My Harry Potter Story!
"The Parthenon was a temple created by the Ancient Greek," Sara Adams recited to her best friend, Emily Winters. "It honored Athena and…Oh, this is so boring!" She angrily threw the book across the room.
Emily smiled at her crazy but lovable best friend. She shook her long black hair over her shoulder and calmy walked over to the book.
"I know it's boring, but if we don't do it, Mrs. Nelson will bite our heads off."
Emily had to try very hard to act like she cared about school. The truth was, Muggle schools were not really for her. She was a wizard, as were here parents. She knew her letter to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry would be arriving anytime this summer. The trouble was, Sara was muggle-born, and had no idea about magic. It would be so hard to tell her she was leaving…about as hard as it would be to explain that she was a witch.
Sara rolled her eyes. "Nerd," she whispered softly.
"Yes!" Emily yelled suddenly, which was very odd since she was such a quiet person.
"Huh?" Sara turned around, extremely confused. Then, suddenly, she saw what was making her friend so excited, though she did not understand it.
Two snowy-white owls were gliding towards the open window. They were carrying large white envelopes with a coat of arms on it.
Letters? Sara was so confused. Carried by owls?
She noticed that Emily did not think it was out of the ordinary at all. Indeed, she ran towards them, ripping the letter out of one's beak. She hastily put three bronze little coins into it's beak. The other owl waited in the window, being forgotten.
"Emily?" asked Sara softly. Emily seemed to forget she was there.
Emily suddenly gasped and stopped ripping her envelope open. She turned towards her best friend with wide, scared eyes.
"Why…are owls…delivering letters?" Sara forgot her usual sarcastic tone she used basically all the time. She was standing as the frozen, gaping at the letter in Emily's hand.
Right when Emily opened her mouth, the other owl flew over to Sara and nipped her ear with its beak.
The letter fell into her hands, and she slowly opened it with shaky hands. She was very aware that Emily was staring at the letter, shocked.
"Hogwarts coat of arms," she whispered, as though understanding something.
"Hogwarts?" Sara was even more bewildered. She had never heard that word before.
She finished opening the letter, and what she saw were probably the words that changed her life.
Dear Sara Adams, of 9 Willow Way,
We are very pleased to say you have been accepted into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. You will start September 1st, and the list of your needed materials are enclosed. We hope you will attend.
-Albus Dumbledore.
"Hogwarts?" she repeated. "Dumbledore?"
"Sara," Emily breathed, finally over the shock, and seeming so excited. "You're a witch."
"A…witch?" She felt dazed, then angry. "Are you just calling me a jerk?"
"No, no," Emily laughed, then threw her arms around her best friend. "A witch as in, girl wizard. You can do magic! We're going to go to school for it! For seven years! Then have careers in the magical world!"
"Magic? But…did you already know about this?" She felt suspicious of the way Emily yelled and ran over to the owls.
"Yes," Emily admitted, grinning shyly. "I'm a wizard-so were my parents. You…you're a muggle-born wizard."
Sara felt a little offended. "Muggle? What does that mean?"
"It just means non-magical people. And then…"
"You can fill me in later," Sara laughed, so excited her whole body was tingling. A witch? Her? That seemed highly impossible, yet awesome. "Right now I'll need my parent's permission."
"Oh," Emily bit her lip, not having thought about this problem. Sara's parents were very strict, and were highly unlikely to agreeing for Sara to go to a magic school.
"Yes…I'll need you to help me explain," she said softly.
The two girls jumped off the couch and ran downstairs, to where Sara's parents were sitting, reading the Muggle newspapers.
Candace Adams was wearing her thick red hair in a tight bun at the very top of her head. Her needle-point glasses were pointed down as she read the paper, her thin lips pursed in a tight line. Steven Adams was reading the paper too, while squinting at it, rather than wearing glasses.
"Hey…Mom? Dad?" Sara whispered quietly. Her parents had no idea how she acted when she was not around them. "I have something to ask you.
Candace sighed and looked at Sara disapprovingly. "You want to know if you can go to Hogwarts. The answer is no." She said this all in a flat, cold voice.
Sara gasped and looked at her friend Emily, so confused.
"You…already knew about Hogwarts?" She asked her mother, bewildered.
Candace shook her head slowly as she stared at her daughter. "Your aunt and uncle, Nymphadora and Remus, are witches and wizards. I had a feeling you would be the same. You cannot leave your education in the normal world." She glared at Emily.
Sara looked desperately at Emily, who slowly moved her hand to her pocket.
"What are you-" Sara whispered.
In that moment, Emily looked terrified, but pulled out what looked like a long wooden stick.
"Morseo!" She pointed it towards Candace Adams, who suddenly sat straight up and smiled at her daughter. "Of course you can go to Hogwarts," she said robotically. "We'll bring you to Diagon Alley tomorrow."