Cupid and Psyche
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, or Hogwarts.
Claimer: But I do own Adel. :P
It was still black outside my window when I woke up. My heart was beating like crazy and my long auburn hair was sticking to the nape of my neck. I put it up in a ponytail and waited for the staccato rhythm of my heart to slow down.
Just as it was back at a reasonable pace, I remembered the dream I had and it sped right back up. It was the same dream I had been having for a month. It is where I am in a forest singing, like I do when I'm sad. The weird part is what happens next. Right as I hit the high note in the song, I'm swooped up and am flying. I look down and see a huge castle beneath me, rust on the windows, chips in the stone, it is so real. I scream because, while it is pretty, I am terrified of heights. But when I scream, it comes out a name. Someone whispers in my ear that it will be alright and I believe them.
The worst part was that all of my dreams happen. I keep on having them until they do. But how? It is so strange, that it could never happen! Will I just keep having that dream forever?
I decided that I wouldn't be getting any more sleep that night so I got up and went down stairs. I got my favorite book out and started to read, my headphones in my ears. By the time I put down the book, it was light out and I could smell fresh coffee in the kitchen. When I come inside, I see my mom getting ready for work and muttering to herself, trying to see if she has everything.
"Hello." I say in greeting.
"Oh, hi sweetie. I'm off for work now, but make sure you get some of your summer math done. Okay?"
"Not making any promises." I say back, as I always do.
"Right." She laughs back. She knows if I don't do it by the time she's back, she'll just make me do it later.
Once she's gone, I grab a blanket from the hall closet and go outside to soak up some good ol' vitamin D. As I lay there, my hair fanning out around me I look up in the sky. As I look up I see a large bird flying towards my yard. I think it might be a hawk, because we have a lot of those around here, but as it gets closer I can see that it's really an owl. Wait, what? It's daytime in the middle of the summer! And what's worse, it wasn't coming towards my lawn; it was coming towards me.
"AHHHHhhhh!" I yell while getting up and out of the blanket it decided to use as a landing strip. The small copper owl fluttered as it landed and abruptly looked at me. It held out its leg, where I could see a small piece of paper attached. I tentatively walked towards it and stuck my hand out.
"Do you want me to take that?" I asked, not expecting an answer. To my surprise, the small creature nodded. Not seeing how this could be any weirder, I grabbed the paper and unfolded it to read. It was strange, thinner than regular paper and seaming to be made out of something else, then I realized that it was parchment. My name and address were printed on the envelope in green, spidery script. There was a strange symbol on the front that was holding it closed that looked like one of those prep school logos that I sort of wish my school had. The small owl flew off, knowing its job was done, leaving me alone to read.
Dear Ms. Adel Freedman,
It is my pleasure to inform you that you are accepted to Hogwarts, school of Witch craft and wizardry. Unfortunately, it is also my duty to inform you that there are some complications. You see, you are currently fourteen, turning fifteen in September, and the usual acceptation age is eleven. The reason for this late acceptance is that you are no ordinary witch. In fact, you are not a witch at all, but a prophetess.
Due to your unorthodox abilities, you will be having several different classes compared to other witches and wizards of your age. It will be further discussed when we see you at the beginning of term, starting September first. Thank you and we expect your reply, via owl in three days time. Since you do not own one I presume, one will come to your house then.
Thank you,
Albus Dumbledore
Headmaster of Hogwarts
Wow. That was… Crazy! What the hell was that all about? Honestly, that was a weird prank for one of my friends to play. Weird…
But, now that I think about it, it makes sense. All those weird dreams… I haven't told anyone about that, not even Mary, my best friend. I heaved a great sigh and flopped down on the crumpled blanket that the beautiful bird had previously preoccupied. This was real. This wasn't a dream- or a… a… vision? Whoa. I just don't know. I stayed like that for a very long time, until the sun was almost half way through the sky. I got up and walked inside. Wow, only half a day and my whole life has been turned upside down…
Hey, so how was it? It hasn't been bata-ed and I'm kinda new at this, so can you let me know if you have any complaints? K Thx!
Bye,
Lilie
P.S.: I am American, so I probably won't ever use any English slang, unless it gets on any of ya'll's nerves. Luv ya!