Prologue: "The Letter"
The name's Chandni Himani. Yeah, just another Indian-English citizen. Parents are completely Indian as well. They had the whole arranged marriage crap, too. So I'm the first generation to not live in the villages of India! Woot, achievement. My dad's a civil engineer, who makes a pretty good income. My mum's a housewife, but not really. Yes, she does all the housework at home, but she doesn't behave like typical housewives in Watford, England. Point blank, she's not snobby about all the other housewives. Partially because she doesn't speak a whole lot of English. I have two siblings, a younger sister who is eight and a brother who is five. I'm eleven. So I should be ending my primary school education soon. Time to go off to Watford Grammar School for Girls! That had been my parents' plan since they first immigrated to England. Have three kids, the first child be the smartest (aka most successful), the second the most social, and the last to be the favorite. So far, the plan worked. Then, it was to have the kids go to an all-girls school or an all-boys school after primary school, and then go to a prestigious university. Well, it sounded all nice and organized, until August 1st, 1971. That was the day the plan failed. That was the day everything changed. That was the day I got my letter.
My letter to Hogwarts.
I'm not going to be one of those annoying authors who ask to review every single chapter, just so you know. I prefer my stories to be... less tacky? This is just the prologue, so don't be expecting this story to be 200 words per chapter. Questions, comments, and concerns will be answered after every chapter, though I doubt I'll have billions of those piling up. So just enjoy the story! Hopefully.