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This is my first fanfiction, so bare with me if it's a little rusty. I've been told it's good (no, not from my mom) but wanted people to finally read it for themselves. I'm hoping my muse will stick with me to finish this., as I have already written seven chapters and don't see anything ahead to stop me. But just enjoy! Also, I know I've already uploaded the chapter, but I wanted to put up some author's notes, end notes, etc. So, enjoy!
In Liverpool, the month of July is considered almost a holiday to children. School has been let out for the summer holidays, ice cream was drooping down their young cheeks, and they were eagerly unwilling to go back on the first of September. But for a young girl with brown hair and brown eyes just reaching her eleventh year of life, summer was her least favorite time of the year. This girl's name was Jennifer Scowly, and she was the richest girl in all of Britain.
Her parents were top executives in an international investment company making fifty to hundred million pounds a year. Jennifer went to one of the best schools in the country; always loving the atmosphere her classroom gave her, which motivated her to try her best.
This was one of the reasons she always hated going back home for the summer holidays, this and her parents being very mixed on how to spend their vacation time.
"We should go visit Miami this year love, we've never been there before." said Mr. Scowly. This usually goes on every year, with Mrs. Scowly always replying, "But I have dear, why not Tokyo?" The only difference every year is the place, with Mrs. Scowly always getting the final say. The parents, however, almost never asked Jennifer her opinion, no matter the situation. It usually never bothered her, but this year she felt hurt, as though her parents had forgotten her.
Nevertheless, whenever Jennifer asked her parents to go somewhere, the same reply always reached her young sad ears, "Don't worry honey. This is an adult's matter. Go run along and play with your dolls." But whenever her parents said this, peculiar things started to occur.
When her parents told her this when she was eight years old, Jennifer went up to do what she was told. However, her anger was terribly strong, and no later than five minutes had passed by when she noticed her dolls melted to their plastic core.
This same situation happened every year. Her parents gave her this response, and then something out of the ordinary happened. Most recently this happened two months after Jennifer's tenth birthday. Her loving housekeeper Mrs. Reynolds had brought a sobbing Jennifer her favorite lunch (acquired after a unpleasant visit to New York City, which is an entirely different story involving a shrunken FAO Schwarz Big Piano and a giant-sized hotdog), grilled cheese and egg cream, and the housekeeper started to comfort Jennifer as her parents once again declined to hear what Jennifer had to say about their summer arrangements.
She was annoyed that her housekeeper was feeling bad for her, and sad that her parents would never consider what she had to say. All of her feelings then exploded inside of her, which blinded her from seeing the egg cream quickly evaporating and her grilled cheese bursting into flames.
It was a quiet, warm day in the middle of July, and while young children were running around enjoying their holidays, Jennifer was in her bedroom listening to impairing music, hoping to deafen her ears in order to ignore the singing of "Happy Birthday" and all of the birthday wished that came with it. Jennifer finally concluded that there was no other alternative and got up and walked towards her bedroom door.
She was just about to step out when she heard a soft tick-tick on her window. When she turned her head just a half of an inch, she saw a young tawny owl holding a manila envelope, waiting patiently.
Jennifer was confused and scared, as who would want to deliver mail to her through owl, much less at all. She didn't have friends at school, mostly because they were afraid of her parents, who had the strictest security in all of Britain (besides the Queen).
It must be a mistake, thought Jennifer. It's probably lost or something. She walked towards the window, opened it, and did her best to explain to the owl her conclusions.
"Well, um, Mr. Owl I presume? That's probably not your name, but whatever. Um, so I think you may have the wrong address, or maybe you needed my parents. You see, I usually don't receive mail, especially by owl. So… yeah." It must not comprehend what I'm saying, concluded Jennifer. "Let me see your letter, maybe I can help you find who you're looking for." Jennifer then grabbed the letter from the owl's beak, observed the recipient's address, and her heart did a backwards flip. The letter was addressed to exactly where she sitting, saying:
Miss Jennifer Scowly
The Windowsill in the Bedroom
450, Scowly Street, Liverpool, L16 1MB
The return address confused Jennifer most of all, more than the sender knowing where she sat at that very moment. The return address on the letter read:
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Headmistress Minerva McGonagall
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