I know I shouldn't be starting a new story since four really is enough to deal with (I have one on fictionpress but you know I can't resist.)

Now I've been thinking for a while about reading one of the many Harry Potter/W.I.T.C.H. fanfics but something keeps pulling me away. Today I've finally decided to do one myself. Check out my other stories and make sure you review at the end.

There probably aren't going to be pairings. The W.I.T.C.H. gang have had a few more adventures and two of them are preparing for college. Harry and them are going back to Hogwarts to stop Hermione nagging and fretting. This won't be a WillxHarry since Will's got Matt. They can write letters or something. Or maybe Matt can go too since he does have powers. I'll probably be in Cornelia' point of view a lot since I love her the best! Anyway, chapter 1.

Receiving Mail Can Be Very Painful

"I am telling you, they are unique."

Minerva regarded Rufus Scrimgeour coldly. She didn't know why she let this man into Dumbledore's old office. It was insulting. Nevertheless, he was the Minister of Magic. "In what way, Scrimgeour? You have to give me more than that. Hogwarts cannot accept teens in our school from out of nowhere."

"But, Minerva, please," Rufus Scrimgeour said, "I am begging you. I have tried every school in America-"

Minerva sat up straight. "They are from America?"

"Yes, now before you say anything, I swear they have magic!" Scrimgeour was desperate. Otherwise, he wouldn't have come here personally to settle matters.

"Then why hasn't the American Minister discovered them sooner and enrolled them there? Why are you wasting my time with all this in the first place? Shouldn't the Americans handle this?"

Scrimgeour sighed exasperatedly. "Minerva, be reasonable. I don't mean to sound rude but the American leaders, both muggle and magical, that is, are a little odd. I don't know what the magical nation was thinking when they chose Joseph Killilea but he is not the right man for the job."

Minerva raised a skeptical eyebrow as she carefully sipped her tea. "And why are you telling me this?"

"He doesn't care about the girls! Because their magic is different from ours. But magic is magic and the whole world is talking about it. I made a speech shown in the Daily Prophet that I would help these girls get a proper education! Please if you would just help me this once I would be forever in your debt."

Minerva cocked her head in consideration. "Forever in Rufus Scrimgeour's debt? That's hardly something I can pass up. Very well, if you will just leave their name and addresses for me?"

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"Um…I didn't do it?" Irma tried. They were in the principal's office, trying to explain why there were five letters addressed to them with a creepy animal stamp on it. How did they know what classroom they were each in?

Listen guys, we need to think of a good story, Taranee's voice ran through her head.

Hey, remember that time we were getting everything mixed up because we each said something different about Elyon missing? Will asked.

Don't remind me, Cornelia groaned. We obviously can't do that again.

But this is weird! Hay Lin exclaimed. Who are they? Is this supposed to be a joke?

"Look, I'm not blaming you girls for anything, though you have quite a record," Mrs. Knickerbocker said. "I just want to know why these letters were delivered during school hours, by owls, nonetheless!"

"Owls?" Will asked disbelievingly.

"Yes." Mrs. Knickerbocker nodded. "Now you can take these, I suppose I've wasted enough of your class time." The girls each scooped up their envelopes and left the office.

"Well at least we weren't in trouble," Irma said as she closed the door.

"Yeah, but who sent them to us?" Taranee asked. "And why is it in green ink?"

"There's only one way to find out," Hay Lin said. "Open them!"

"It could be dangerous!" Will exclaimed suddenly. "You never know."

"How could anything be dangerous about a letter?" Irma asked scathingly.

"Irma's right," Cornelia said.

"Really?" Irma blinked in surprise.

"How dangerous can a letter be?"

"I guess," Will said dubiously.

"Come on!" Hay Lin bounced up and down excitedly. "Let's open them already!" Without waiting for a response, Hay Lin gripped the edges of her envelope, and ripped it open. The others crowded around her, trying to read what it said.

Dear Ms. Lin,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. You will find a list of all the necessary equipment. Term 1 begins on September 1st. Enclosed is a train ticket to London.

Yours Sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall

Headmistress

They looked at each other for a few minutes.

"What?" Irma asked loudly.

"This is ridiculous," Will said impatiently.

"I know!" Taranee cried. "You can't get to London by train!"

"This is awesome!!!" Hay Lin screamed.

"What did you say?" Cornelia asked. "You actually believe that stuff?"

"Well, why not?" Hay Lin shrugged. "We are magical."

"Whatever." Will rolled her eyes. "We should get back to class. Last day of school." Then the bell rang. "Or not."

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"Hey, Taranee," Peter called. He was holding something in his hand.

"Hm?" Taranee asked.

"Which one of your friends draw?"

Taranee sat up from the sofa, her book falling to the floor. "Hay Lin, why?"

"Well she seems to miss you already since she sent you a bunch of letters." Taranee frowned. Hay Lin didn't need to send letters. There was always their minds, or at least the phone. "Hey, how did she know you're in the living room?"

"What?" Peter flung half a dozen letters onto her lap. They were the very same; the same emerald ink, the same thick paper, the same animals and that same H. "Oh, crap."

