A/N Hey guys, this is the first story I have put onto this site. My friend and I are actually writing this story together, not individually so it'll take a while for us to upload anything. We'd really appreciate it if you give us your thoughts and opinions to make the story more interesting.

Disclaimer: We don't own the Harry Potter series. It belongs to J.K Rowling and it wouldn't be as good if it had been written by us:)

The Beginning

I wake up at 7:30 AM with my dad shaking me awake. It took me awhile to wake up. I look at my calendar, which still seems to be a little fuzzy. It is the 3rd of October. I have a feeling that something exciting happens on this day, that there is some kind of event. 3rd of October…what is it? And then like a lightning bolt, it hits me. It's my birthday! I had waited for ages for this day! Because it is finally my special day, my 12th birthday. I quickly jump out of bed, rushing past my dad who is calling out "Happy Birthday" in a dazed voice behind me. I don't blame him. I did nearly knock him over in my excitement. I rush down the stairs to the living room where my family and most importantly presents (only on this day) lie in wait.

"So what did you get me?" I ask, not waiting for an answer as I rip open the presents.

"Hey, slow down!" my 18 year old brother Nick says, laughing.

"Yeah, you wouldn't want to ruin the suspenseful effect!" my 21 year old brother Jack jokes.

"Yes, you want to enjoy your presents to the fullest" my mum adds.

"Yeah, whatever. It's not like I wouldn't end up opening them anyway and – WOAH!"

I gaze in amazement at what I have just unwrapped. It is a book. But not just any book, in fact my favourite book. It is the fantastic, almighty, QUIDDITCH THROUGH THE AGES! From Harry Potter, of course.

"Awwww thanks so much guys. I love it!" I say, directing my words to my two brothers.

"Open the next one! It's from your mother and I," my dad says while walking back into the room. Seems like he finally got over the shock of nearly getting run over by me.

"Sure thing," I reply, my eyes drifting over to the thick rectangular shaped package by my feet. I grab it and turn it over in my hands. I have a feeling it's going to be something very cool, though I don't exactly know why. I start to slowly rip of the wrapping, the excitement beginning to take over me. I pull away the last of the wrapping paper to reveal the curly, elegant script at the top of the package. It looks familiar, and as I read it, my heart skips a beat. It was the very same thing I had wanted ever since I had seen it at that fateful night at the local shopping centre. It was…..