HOGWART YEARS
Chapter 1: First Letter




A flaring ringing exploded into the decorative little room in which a young girl slept in. This room was slightly larger than your ordinary room and the walls were plastered with white, blue flower printed wallpaper. The soft glow of the morning sunlight was blocked by tender blue, ruffled shades as the light tried its hardest to shine into the wood floorboard. In the upper right hand corner of the room was a twin bed with sheets that matched the shades and the wallpaper. Then came a soft moan and stirring under the warmness of the blankets, pillows and sheets. To the side of the bed was a tiny table with a lamp, a digital clock, a glass of water, an unhooked watch, and a pair of oval glasses. Right at the foot of the bed was a large wooden trunk with a puffy teddy bear sitting on it. Across the bed was a wooden dresser with golden handles and a fleece mat decorating the top. There was a cornered desk where a medium television sat. This room had an unusual coziness to it and it gave it a welcoming atmosphere.

Then suddenly, the warmness and just silent mood of the room was interrupted by an ear-burning ring that fired from the base of the tiny, black, digital clock that was placed on the night desk next to the bed. A soft moan came from under the covers of the bed again as a hand slipped out from under them and pressed on a button atop of the clock, silencing the ringing. "Ugh, finally," came a tired and newly awakened female voice. The sheets stirred again and this time a young girl arose from under them. Her hair was a tender chestnut brown, her eyes a soft light brown. Her skin was a very light cinnamon and she was a tad bit meaty, but this looked well on her being she was tall for her age. She was an eleven-year-old girl, named Michelle Sidney.

It was seven fifthteen in the morning and this day was the best day in the world for her, for it was her eleventh birthday. A soft knock came from the door as a young boy who looked around her own age stood there, "Morning Misha! Wonderful morning, isn't it? Do I have news for you!" He said with a large and warm smile on his face. Michelle smiled at her younger sibling and stood up, stretching as she did. "What's the news Alex? Did mum get me something huge? Oh! Did she get me that book I wanted?" she said, smiling, "It's even better than that. Come down for breakfast and I'll show you." Alex said, turning and walking away before turning on his heel and popping his head through the door frame, "And Happy Birthday!" He said loudly, with brotherly love in his tone. Michelle smiled as she began to get ready for a new day.

She was very exited when she went down for breakfast thirty minutes later. Her hair was still damp as she sat at the table. Greeting her parents Michelle smiled and spoke up, "So, what's the news?" Alex grinned as he slipped her an envelope across the table. Alex was taller than his sister. His hair was short, spiked, black, but extremely wavy. His skin color was a little bit darker than his sisters and his eyes were a chocolate brown. He looked mostly like their father while on the other hand; Michelle looked a lot more like their mother.

Michelle moved her hand forward and took the envelope into her right hand as she brought it up to read the green inked writing, "What's this?" she said with a bit of surprise in her voice, "Open it, mama," said her Mom with a smile. Michelle did so as she ripped off the red seal and pulled out a thin sheet of paper with the same green ink. Her eyes moved back and forth as she read, "Dear Ms. Sidney, you have been accepted into Hogwarts, the school of Witchcraft and Wizardry." There was silence for a few minutes as Alex finally broke the awkwardness, "I got one, too. I got mine early, though. Usually wizards and witches are accepted into Hogwarts when they're eleven, but I was accepted now. Age ten!" he cheered. "I don't get it. I never knew I was a witch." Michelle said, still staring down at the paper, "Don't worry kid. Your mum's a witch and I'm a wizard. Makes sense, doesn't it?" their father said, taking a sip of his coffee, "Does it bother you being a witch, Misha?" Alex asked with an arched brow, "No, no. It's just really weird. I mean, I never shot anything out of my finger or anything and it feels weird knowing that I'm a witch. I guess I'm,"-she was quiet for a moment-"dumbstruck."

After breakfast, Michelle pulled her mom and dad to the side of the kitchen to speak with them, "Mum, Dad. I'm really not sure to believe I'm a witch. I know and I've known for a long time that you've both been a witch and wizard, but I don't know anything about Hogwarts and, well," Michelle said to her parents, pausing for a moment to bring in her courage, "I'm scared." She finished. Her mom threw her arms around her daughter and hugged her as her father chuckled, "Aw, you shouldn't be scared. It's going to be great!" said her mom, "Sure is, kiddo. You'll meet loads of people and you'll have a good time. Trust us," her dad reassured her. "Okay." Michelle said with a soft smile.

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"You need to take a chill pill! Look, I'll go ask mom to make us Butterbeer, okay?" Alex said. He was sitting on Michelle's bed as she ran around her room manically, "But, what's it like? Where is it? What do we need?" she panted as Alex sighed, "The list is here," Alex pulled out a sheet of paper with more green writing, handing it to her as he stood. "Read that and I'll be right back, okay?" he got up and walked out of her door, making his way down the hall to their parents room. Their dad had already left to work at the Ministry of Magic and their mother worked night shifts as a local coffee shop that was just down the street. Michelle felt exited, but at the same time scared that she would leave home for so long. She'd heard so many stories about Hogwarts from her parents and she always prayed that someday she'd get accepted, but now that she was accepted - she was scared.

Michelle sat on her bed with a thud, planting her face in her palms. Suddenly, there was a loud bang in front of her which was so loud and uncalled for, that it made her jump in fright, "God! You scared the living sh-huh?" Michelle began to scould, but stopped as her light brown orbs moved down to lock upon the cover of an old looking book with worn out gold letter that read, "Hogwarts, A History," Alex said, holding a bottle of Butterbeer in his right hand and another in his left. "What's this?" Michelle asked, picking up the book. "That should tell you most information on Hogwarts. Its mum's book. That's the only one she has left. Hey! Did you know Harry Potter attended Hogwarts? Mum had already graduated, though."
"Wow, that was a long time ago." Michelle smiled.
"I know. She says she never got to meet him." Alex continued, "Oh, yeah. I remember when she told us that. Wasn't mum in Hufflepuff?" Michelle asked. "I think. Want to go ask her?" he said, "No. Not now. Want to watch the tely?" she returned, grabbing her controller and flicking on the television in the corner.