Authors Note: Hi everyone! Nebula wrote this fanfiction. Also, if you ever got a review from someone named Orbitthesun then this is the same person. Please no super duper really harsh reviews, but I enjoy constructed critique. Lastly, I want to quickly apologize to anyone who has their names used in this fanfic and don't enjoy the character. Trust me, I don't mean to offend you if you read a name then take sudden offense. Thanks!
~Nebula
Disclaimer: Do I look like I am an adult? No? So why do you think that I am JK Rowling...
/flashback/
I slowly opened my eyes a crack as the bright sunlight streamed in through the bedroom window. The pile of straw that I call my bed had become a mess while I had been sleeping. I rubbed my eyes and looked around the room. Downstairs I could hear Miss Park, the person in charge of our orphanage yelling at some poor girl downstairs. I quickly changed into a pair of jeans and a t-shirt before rushing down the stairs to complete my morning chores.
"Little girl, where do you think you are going?" a high-pitched voice called in my direction. A quick glace behind me showed Brittany AKA Little Miss Drama Queen.
"No where Brittany." I called, "Anyways what do you think you are doing, meddling with my business?" Brittany was flabbergasted. Speechless. Completely out of words. I giggled softly under my breath.
"Serves her right!" I thought.
/end of flashback/
I remembered that day clear as glass. I was five. Now I am ten, almost eleven. My birthday is in three days. As said three days past, I worked just as diligently as normal, always getting my morning, noon and nightly chores done faster then the allotted amount of time we were given. I did everything right, but nothing seemed to be enough for Miss Park.
On the morning of my birthday, a letter in a parchment envelope was dropped on my bed by a beautiful owl. I picked the letter up and ran downstairs to Miss Park to see what was up with this letter. I had never seen anything like it before.
"You got it! Finally!" I heard Miss Park exclaim when I ran up to her showing her my letter, "Thank god Emily, for a while I thought you were a squib."
"What's a squib?" I asked hesitantly.
"Oh never mind." Miss Park said quickly, "We better take you to Diagon Alley before you go to Hogwarts."
"What is Hogwarts?" I heard someone say behind me.
"None of your business, Brittany." Miss Park said shortly to her, "Come on Em, we should be going."
I quickly changed out of my pajamas and into normal everyday clothing. My feet pulled me down the stairs faster than I had ever run before. When I had found Miss Park again, she was dressed in some weird, robe-like clothing. We got into her car and she drove us to a small pub called The Leaky Calderon, I was confused.
"I thought we were going to Diagon Alley." I said. Miss Park just gave me a small smile, and pushed me through the crowed room. When we got to an alley behind the pub, Miss Park took out a long wooden stick and lead me over to a wall on the right of where we had been standing. She tapped a bunch of bricks in a random order and a hole suddenly appeared in the middle of the wall. The hole kept growing until it suddenly stopped.
Miss Park pushed me through the hole and we entered an alley with many stores with queer names, like "Gringotts" and "Flourish and Blotts". It was very strange.