Jessica Potter had never known a point in her life were she had been ordered to do well, no, extortionately spectacular. Why was this? Because she, at long last, received the best gift she could possibly receive on an eleventh birthday. Of course, this was no surprise, Jessica's father was the son of Harry Potter, her grandfather. Naturally Jessica would get the occasional special gift, and by now you've probably guessed what Jessica received, but you'd be wrong.

No, Jessica did not get a letter from Hogwarts, that had come a week ago. The headmaster at Hogwarts now was Bangin Neverwhoot, a younger man, only 37, but a very powerful wizard. He had calmed three dragons all at the same time while protecting his grandmother and grandfather. He at first was not believed but a Muggle had been caught with a recording of the event. So the tape was played, but the Muggle's memory of that day had been erased. Most wizards and witches still did not believe this ever happened. Neverwhoot had personally picked out Jessica's older brother, along with Jessica herself to go to Hogwarts.

Jessica's gift certainly wasn't an owl either, which she hoped she would be getting when her father and mother took her to Diagon Alley. Her family wasn't rich, but they weren't exactly poor either, so they could afford an owl. They had a good amount of money and never have had to live paycheck to paycheck. Jessica's father was a wizard. He traveled around helping study and record different creatures, or find out more on older beings. Jessica's Mother was a witch, but hadn't been to Hogwarts, she went to a different school other than Hogwarts. Jessica's parents first met at a Quidditch game between both their schools during their sixth year. Her mother worked at a library recording magical items down, mostly as a hobby, but did get a paid a little.

So no, Jessica got nothing of the sort on her birthday. Instead, Jessica got a broomstick. An old, worn, and dusty broomstick, that's wasn't even in one piece. However, this was Harry Potters original broomstick. His Nimbus 2000. And Jessica now owned it.

Of course, the Nimbus 2000 was a little outdated, and in pieces so no one in Jessica's family used the broom anymore, but kept it as a trophy, really. She wouldn't truly be getting a broom stick till next year. But this was incredibly amazing. So of course, she desperately wanted to try flying. Her brother had his own Nimbus 3000, which he no longer used, because he now had a Firebolt. This broomstick was also outdated, but still one of the best around. Jessica, who realized her parents had left the room, snuck over to her brothers old broom, which was lying uselessly against the wall. She picked up as quietly as possible and tiptoed to the front of her house.

Her brother old broom was made of a very dark wood, with light bristles at the end of it. Nimbus 3000 was carved into the top using gold. There were a few twigs out place along the broom, and a few of the bristles were bent, but otherwise the broom was in great condition.

As Jessica snuck by old Nan, the lady in a small painting above their door, the woman quickly breathed on the glass of her painting and wrote, "Bee carfil,". Old Nan was a terrible speller. Old Nan was a short, and plump lady with curly red hair with blue eyes that could almost be considered gray. She always had on a tight pink corset with a wide, white waistcoat. Jessica whispered that she be fine as she leaped out the door.

Jessica and her family live in the middle of no where. Deep within a forest near London in a clearing sat there three story, wooden house.

Now, Jessica thought this whole broom flying thing would be easy. Of course, she was a Potter, and Potters were great at flying brooms. Everyone in her family had gotten on the Gryffindor Quidditch team during their first year at Hogwarts. Usually as the seeker, but Jessica's brother, Jared, was the keeper.

Placing the broom on the ground, Jessica slowly breathed in, and then out. Now, Jessica was a confident girl. She had blond hair that fell down to her shoulders, and chocolate brown eyes. She had a tall long face, and was an average height for her age, maybe a little bit on the shorter side. She always tried living up to her brother's standards, and her families wishes.

"Up!" The Nimbus 3000 rocked left and right a bit but easily flew into Jessica's hand. Carefully, Jessica climbed on the broom, and leaned forward the tiniest bit. The broom slowly started to move forward and rise, so Jessica leaned forward a little more, hoping the broom would go faster. Unfortunately Jessica leaned a little too far forward.

Jessica was now clinging to the broom for her dear, dear life. Old Nan, who had traveled from her own painting too one with a better view, was petrified. So she started running from picture to picture, looking for Jessica's father, mother, or both of them.

Just now Jessica started to loose her grip, she was only 20 feet off the ground, but could easily break something. She felt so disappointed that she couldn't fly the broom. Dum Broom! I did everything correctly! She thought, trying to make the failure easier to take, even though she knew it was her own fault. Luckily for Jessica, she heard the sound of her brother, telling his firebolt broom, "Up!" Jared stared at Jessica, trying desperately to stop himself from laughing once he got up into the air.

Jared would be going for his Fifth year at Hogwarts, and was in Gryffindor. He was head of Gryffindor's Quidditch team. Jared was about a half a foot taller than Jessica and had Dirty Blond hair, that he claimed was chestnut brown. He also had brown eyes like Jessica, and a freckle here and there. His face was long but more round than Jessica. He was extremely fit from practice and playing Quidditch all year long.

