It was such a strange moment, when it arrived. My mum said it would be a very special day, but as i woke, i heard it come in throught the letter box. Dad said the rest of that day's post came about an hour or so later. My birthday that year had been the best of my life. Mum, Dad, Grace and William all came up into my room with breakfast in bed, all neatly arranged on a tray, with the letter taking pride of place in front of the plate. I ignored the hot chocolate and pancakes, and tore the letter open with shaking hands, giving myself a paper cut in the process. I read the whole thing exactly three times. I still couldn't believe it was really here, the thing my parents had told me about since i was born, originating in fairy stories at bedtime. It felt like a fairytale now, everyone's smiling faces looking at me, Grace and William both intensely jellious. They were twins, and still had three years to wait before this moment would happen to them. That felt sort of satisfying, that i got to treasure this on my own. That same day, my parents dropped Grace and William next door with old Miss Lemontea, and they took me to Diagon Alley, and it felt like i could leave my old life behind and start a fresh.