Why hello there!
So this is the first chapter of my brand-spankin'-new story! :D
This story is set after Deathly Hallows in the time where Albus is starting school (depending on how you view it, it could be counted as in or out of Deathly Hallows).
Here's hoping you will enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it.
Now... On with the show!
Disclaimer: The only way I would ever be JK Rowling is if I drank some polyjuice potion! Even then, I wouldn't own any of the original characters.
Chapter 1 – Amazing News
I woke up with a jolt as I felt my brother, Christian, land on top of me with a howl of laughter.
"Get off me you overgrown baboon!" I cried out after he sprawled out across me.
"Now see here, I do not have a huge red ass." Chris exclaimed in what was supposed to be a professor's voice.
"Well, I won't disagree with her on the huge ass thing, but I'm pretty sure if you don't get off her before Mum finds you, your ass will be red."
I sighed in relief. Michael had come to save me at last!
"Besides, I'm pretty sure it's not healthy for anyone to be that shade of purple." He chuckled as I poked my head out of under the covers.
"Kids! Breakfast!" My mother called out from the kitchen downstairs.
I couldn't be sure if it was the fact that he heard Mum coming upstairs to make sure we were all awake or if it was the mention of breakfast, but either way I couldn't care because Chris was finally off me and already out of my bedroom.
Mikey had followed suit and exited my room to give me my morning privacy – which I usually had to scream for.
"Morning Ali." Mum called out as I entered the kitchen to find everyone already eating.
"Morning Ali." My brothers all mocked in high pitched voices which were supposed to sound like Mum's.
"Morning Mum. Morning idiots." I greeted them all and noticed Dad wasn't at the table.
I would have asked where he was if it wasn't for the fact I had just finished stuffing toast in my mouth.
I watched as my brothers began fighting over who would get the last piece of toast.
"You already had six! I've only had four." Mikey tried to reason with Chris while Ridge just rolled his eyes and picked up the last piece.
"NOO!!!" Both Mikey and Chris screamed in unison and jumped at Ridge from either side causing all three of them to fall backwards out of their chairs.
Luckily my Mum – who was used to things like this happening – was able to think quick and the boys chairs changed into soft cushions so they wouldn't break anything."All for a stupid piece of toast." I sighed. I went to grab the last egg but the Chris went for the grab at the same time I did. "That's my egg! You already had three! I've only had one."
There was another fight like that over who would get the last of the bacon – which I didn't participate in because I am a vegetarian – we all went off to do their own things.
Mum stayed in the kitchen to clean up, Ridge had gone up to his room, Mikey went into the living room looking for his paintbrushes, which Chris had hidden last night, Chris had run off outside as fast as his legs would take him – most probably so he wouldn't get in trouble off mum and Mikey for hiding his precious paintbrushes and I went back to my room so I could feed my favourite pet. My snake Skittles!
Skittles was given to me by my Gramps last Christmas. He was only really small when he was given to me and hadn't grown much since.
He was a python of some kind, but he was different still. Because really, how many pythons do you see that change colour according to their mood?
That was how he had gotten his name. My Gran loves the muggle sweet and she had placed a few out to eat as snacks for me and my brothers the same Christmas I got Skittles.
He had been an icy blue when he had first been taken out of his tank but the second I had started to run my hand down his back, Skittles had gone a bright yellow.
But now as I closed my door behind me and saw him out of the corner of my eye, he was the dullest grey I had ever seen.
If there was one thing I had learnt about Skittles since he had been given to me, it was how to interpret his various shades and colours so I could know his mood.
At least the live mice should make him happier.
I quickly pulled a few from the cage next to Skittles' tank and dumped them in with him.
Surely enough, Skittles had turned pink as he chased the mice around his large tank.
"Ali! Ali, mail's here!" Chris's voice echoed all the way up the stairs to my room at the end of the hall.
Sighing, I left Skittles to his breakfast and walked back down stairs to the living room where my family – excluding dad – all sat looking at a bunch of letters on the table.
There were at least six, all addressed to me.
I quickly picked up my pile and looked through them.
One from my friend from America, one from my friend from France, one from my friend from Australia, one from my gramps, one from my Grandpa Alexander and...
I dropped all the letters that I had been holding in my other hand and looked down at the one letter in my left hand.
The silver writing was enough to make me stop and read it but it wasn't the colour it was written in that caught me, it was the words.
Miss A. Lyle
The Room at the End of the Hall
18 Ferrers Lane
Outskirts of Woodbury
Devon
Only one place would address me like this... I turned over the envelope to see a purple seal with the lion, the eagle, the badger and the snake surrounding the big 'H'.
I was jumping, like literally jumping up and down on the spot!
Chris had teased me for years that the letter wouldn't come, but here it was... but was it good?
With trembling hands I opened the back of the envelope and almost ripped the parchment inside by the force I yanked it out with.
I quickly read to make sure this wasn't some elaborate joke Chris was playing on me.
HOGWARTS SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY
Headmaster: Filius Flitwick
Dear Miss Lyle,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been placed at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 31 July.
Yours sincerely,
Adrian Kimik
Deputy Headmaster
"I got it!" I squealed and handed the letter to my mum. "I got in! I got in!" I turned to Chris and blew a raspberry before yelling at the top of my lungs. "I GOT IN!!"
"Well no duh! Why wouldn't they let you in? They let Ridge in didn't they?" Mikey joked which earned him a hit on the back of the head from Ridge.
"I'm not going to have to wear the boy's old school clothes am I?" I asked my mum, my nose wrinkling of wearing anything that has touched Chris's body.
"No, you get all new stuff."
"What?!" Ridge, Mikey and Chris yelled in unison.
"You all do." She smiled but none of us got it.
Our family had been facing a bit of a lax in money after dad got fired from his previous job. We had all had to cut back on stuff and even, ugh, share.
"Ali's not the only one with a surprise in the mail today." She smiled as she pulled out two envelopes from behind her back.
"I opened them before I called all you in here to get your own mail... Your father got a job!" She smiled as we all cheered. "Now hang on, there is someone who should be celebrating this but was too paranoid to get out of bed this morning because he thought it would be a no. So! Who wants to go jump on your father?"
Without further hesitation both Chris and I raced up the stairs, pushing and shoving each other along the way towards Mum and Dad's room on the third floor.
"Get lost dweeb! I am the pro at waking up people." Chris yelled as he pushed me into the wall just as we reached the bottom of the stairs to go up to the third floor.
"That may be true, but Dad loves me more." I poked my tongue out at him again and kicked him in the back of the leg which made him fall to the floor at the top of the stairs.
"DAADDYY!!" I called as I wrenched open the door and flung myself on the bed next to him.
"Wake up!" I pouted and saw his eyes open to look at me still pouting.
A smile began forming on his face before he disappeared under a bunch of blankets.
But it wasn't him who was under them, it was me! He had thrown the blankets off him and they had gone over me.
Pulling the covers off me I saw Dad sitting up looking stunned as Chris stood next to the bed with a triumphant look on his face.
"There's a letter downstairs with your name on it Dad." He laughed when he saw me sitting there, my hair all a mess.
"There's also a letter downstairs with little miss perfect's name on it too." He poked his tongue out at me now.
Oh he did not just steal my amazing news!
He will pay for that.
So what did everyone think?
Should I continue or just scrap this whole thing?
Review with your answer.
I'll get to work on the next chapter, even though I may not end up continuing this story - it all depends on if I get reviews telling me to stay on it.
Muggles, I bid you goodbye!
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