Nessa Hemins was fourteen years old. She lived her mother, Celia, and her father, Adam. Her life was like any other teenage girl's. She had tons of friends, even though she could be a haughty prat. She was extremely smart, and showed it too much. Her face was set in a permanent smirk, and Everyone seemed like a total idiot standing next to her.

Also, she was extremely pretty. Her raven black hair flowed down her back in smooth waves. She had a fairly shaped face, and hypnotizing deep emerald green eyes. She had long eyelashes and her deep red lips were full. All her friends would sigh in envy when they saw her.

One day, when Nessa stumbled downstairs to get some breakfast, her parents were sitting at the table looking at her in almost a patronizing way.

"What's the matter?" Nessa asked. She searched their eyes for some type of emotion, but only found hesitation.

"Nessa," Celia said uncomfortably, "there's something we have to show you. I think you can handle it now." Nessa's eyebrow's furrowed. What were they talking about?

Her mother handed her a large envelope. Nessa opened the package slowly. When she saw what was in it, Her eyes widened to the size of dinner plates.

HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY.

Headmaster: ALBUS DUMBLEDORE

(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards.)

Dear Ms. Hemins,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.

Term begins September 1. We await your owl by no later than July 31.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall,

Deputy Headmistress

Nessa stared open-mouthed at her parents. They looked ashamed. They should be. She thought. After an awkward moment of silence, Nessa was the one who spoke.

"Three years? You hid this from me for three years? I can't believe it!" she scolded them.

"It's the work of the devil." her father stated. "We didn't want our daughter mixed up in all of that." he said while patting his wife's hand.

"Well," Nessa continued, trying to hold back tears. "I'm going to Hogwarts." And with that, She ran to her room and cried into her pillow