"I'm a... A what?" I said, stunned. My eyes scanned the strange piece of paper clutched in my hands.
"Why was there an owl in your room and what... What is that?" Said my mother angrily, snatching the letter from my hands.
"Raven, what is this nonsense?!" She said after reading the letter several times.
"Remember that time when that desk caught fire? Or that time when you threw the book and-" I started, trying to make sense of it. But my mom cut me off with a snarl.
"If this letter is true... Those things happened because I'm a-" I said, but again I was cut off.
"Shut up! You are no such thing and you will certainly not be attending this... This," she said, pausing to check the name of the school. "Hogwarts," she said distastefully, angrily storming out of my room and slamming my door. She hadn't however, taken my equipment list or the train ticket. I had every intention of attending Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Following up on my intentions proved to be slightly difficult, but in no way impossible. Acquiring the necessary things I would need was the first obstacle. In London, I discovered a bar I'd never seen before and took my chances when I cautiously entered it. After a brief discussion with the barman Tom, I had entered Diagon Alley. But muggle money, as one of the storekeepers called it, was apparently not accepted in the Wizarding world. So I was forced to make a detour to Gringotts, the Wizard bank, to exchange my money. Unknown to my mother, I had collected a stash of money I'd knicked from them here and there. I'd been saving it since I was five.
Once I had a strange assortment of Wizard coins, I checked my list and decided to get a wand first as it sounded the most interesting.
And I was not disappointed as I told Ollivander, the wand-maker, that I required a wand.
After holding many what appeared to be wooden sticks and feeling rather foolish, I found the right wand, or according to Ollivander, it found me.
"Thirteen inches, made of yew with a phoenix feather core. Rather thinner than usual, excellent for counter-jinxes and defensive spells," said Ollivander, hastily shoving a slender wand at me. I took it and felt an instant warmth from the wand. A small fire flared from the tip.
"Ahh... An excellent wand. You'll be very happy with it," he murmured as I paid for it.
It didn't take long for me to gather the rest of my supplies.
When I returned home, my mother had gone out and I thankfully dumped all of the packages into an old trunk at the foot of my bed. They couldn't ask awkward questions if they weren't there. I fell asleep smiling.
I stared at the platforms on the station and glanced in confusion at the numbers. 9... 10. No 9 3/4. I would have been standing there for quite a long time if I hadn't noticed a boy with long silver hair push his trolley through a pillar between the platforms. Biting a nail nervously, I pushed my trolley through the seemingly solid wall... And emerged onto platform 9 3/4.
I hurriedly boarded the train and searched for an empty compartment.
I found the silver haired boy quickly.
"D-do you mind if I-I... C-Could I..." I stuttered.
"Not at all. However, my friends will be coming soon so as long as you don't mind," said the boy politely. I hesitated, but entered the compartment anyways. I had no way of knowing the boy smiling at me would become my greatest enemy, and was even more cruel than my mother. He says his name is Lucius... Lucius Malfoy.