Chapter 1: The Surprising Letter

Olivia opened the door to find 4 scattered envelopes on the front door step. She reached down and picked them up. She walked into the living room and started to read who the letters were addressed to. For the first 3 letters she read:

Mr & Mrs L Prince

8 Gilmore Way

York 4567

For the forth letter she read:

Miss Olivia Prince

8 Gilmore Way

York 4567

Olivia gave the other letters to her mother and opened the envelope to the letter that was addressed to her. She read in the letter:

HOGWARTS SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore

(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorcerer, Chef Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confederation. of Wizards)

Dear Miss Prince,

We are please to inform you that you have a place at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.

Term begins on 1st September. We await your owl by no later then 31st July.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress

She re-read the letter several times but still, she was confused. She took the letter to her parents and they read it. They looked at each other first before looking back at Olivia.

"Dear, there is something that we never told," her mother said softly.

"You're a witch," her father said smiling,

"M-me a w-witch?" Olivia stuttered shaking her head,

"Yes," her father said again,

"But I can't be a witch, your not magic," she said confused more than ever.

"Ahh…but that is where you are wrong sweetie," her mother said taking Olivia's hand,

"What?" Olivia asked pulling away from her mother.

"Your mother and I are magic," her father said nodding,

"You mean to tell me, that for eleven years I have been a witch and you never told me?" she asked her temper rising,

"Yes, we didn't think you were old enough to know," Her mother said sadly,

"It doesn't matter anyway," she said quietly,

"I DON'T WANT TO BE A WITCH," she screamed before running up the stairs, into her room and locking the door.

Olivia read the rest of the letter and ripped it up. She chucked the scraps into the bin and hid under the covers, tears forming in her eyes.

"I am not a witch," she kept whispering until she fell asleep.