"Don't. Say. One. Single. Word." Jessica warned.

"Jess," Jared snickered, "What did you do?" Jessica rolled her eyes and Jared grabbed the rounded end of Jessica's broom and quickly brought them both to the ground.

For the two weeks Jess stayed far away from Jared's broom, ashamed of her first screw up. Potters had always been naturally good at flying brooms! Jared let her keep it though, he had no reason for it anyway. Jessica couldn't tell if Jared was just being nice or had some trick up his sleeve for her. Jessica practically locked herself away in her room for a few days, until one day her father came in.

Jessica's father was a little over six feet tall and had black hair that always fell into his face. He had next to no freckles so people were often drawn to his bright green eyes.

"Jess?" Her father asked.

"Hmm?"

"Me and your mother have decided to take you to Diagon Alley on Sunday, in two days, ok?"

"Yes!"

Jessica forgot all the bought the silly broom and dreamed of what wand would choose her. What would its core be? How long would it be? What kind of carvings would be on it? However, she got bored in about twenty minutes, so she went to chat with Old Nan.

"Hello Nan!" Jessica said gleefully. Old Nan wrote, "helo Jes" in return. They sat there in silence for a few minutes, when Old Nan actually asked aloud,

"When are you going to Diagon Alley?" Old Nan almost never talked, but no one knew why. They didn't think she had vocal problems, she was a painting! So they had all come to the conclusion Old Nan just didn't like speaking. So Jessica was pleased to hear her old, soothing voice.

"Two days from today, so on Sunday." Old Nan nodded her head, then left her picture frame. Old Nan never actually reached Jessica's mother or father when Jessica was falling off the broom, because she ran into a picture of Harry, who was in the middle of napping. Jessica wasn't sure where she went, and was going to search for her when Jared and her father entered the room. Jared's face was bright pink and her Father looked furious, yet sad at the same time disappointed.

Jessica gulped, and her heart pounded in her chest. "Jessica Veronica Potter, how dare you not tell me you used Jared's broom?" Her father questioned, in a soft but angry voice.

"I-"

"Where is the broom?"

"I-It's in my room, but I can expl-"

"Go get it." Jessica was mortified, "NOW" Jessica flew up the stairs, literally. When ever she had extreme emotions, she tended to fly, well, really it was more like a hover. Or, she made other things float. But now always. Once when she was five, Jessica got so mad at Jared for stealing her chocolate frog it explode in Jared's face. Jessica grabbed Jared's old broom from her room and, this time, ran down the stairs.

"Why didn't you tell someone your were in going to try flying the broom?" He asked, more calmly than before, but only by a little.

"W-Well I thought I could fly it on m-my own."

Her father sighed, "Look, Jess, you know you have a tendency to hover at times?" Jessica nodded her head, she could hear the blood pounding in her ears. Her cheeks became flushed. "Sometimes, trying to fly on a broom can be really exciting and really nerve wracking, were you excited or nervous?"

After a small hesitation, Jess nodded again and mumbled, "Both" She looked over at Jared, who just shrugged.

"Well, maybe, that somehow affected your flying?" He did not sound a single bit confident on that. He was disappointed in Jessica. A Potter that couldn't fly a broomstick, ha! Tears started forming in Jessica's eyes. She nodded and ran into her room. Her younger sister, Grace, who was only five, has wandered into her room and was playing with her stick, which she thought was a real wand.

Grace had bright blond hair and shimmering blue eyes. She had a plump face and had just recently been taught what magic and wizards were. Grace had already made Jessica's hair turn green twice, and Jared's real wand float, much to its dismay when she got upset.

When she saw Jessica, she said, "Jess, what's wrong? I can make it better," She ran out of the room and Jessica sat on her bed. She put her head in her hands and tears flowed from her eyes. Her hair fell into her face, becoming damp. The flowers in a vase near her bed started to wilt extremely fast.

Jessica's room was the second smallest in her house. It was just big enough to include her bed, a dresser, and desk. It also has a book shelf nailed to the wall which, at the moment, held nothing, but would soon be filled with books for Hogwarts. The only room smaller than Jessica's room was Grace's, which contained her bed, a dresser, and a coat rack which had black blankets, her pretend robes, and her stick wand.

The flowers perked right back up when Jessica heard, "Happy, nap wapi!" Her younger sister Grace was standing in the door wearing her brothers wizard robes and hat, waving her stick. The hat almost covered her eyes and the robes trailed behind her. Jessica laughed just at the sight. A huge smile lit up Grace's face.

AN: Thanks for reading the first chapter of my story! Sorry for any spelling mistakes or things like that. If you have a comment or suggestion please leave it. Thanks!