Prologue

A pleasant sigh was breathed from a young woman in the city of Skive, Denmark. This woman was sitting in her ancient rocking chair, knitting a slightly large sweater. Her hair, which was a flaxen blond color, was tied up into a low, and loose, ponytail that fell onto her spinal cord. The sky blue eyes were determined to finish the base of the sweater by the end of the day. The lady was wearing a light pink t-shirt and a violet color skirt that stopped at her ankles.

Her stomach was a little bigger than usual, though. The woman was going to have her 10th baby in May of 1992. Her mouth twitched into a smile when she thought of the house during Christmas. The oldest child, being 20, would be messing around with the younger ones. Her two youngest, which were twins, would be causing laughter around the giant dining table while they ate some Danish pastry and flæskesteg for supper.

A sudden crash echoed throughout the whole house, snapping the woman out of her daze. She sighed, this time unpleasantly, setting down her knitting tools and pushing herself out of the chair. Slightly walking, but more of wobbling, over to the area where the crash came from, she noticed it was the twins, yet again. The two fraternal twins were running around the kitchen, trying to clean up the mess before their mother came to see what the problem was. The two eleven year old girls didn't notice their mother standing at the doorway, so they kept on talking and searching for a broom and dusting pan.

"This was your entire fault, you know." One twin said, plopping down to her knees and picking up some pieces of glass. This twin had the same milk chocolate hair that her father had, but was straight and not in a pony tail. Her eyes were not sky blue but a light violet color, a little like her mother's skirt. She was wearing dark faded jeans, a red long-sleeved shirt, and black sneakers.

"Shut up." The other hissed. "You bumped into me, so it is both are problem."

This one had completely different appearance than her sister. She had flaxen blond hair, just like her mother, but it was slightly curly and put into pigtails so it won't get in the way. Her eyes were not sky blue or violet, but they were a deep blood red color from her eyes bleeding when she was younger. She was wearing light faded jeans, a purple short-sleeved shirt, and black slip-on shoes.

"What happened this time?" Both of the girls jumped when hearing their mother's voice. The brunette accidentally dropped the glass pieces, making them shatter into smaller pieces and fly to the corners of the kitchen. The blond stopped searching through the cleaning cabinet and was rubbing her head from jumping.

"Mor!" The brunette nearly shouted out, but calmed herself down. Both of them forgot that their mother was staying home today because of the school year starting soon.

"I'll ask again, what happened in here again?" The woman put dramatic pronunciation on the word 'again' as she spoke it.

"N-Nothing hap-happened, mor." The blond stuttered, making it even more obvious that they broke something. "W-We were g-going to pl-play a game wi-with the cleaning to-tools."

"Åsa, you are the worst liar in all of Denmark!" The brunette exclaimed, turning her head towards the blond, or known as Åsa. "Mor, we accidentally bumped into each other and broke a plate and a glass cup. We are so sorry that we did again, but please don't punish us!"

"It's okay, Fritzie, Åsa." Both of the twins, Fritzie and Åsa, look up at their mother, Xenia, with shock. It was a rare chance to get their mother not to punish them for the screw ups. Every day they either get in trouble with the neighbors, break something important, or do something dangerous to get them grounded.

"That plate," Xenia took a deep breathe, " and glass cup were probably going to break someday."

Fritzie noticed that her mother took a deep breathe and was gritting her teeth, meaning that she was angrier than their father at the moment. Åsa, not noticing it, smiling and started to pick up the smaller pieces of glass, throwing them in the trash bin. After she finished picking up all the glass and throwing it away, she finally noticed that her sister was signaling her to follow her. The two eleven year olds slipped pass their angered mother and sprinted to their room. The house they lived in was a farm style, so it only had a first floor.

When the two locked the door, Fritzie sighed in relief and Åsa climbed up the ladder to her top bunk. Fritzie fell onto her bottom bunk, thinking about what the two just did again. It was silent in their room for a while, only the sound of breathing and pages in a book turning.