Are you guys getting the same as what I'm getting? She asked the others.

By that, do you mean a zillion letters telling us to go to a whacko school? Irma asked. If so, yes.

My mom is asking questions! Cornelia said. Should we reply? They obviously aren't going to give up.

How do we reply? Will demanded. I'm telling you, it's probably just some prank.

How do they know to send it to us? Taranee asked.

We're always together, Hay Lin explained/. We're, like, the inseparable five. But I still think we should go. They have train tickets.

Platform Nine and Three Quarters? Irma asked. I don't think so.

Did your mom read it yet? Taranee asked Cornelia.

No but she's noticed the odd seal. Plus she's always known something's going on with the disappearing so she's not letting go this time.

What are we gonna do? Taranee asked.

Just…get rid of them! Will said suddenly.

What?

I'm serious, Hay Lin. Get rid of them! Put them in the trash, give them to Blunk, bury them in your backyard, shred them into pieces and throw them in meridian, whatever! Just get rid of them, okay?

Well…

What is it, Taranee?

Well they found us the first time. They could find us again.

Oh please, they'll get bored or run out of fancy paper. Trust me.

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"You said they would stop!" Cornelia cried.

"Well it didn't work," Will muttered.

"Are they stalking us?" Irma asked. "You have no idea how embarrassing it was when Mr. Lin came out of the kitchens to give us twenty envelopes addressed to us, the second table in the Silver Dragon."

"Yeah, really. We lost customers that day," Hay Lin added.

"Are we going to have to move?" Taranee asked. "My mom found out and you know how she is."

They were at the park and compared their letters over and over again. It always said the same thing. It was as if the sender knew they were being ignored.

"I think they really mean it," Hay Lin said eagerly. "And that there really is a school for magic and we just got discovered late and-"

"Maybe we could go to the Oracle," Cornelia suggested.

"And then what?" Will asked. "Begged him to tell us if these letters are true? Besides, I've read them thoroughly. Where are we supposed to get wands?"

"If the place is real, I wonder if I can bring Napoleon," Cornelia said thoughtfully. "He is sort of mine. And a cat is way better than a toad."

"I thought we agreed that this magic school doesn't exist!" Irma reminded.

Cornelia just shrugged. "Well you never know."

"This is getting stupid," Taranee exclaimed. "Why are we getting bombarded with these letters? It's so annoying. It makes having a peaceful summer so much harder. And I'm going to go to that pre-college program in a few weeks, remember? What if they still send me letters there?"

"Hey, you're really optimistic if you think we're even gonna last that long," Irma muttered darkly. "My backyard is going to explode."

Taranee scanned the requirements for the umpteenth time.

First year students will require:

CLOTHING:

1. Three Sets of plain work robes (black)

2. One plain pointed hat (black) for daily wear

3. One pair of protective gloves

4. One winter cloak (black, silver fastenings)

Please note that all pupils' clothes should carry nametags

COURSE BOOKS:

All students should have a copy of each of the following:

The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 1) By Miranda Goshawk

A History of Magic by Bathilda Bogshot

Magical Theory by Adalbert Waffling

A beginners Guide to Transfiguration by Emeric Switch

One Thousand Herbs and Fungi by Phillida Spore

Magical Drafts and Potions by Arsenius Jigger

Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them By Newt Scamander

The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection by Quentin Trimble

OTHER:

1 wand

1 cauldron (pewter, standard size 2)

1 set glass or crystal phials

1 telescope

1 set brass scales

Students may also bring an owl OR a cat OR a toad

PARENTS ARE REMINDED THAT FIRST YEARS ARE NOT ALLOWED THEIR OWN

Where were they supposed to get all these things? Taranee didn't have the slightest clue.

"It's getting late," Cornelia said suddenly. "We should get going,"
"Yeah," Will seconded. "Come on, guys." They all got up from the grass. There wasn't anybody else in the park left. Just them. Will's house was closest so they started there first.

"Uh, Will?" Irma said. "I wouldn't be opening your mailbox if I were you."

"Why?" Will turned to look at it. It was a plain white one that was stuck to the ground by her mother a long time ago. The little red flag was up. People barely remembered to do that.

She peered at it cautiously. There were jagged bits of paper sticking out of the corners. So the box was cheap. She opened it and about a thousand letters pelted themselves at her face. How could so many letters stuff themselves into one small mailbox? She jumped back in shock but they assailed her mercilessly. The others stepped closer to try and help but got hit too. The letters poked at them and attacked them wherever they could reach.

"Make it stop!" Taranee hissed, holding bare her arms up, which were starting to get red. "Make it stop before the neighbors come out!"

Funnily enough, Will knew exactly how. She said the words they were waiting to hear. "ALL RIGHT, ALREADY!!!!!! We'll go, just stop trying to kill us!!!" As if they really had heard, the envelopes dropped onto the ground, unmoving. Then, they disappeared.

Hay Lin broke the silence. "So we're going?"

There's chapter one. Not my best when it comes to first chapters but I wanna make this one kind of longer than my others. Review! Thanks you.