'All was well.'

My eyes hovered on that last line, the words ringing inside my head. Tears formed in my tired eyes, drops rolling down my freckled cheek.

No, it can't be. It can't be the last book. I flipped over the next pages, looking for something, anything. Blank pages stared at me in the face, ending the story that I had grown up with. This isn't how it was meant to end, what about Harry, Ron, and Hermione? What about their children? What will become of Hogwarts? The teachers?

My mind raced with unanswered questions, my whole childhood flashing before my eyes. With shaking hands, I gently placed the book onto my bedside table, still open on the last page. I didn't want to shut it; for if I did, it would feel like I was shutting the book on my childhood. Whilst placing the book, my eyes caught the time on my alarm clock. It was 3.54 am - I had been reading the book all night.

I lay down in my bed, unanswered questions running through my mind. I couldn't believe it was over. I got up from my bed and walked over to my window. I opened the window panes, and a strong gush of the midnight air flew into my face. I looked into the darkened horizon, and sighed. There was a world out there, I knew it. It wasn't just words in a book. It was real.

A sudden hoot of an owl came from my right, and I turned my head to find a ruffled-feathered brawny owl looking at me, sitting on the top of the lamppost near my window. Its wide yellow eyes were looking at me intensely.

I turned my head away from the owl, looking out into the darkness. I thought about Hogwarts; and how amazing it would be if I was lucky enough to get sent an acceptance letter this year. I was turning eleven today, and just imagine if an owl came and..

I stopped my thoughts. I slowly turned my head towards the owl to my right. His head twitched from side to side, and it gave another hoot. My eyes dropped down to its talons, and there was an envelope.

I stared at it, not moving. My eyes were fixed on the piece of parchment it was holding. Could it be? Was it?

I shook my head; it must be for somebody else. It couldn't be for me. I pulled my attention away from the envelope, and looked out once more into the distance. I was filled with curiosity and disappointment, not sure which emotion was stronger.

The owl gave a hoot once again, and this time it hopped onto the window ledge. I looked at it with curiosity, whilst it seemed to edge nearer. It's beak nudged my arm, and dropped the letter into my hand.

I looked at it intensely, my finger tracing the blood-red wax seal on the back. I turned over the envelope, my hands shaking with anticipation.

I looked at the owl, who was eyeing me with interest. It kept looking at me, and then at the paper, and back at me again, signalling for me to open it.

My eyes dropped to the envelope which read;

Miss Hannah Barnes
52b Warwick Street
London
SW15 3JY

I stood there, still. That was my name. That was my address. This letter.. is for me. I couldn't help but dance around the room squealing as I realised that it was my letter. The owl seemed rather taken aback by this, and looked at me with extremely wide eyes as if I was crazy.

I came back to the window, taking a large breath, composing myself. I slit open the top of the envelope and pulled out the letter.

I bit my lip as I unfolded the piece of parchment. It read;

HOGWARTS SCHOOL
of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY

Headmaster:Proffessor McGonagall
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock,
Supreme Mugwump,International Confed. of Wizards)

Dear Miss Hannah Barnes,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted atHogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on September 1st. We await your owl by no later than July 31st.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress

I was going to Hogwarts.