"Do-Do you think we will ever get out of Skive, Åsa?" Fritzie broke the unhealthy silence, making Åsa stop reading Dracula by Bram Stoker. There was a pause from Åsa, but then she replied.

"Well, I am." Åsa even shook her head while replying. "I'm going to travel all around the world and visit historical places like Bram Castle in Romania. Or the Aztec Pyramids in Central America. I don't know about you. You are to plain. Fritz, you always follow the rules, never breaking, so you might get out of Skive, but never out of the Nordic countries."

"You're the best younger twin anyone could have." Fritzie replied, sarcastically. "I think-"

Before Fritzie could tell Åsa what she thought, the two heard a loud bang against their only window. Åsa jumped down from her bed while Fritzie rolled out of hers. The two ran towards the window and opened hopping that it wasn't one of their bullies from the school. It wasn't.

On the ground was a colorful brown barn owl holding two letters. Before they even knew it, the barn owl was in their room and sitting on their old tea table from younger grade school. The beak opened and the owl dropped the two letters. Taking some old crackers, it started to eat them, looking at the twins.

"Wha . . .?" Åsa was about to ask a question, but Fritzie was already heading towards the table to take a envelope. Noticing that they are specifically labeled for each of them, Fritz gives Åsa hers and they both read the emerald green writing.

Ms. A. Gunnarssen (Ms. F. Gunnarssen)
Skive, Denmark
***** Street,
Room To The Right Of The Door
Top Bunk (Bottom Bunk)

The twins look back at each other, completely creeped out that the person who wrote the envelope knows exactly were they live and what bed they have. Opening the envelope, they unfold the letter and see the first couple words of the entire letter.

"Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry?" Åsa reads aloud. "This is probably a scam from the bullies at school."

As Åsa walks back to the bunk beds, Fritzie keeps reading the letter aloud.

"Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore. Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards." She stated. "Dear Ms. Gunnarssen, We are please 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 on September 1st. We await your owl by no later than July 31st. Yours sincerely, Minerva McGonagall, Deputy Headmistress."

The two were silent while they absorbed the information. Both of the twins were thinking that the bullies wouldn't think up some English names to trick them and get them excited about nothing.

"Wait!" Åsa suddenly shouted, making the owl shriek in shock. "That explains the reason why the paint magically flew and hit the teacher!"

"And that time the bully flew up and got stuck on the flag pole!" Fritzie agreed with what Åsa was thinking. "But . . . what should we tell mor? She knows about those incidents, but she probably believes that we-hey! Where are you going?"

As Fritzie was talking, Åsa started towards the door. After the door opened, Åsa turned and told her.

"I'm going to go tell mor about this!" After those eight words were shed, Åsa ran out the door, with Fritz following behind, quickly. The two passed the kitchen, dining room, and finally made it to the living room. What the two didn't expect to see what their dad there, sitting next to their mother on the sofa, calming her down.

"Erm. . . mor? Far?" Åsa questioned, catching their attention. The two stopped whispering and looked at their youngest child.

"Yes, Åsa?" Their father, Ammon, replied.

"W-Well-" Åsa was cut off by Fritzie, who knew that Åsa always stuttered with their father.

"Far, a brown barn owl hit our window and brought us a letter telling us that we are witches." Fritzie ignored her twin sister, who was kicking her shin, and stated it as blunt as she could.

"Can I see this letter?" Ammon held his hand out, which made Fritzie quickly step down the two stairs and give it to her father. The mother and father read it silently as the twins had a silent argument on how Fritzie told their parents. The two noticed that their father flipped it to the back and there was other hand written print.

"If you think this is fake, please don't. On July 20th, there will be a professor at Hogwarts who will guide your twins to the Wizard world to get their school supplies. Go to ***** Street, in London, England at half past 9. ~ Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry." Their father red aloud, making the two twins excited. "Well, if we want to find out if it is true, we have to go to England."

Their father got up, along with their mother, and turned back towards their two youngest.

"Go, we have to start packing. The 20th is in two days."