A/N: First story for me. I really have no idea where this is going to go, so any suggestions would be nice. I take that back. I know where it's going a little bit, but still suggestions would be nice. :)

On to the story!

I do not own Harry Potter. At all. Sadly. I got my information from my head and the lovely site of pottermore. :)

Diary Entry 1

Hmmm, I don't really like diary. This is going to be my journal instead.

Journal Entry 1

I guess I should start with the basics of my life. My name is...actually I'll get back to that since I have a whole reason behind my name. I'm an eleven-year old, Caucasian girl and I live in Japan. I have brown hair, green eyes, and a funny, independent, yet shy personality. I am not a girly girl and would much rather play sports then go shopping. What else...Oh yeah, I'm a witch! In the magical sense, not the bad attitude sense. I guess that covers my looks and personality. Now for my background story.

I didn't have a normal childhood. I was raised by a very kind and caring Japanese couple whom I do call Mom and Dad. My parents run and maintain a panda sanctuary. They have both red pandas and giant pandas. They are so adorable and loving! Anyways, if you hadn't already guessed, I'm adopted. My birth parents had left me on a tree branch. Really! I'm not joking! Mom and Dad said they had to get a giant panda to let go of me. I've been helping out at the sanctuary ever since then. Oh yeah, my name. Since I looked so western, aka American, they decided to give me the most ancient American name ever Gertrude Margaret Spinsky. Needless to say, I have a nickname. I go by Marty.

The tree that I was found in is now my homework tree. I would always take my homework up there to complete. Pandas are surprisingly good company. Except for Rascal. Rascal is a red panda that ALWAYS stole my homework among other important things! I was in that tree when the first letter came. It was delivered by an owl with extremely shiny feathers. I was very confused to say the least. The letter said...

Mahoutokuro

Headmistress: Kimino Moriko (Then it said things that I didn't know the meaning of.)

Dear Gertrude Margaret Spinsky, (ugh, why did they have to name me that?)

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted to Mahoutokuro Magical School for Witches and Wizards. In this envelope is a list of supplies needed for your first year. Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later than July 31.

Yours Sincerely,

Asanuma Hajime, Deputy Headmaster.

I ran to my parents with the letter. I can remember thinking, I'm not a witch! I'm not magical. I'm just ordinary Marty! The biggest shock came from my parents. Turns out my mom was a squib, so she was beyond thrilled at the letter. She had told Dad about the magical world, so he wasn't that shocked. I was the only one losing my head over this. Mom sat me down and started to ask me some things so that I could see reason.

"Do you remember when you were little? You would levitate Rascal when he stole your stuff?"

"What? I levitated Rascal?"

"Yes, you did. That's when your father and I knew we had a very magical baby in our lives," my mom had said with a calm, kind smile.

"Well...what else happened?"

Mom then regaled me with stories of my younger, much more magical, self. She saved the best for the last. "You would also talk to the pandas." All I could do was stare and then I had just walked out of the room. I spent the rest of that day wandering around the sanctuary, just listening to my surroundings. Turns out I could understand what the pandas were saying. Many just talked about bamboo and how delicious it was. It was, oddly enough, quite relaxing to listen to.

Well, there you go Journal. My magical background. While I'm at it, I should write about my trip to the magical shopping place, Diagon Alley.

I had gotten a list of stuff to get for school. I was so excited about getting my wand. Mom told me about all the different kinds of wand woods and wand cores.

Apple for charming people, Blackthorn for warriors, Fir for survivors, Redwood for the lucky, and my favorite Cherry. Cherry is a rare wand wood, very powerful, and the owner of one is highly respected.

My favorite of the cores is phoenix feather. It is so amazing in power and in beauty! Dragon heartstring would be okay. It's for strong people, but I don't think I'm that strong. Unicorn hair was probably my most likely option.

Anyways, on to my account of Diagon Alley. Mom and I had gotten a hotel room to stay at. We were going to be there for a few days. Mom took us into a very loud restaurant in the morning, but she just walked to the back. We went into a storage room and Mom tapped the bricks in certain sequence.

"Mom," I had said, "what are you doing?"

"This is the only way a squib can enter Diagon Alley. The bricks recognize magical heritage, not one's own magical ability."

The first day we got all of the books I needed. I was exhausted. Who knew so much walking was needed in a magical place?

Day two was for window shopping. I got a set of robes, some wizard candy, looked at brooms, and we even went to the Owl Emporium and Magical Menagerie. The animals were nice, but they weren't pandas. I still didn't get my wand on that day. Ollivander's was closed for the day.

Day three, wand buying day! I went in to Ollivander's and waited in line for my wand. I finally got to the front and Mr. Ollivander handed me an Ash with Unicorn core. It didn't work, at all. It just sat there in my hand.

Mr. Ollivander sighed, "Nope. Not that one. Let's try this one." He handed me a Maple with Dragon Heartstring. That was a bad idea. The wand flew out of my hand and broke his office window.

"Sorry. Sorry. I'm so sorry," I apologized. I put my hands in my pockets. Mom was trying to hide a smile.

Mr. Ollivander said, "It's okay. It's okay. We know to stay away from Maple now, don't we?" He gave me a few more wands to try. None of them worked for me. Most caused some sort of catastrophe to happen. Then, it happened. Mr. Ollivander reached for a box on the third shelf. "Many people have tried this wand, but none have been a match for it. Let's see if it is meant for you." He opened the box and handed me a beautiful wand. I grabbed the handle and everything felt right. "Looks like we found your wand Miss Spinsky. It is a 12 ½ inch Cherry with dragon heartstring. Hmm, it's quite flexible as well. Very nice wand," he said approvingly.

It was the wand that I had wanted! I was so happy. Mom payed for the wand and she took me to the candy store again to celebrate.

My first few days of being a witch passed without incident. I guess my first few days of knowing that I was a witch. I couldn't wait for school to start. Maybe magical school would be better than muggle school? Maybe my friends wouldn't be pandas?

A/N: So I hope you liked it so far. Feedback would be nice. :)