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I looked out to the world on the other side of my window. The world I would never be a part of.
Prologue:
I really love my room. It isn't the best room in the world but I still love it. I had to love it. It was the best my mom could do.
My mom is a maid that cleans out all the local shops in Diagon Alley. And of course, she's a muggle. I think the only reason she is even allowed to clean the shops in Diagon Alley is because her sister is a witch. That's how we know about the wizards and witches that walk just behind our small apartment.
Why do we live such poor lives? Shouldn't my mom's 'witch' sister help us out at least? Well, if you though my mother's sister could help us out your wrong. Gloria, my mother's sister, was murdered by He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named just a month before I was born. I'm not sure on all the details but it was in some alley way in the night time.
"Lucinda!" my mother called out to indicate that she was home and dinner was ready.
"Coming!" I tried to holler out.
Chapter one:
The wind blew furiously out side. I could tell by the constant banging of the branches of a tree outside my window. I couldn't go to sleep at all with this consistent banging! I finally got out and went to get a look outside at what was happening.
I looked out to the world on the other side of my window. The world I would never be a part of.
I saw a dark figure suddenly round the corner onto my street. I drew in a quick breath and kept my eyes on this strange person. Could it be some dark psycho path wizard? Or maybe I was just imagining this wizard as a bad person. I mean I didn't even know the first thing about wizards and witches except for the fact that they could do magic. Then I heard it:
"Turn at the next corner, then walk ten paces and make a right,"
"Yes master. "
What?!! This was impossible. I decided by this point that I had gone mad.
First of all, how would be able to hear this persons thoughts? I'm not even a witch!
Second, if I was hearing this persons thoughts how could there be two people talking? If I heard right there was a command and then a response. It was impossible.
Suddenly I heard the mail slot make a loud snap. Who in the world would be giving out mail at an hour like this? I raced down stairs and stared at the floor. There, right there, in my living room was a letter that would change my life forever…
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