eyes widened greatly, "Oh god." I whisper to myself. As the large footsteps came closer to my room, I did the best I could to cocoon myself in whatever sheets that remanded on my bed (I'm a restless sleeper), hoping that it would be enough to protect myself from what lied ahead. Once fully protected, I could hear my father barge into the room and jump on my bed in one swift motion. Practically suffocating me under his weight. "Why? Why must you torture me like this?" I moaned dramatically.

"'Cause you'll never get out of bed if I don't"

"Remind me again why I have to wake up so early?"

"Because you leave for Hogwarts today of course!" without actually seeing him, I knew he was grinning. It just seemed like something he would do, I guess. Then seconds later, when I finally understood what he had uttered, I popped my head out of the small breathing hole I had left my head. "Seriously?! It's September 1st already?" I asked.

"Yes, seriously!"

"Why didn't anyone tell me this last night? Or two weeks ago for that matter?! Did we even go diagon ally yet?" I asked, completely confused. It felt like only yesterday I had left Hogwarts to go home for the summer.

"We did. And we already covered diagon ally, don't you remember? We got you a present for earning all those O's last year."

"Oh yeah, I forgot about that." Quickly I looked my room over and my eyes focused on a small, golden, fluff ball in the corner of the room, fast asleep in a plush, green cat bed.

"Honestly Rue, you've only had him for a week and you've already forgotten about even owning him?" with that dramatic statement he walked over to where the cat was innocently sleeping, much like I was before I was rudely awoken. He scooped up the barely three-month old cat and walked back over to my bed, cradling the feline like a baby.

"How can you forget such a cute little face like his?" as he spoke he held the cat up beside his face, trying to match his face with the innocent look on the golden tabby.

"I didn't forget. I'm just tired that's all. Now, hand Keifer over." I say plainly extending my arms to take my cat back. Reluctantly, my dad handed him over.

"Now, remind me again why you gave him a human name? And an odd one at that."

"Because it suits him. Plus I think giving him a name like Fluffy, Snowball or Tippy would be undermining his intelligence."

"Fair enough. Now as I was saying earlier, it's time to get up. Otherwise you and Keifer are going to be late."

"Fine, fine. I'll do it for Keifer's sake." I say with a huff.

"Your mother already has breakfast ready down stairs" he said as he jumped up from the bed and made his way out of my room.

As I sat up slowly, I called out to him, "hey Dad?"

"Yes Ruby?" he said, poking his head back into the room.

"Is Mom coming to the train station?"

"She has to work today, sorry sweetie. Plus-"he lowered his voice, so my mom couldn't hear downstairs, "You know how uneasy she gets about all this magic stuff"

I nod, mostly out of habit. You have no clue how many times I've heard that excuse before. Both my parents are muggles, which makes me a muggle born. Even though my dad isn't a wizard, he has loved the idea of magic ever since he was a child. Whereas my mother on the other hand was weary about the idea. And since she was so weary about magic, she has made it her mission to come up with an excuse every year for why she couldn't come. Honestly, I would must rather her just tell me she doesn't want to come; anything would be better than having you one true gift ignored your own mother. But it's not like I'm her only child either, I do have siblings. Two brothers, Cole and Jack. Both are younger than me, not old enough to receive their letters yet. That is, assuming that at least one of them are 'special' like me, as my father would say.

"You ok there Rue?" asked my dad. With a jolt, I came out of my daze to realize that he was still peaking around the corner.

"Yeah, fine" I said instinctively.

"Okay, well you'd better hop into the shower. Maybe that'll wake you up a bit more. Then you can come down and eat."

Two hours later and I had finally showered, eaten, packed and stubbornly fought Keifer into his travelling cage. I'd trust him enough yet to let him roam with me on the platform. With my dad's help, I loaded my trunk into the back of our van and carried the cage, with Keifer growling inside, into the front seat with me.

"Ready for Freddy?" Dad said as he hopped into the drivers' seat.

"Who's Freddy?" I asked, confused.

"Never mind" he said shaking his head. "Let's hit the road"

"That's mean. Wouldn't the road cry if we hit it?" I frown slightly.

"How are you even my daughter?" my dad asked, obviously offended.

"I'm just joking, Dad. Let's hit the road like it stole our donuts"

"That's my girl" he said, laughing as we pulled out of the drive way.

This is my first time writing a story, so please be kind. if you have any suggestions for my writing style please let me know. same for if I screw up on an important detail. I have big plans for this story so bear with me as I attempt to put it into words. second chapter should be up within a day or two! Comment, follow, favourite my story! I love to hear back so don't be shy! :)

~ Blue-Foods.42