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I am shaken awake after the long car ride by my sister, telling me that we are to our new house. She is so excited, but this to me is foreign, backward. I have no idea how my dad drove on the wrong side of the road. I would be a nervous wreck. The house we are moving into is two stories, and looks exactly like every other house in this housing addition. Same shape, same color, same everything. I will have to know the address so I don't get lost. I take a sharpie out of my pocket and write the address on the back of my hand. Number three, Privet Drive, I write in careful handwriting.
I'm so tired, I could just collapse on this sidewalk. I think back to the productive day I have had today. After helping my mom settle in to her new job as Potions master, the Hogwarts headmaster showed my mom and I around. I have no idea what he said, all I could focus on when I was around him was the entirely impressive beard on his face, like no joke, it was awesome.
After that, we went to the Headmaster's office, and I was sorted into Gryffindor. Another tour of the Gryffindor Tower, and I was off to the house to start unpacking while my mom went to pick up my school supplies. I walk into my room, and check the walls to see if the paint was dry. This is my favorite room in the house. Black walls, with purple and white accents. My three favorite colors. I put my posters on the wall, using a semi-permanent sticking charm. I wave of my wand, and my clothes are folding themselves and sorting into different drawers in my purple and white dresser. My bed is already made, a cami and a pair of pajama pants laid out on my bed. God, I love magic. My dad walks by, and sees how my room is in perfect order.
"you better fix this before you mom gets home," he tells me. My mom doesn't want me using magic for everything. I wave my wand, and some clothes fly out of my drawer, making a messy pile on the floor. My desk chair rolls into the middle of the room, some of the things on my desk going back in a box. I remove the sticking charm on my posters, and they fly into a box. I give my dad a smile.
" better?" I ask through a yawn. He nods and shuts my door as he walks out of my room. I roll over, falling asleep almost instantly.
I wake up to my mom yelling from the kitchen for all of us. I have no idea how she has the energy to get up every morning, run a half mile, shower, clean up a bit, and make breakfast, all before we wake up. It's like she's super woman. Or, she has a lot of coffee. My guess is the latter.
I dress before I go down, unlike my sister and dad. I guess it feels weird not being dressed when I eat breakfast. I guess I should stop that, because my mom hands me four containers of her AMAZING brownies. I love these things. With a fiery friggin passion.
"Go give these to the neighbors after you get ready," she tells me. She puts a stack of pancakes on my plate and slides the syrup towards me.
" but I don't even know those people," tell her mid-bite. Table manners were never my thing. My sister giggles, and I stick tongue out at her, causing her to laugh loudly. My mom makes a disgusted face. " then, it's a great time to meet them," she says as she walks out of the kitchen. I finish my breakfast and go to get ready.
It's always a long process with me getting dressed, with several questions about the weather and what looks good to my parents. But today, I dress in a bright yellow tank top and white short-shorts, since I was told it was hot out. And boy, were they right. As I walk to the first house, delicious brownies in hand, I knock on the door and a man answers. I greet him, give him the brownies, he welcomes me, and I am off on my merry friggin way. I go to the next house, and an older woman thanks me for the brownies as one off her cats crawls out the door.
The last house I go to has a boy about my age working on the flower bed out front. Before I make my presence known, I take a moment to appreciate the scenery, and I don't mean the flowers. Taller, maybe a little skinny, but with nice muscles, and messy black hair. Definitely cute. I walk up the sidewalk, and introduce myself. And his reply shocks me.
" hi, I'm Harry Potter."