Okay, so this is me, starting this whole story again because I came up with something better... I'm sorry, but I really suck at this, so yeah. This time I have a whole plan written out so I have something to go along. This chapter is almost the same as it was before, but I've changed it a little. Please read, review, favourite and follow, I'd appreciate it a lot :) Thanks.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own HP or DW, unfortunately
Chapter 1 – Clara
It was the day before Clara Oswald's long awaited eleventh birthday. She couldn't wait to receive her Hogwarts letter. After years and years of listening to her mother's stories of the school, she was finally ready to go and explore it for herself. She was sitting on the windowsill in her room, looking out for owls, when her father came in with a pile of freshly laundered clothes.
"It won't come until tomorrow, Clara. Come down and have dinner," he said as he neatly folded the clothes with his wand and put them in one of the drawers.
"But what if it does come? I want to be ready," Clara said, not budging one bit.
Her father chuckled. "Oh, you've been ready for a while now, darling. Besides, Professor Dumbledore never gets his timing wrong, it will be here tomorrow morning, trust me."
"Okay, dad. I can't wait, though," Clara said as she got down from the window and walked over to her father.
"I know. And neither can your mother and me. You'll finally be able to learn some proper magic. C'mon, mum's waiting at the table."
Clara was scooped up by her father and taken down the stairs. When they reached the kitchen, her mother was waiting for them. She smiled at them as he set Clara down into her chair.
"You took your time," she said jokily to her husband. He just smiled and kissed her on the lips.
"Ew, I'm eating," Clara said, as she cut into one of her sausages. Her parents laughed.
"It's going to be so quiet here without you when you go in September. There won't be anyone to comment on everything anymore." her mother said, smiling sadly.
The rest of that day passed slowly as Clara waited in excitement and when the morning came, she was the first out of bed. Her parents made their way downstairs a little while after her. When they entered the kitchen to see her at the table, biting her thumbnail, they sang "Happy Birthday" loudly. Clara jumped and then laughed. She hugged both of her parents and then sat back down. Her dad got to making breakfast and her mum sat next to her and stroked her hair.
"I can't believe those eleven years went so quickly, it feels like yesterday when you were just a baby," her mother said.
Clara smiled. Over the next half hour they recalled many moments from when Clara was little. The family laughed together until the letter finally came. The small tawny owl flew in through the window and landed in front of Clara on the table. It pecked at her toast and she laughed. She took the envelope and examined it slowly. On front was her name and address in green ink, and when she turned it over, she saw the red Hogwarts seal. It was beautiful in Clara's eyes, and it made her want to open it even more. As her parents sat closely around her, she tore the envelope open, and took out the letter.
She read it thoroughly a few times and was overwhelmed by the amount of equipment she needed. Her parents told her that they would go shopping in Diagon Alley at some point to get everything.
Once Clara had finally set the letter down onto the table, her mum stood her up.
"Okay now, Clara. We have a surprise for you," she said as Clara's father left the kitchen.
"What is it?" Clara asked, excitedly.
"If we told you it wouldn't be a surprise, would it?" her father said, entering the kitchen again, with his wand in his hand. Behind him, hovering in the air, came a cage.
In that cage was a small Barn owl, whizzing around for its life. When Clara saw it she gasped and hugged her mum. The cage was set down onto the kitchen table and now Clara could have a good look at it.
The owl was small, white and fluffy. It was the most adorable thing Clara had ever seen and the funniest part was that it couldn't keep still. It kept fidgeting around the cage.
"You'll have to think of a name for him," her mother said.
"Just not anything as bad as Hector," her dad said, looking over at the family owl, Hector on his perch. Her mum had named him.
"Hey! Hector's a nice name! Allow it," her mother said.
"Never. So what do you think, darling?" her father came back to Clara and her owl.
Clara thought for a minute, but nothing came up. She began to tap her fingers on the kitchen table and looked over at the owl. He was still moving around. Clara laughed at the sight of him, and then the name suddenly formed in her head.
"I have a name," she said.
"Go on," her mother said.
"I'll call him Fidget."
And there you go :)