Hogwarts.

The name forever echoed in my mind as I read the italic print on my letter. My hands trembled as I opened it and as I quickly scanned through it, I felt a sudden rush of happiness. I had been selected to attend the school of magic.

I remember two years ago, my brother had received the exact same letter and since that day, I endlessly waited to receive mine.

I walked with my brother, my hand tucked inside his as I wandered around a place I had never been to before. He took me inside a shop called 'Ollivander's', he said it was special.

"Hello Mr. Ollivander" he smiled politely.

"Good day, my young boy. How can I help you today?" He replied, in a chirpy tone.

"My sister, she's starting her first year at Hogwarts, she's in need of a wand."

"No problem," Mr. Ollivander said, and then walked over to me "Are you nervous, my dear?"

I blushed and nodded my head, unable to say anything.

I watched as Mr. Ollivander took out numerous boxes full of wands. I gazed at all of them, wondering which would be mine.
I tried out many wands, but none worked. I started to get teary, what if I didn't get one? What if I wasn't good enough?

"Hmm," he hesitated, then took out a box "try this one."

I took the wand and held it in a light gesture, "accio!" I whispered, for what felt like the millionth time.

To my amazement, a book that I pointed my wand at, flew straight to me. A smile instantly beamed from cheek to cheek.

"Perfect," my brother said, then ruffled my hair. "What type of wand is it, Mr. Ollivander?"

He put some reading glasses on and read aloud from the box "It's a 10 and a half inch Rosewood with Unicorn Tail core," he smiled at my brother, "you both have Unicorn Tale cores. You should be very proud, Unicorn Tail cores are best for the pure of heart"
He handed me my wand and I accepted it, feeling immensley happy with myself.

My brother and I carried on walking until we got to the station, he told me we had to go to Platform nine and three quarters, but I couldn't see it anywhere.

I tugged at his jumper, "where's our platform?" I whispered, confused.

"You'll see" he smiled.
I didn't understand, but I never doubted my brother. We went to get a trolley to put our bags on then he bent down to whisper something to me.

"Listen, you have to do exactly what I say. Can you do that for me?"

I nodded quickly.

"Sit on the trolley, on top of our bags, and hold on tightly, okay?"

"Okay," I sat on our bags and grasped tightly to the sides of the trolley. My heart started beating faster, and my brother knew.

"Close your eyes if you want to, it won't take long, I promise." he said in a calming tone. "You ready?"

I gently shut my eyes and whispered "yes."

I felt the trolley go faster and faster then all of a sudden, it stopped.

"Whoa, what happened there? Did we pass through a wall or something?!" I said in a sarcastic manner.

He laughed "Well done, you got the idea quicker than I did."
I stared at him blankly, still confused by this whole situation.

"Come on," he took my hand, "Let me explain to you on the train..."