Disclaimer: I don't own the Harry Potter series. :( This is going to be an AU story. I hope you enjoy this fanfic.

"Draco! Wake up! The letter has arrived!" my mom scream.

I wake up with a start. I bang my head off the wall.

I have been anticipating this moment all summer long, so I don't feel the pain.

The letter is a scholarship for the London Academy for Gifted Teenagers, so it is a pretty big deal. Who knew?

You can get into the school for anything ranging from artistically gifted, athletically gifted or for being academically gifted.

I feel my hands start to sweat. I begin to worry. What if I don't get in? What if they can't even bother to be polite about declining my scholarship? What if the letter just says one word, no?

I run down the stairs, tripping on the last few steps.

I manage to catch myself and land on my fee (that would be my soccer reflexes and all my other sports related reflexes).

I sprint into the kitchen.

I could hear murmuring coming from the living room.

I turn around and see my mom and dad smiling at me. I walk quickly up towards them and my mom hands me the letter. I look at the large, brown envelope in my hands. I can smell mint off the envelope. Is that weird? The smell is overwhelming. I slowly open the letter.

I cannot believe my eyes.

The letter is so long, at least four pages. It went on and on about tradition and requirements.

Dear Draco Malfoy Number 4 North pine Terrace,

Rose Avenue,

Surrey 4504

Congratulations Mr Malfoy. After reviewing your application form (and after sending a talent scout to watch one of your matches), we were only too delighted to accept you into our school for the gifted.

Term begins on the 4th of September. Before you arrive here, you must buy all the required material. I have enclosed a brief (brief! No way in hell was that brief) summary about tradition, requirements and expectations.

Thank you, Mr Malfoy.

With sincerest regards,

Mr Albus Dumbledore

Headmaster.

Anyway, the main thing is, they accepted me!

I'm going to the London Academy for Gifted Teenagers!

I look up at my mom and dad. They are nearly falling off their seats in anticipation. An evil thought creeps into my mind.

"I didn't get in," I say solemnly.

Just as their faces fell, I yell," Just joking! They accepted me. I am leaving on the fourth of September!"

They look at each other in sheer excitement and then at me. They both begin to jump up and down and we all start to dance like maniacs. Suddenly, we hear a scream behind us.

Now, this is no ordinary scream. It is mixed between a little girl's scream and a hamster squeak. The scream is coming from Al, our postman.

Ah, that makes sense. You see my family are the friendliest family in our neighbourhood. My parents are friends with everyone from our postman to the nastiest person ever. Well, not friends per say, more like acquaintances.

Mr Brown and his family are social hermits. They are fond of rolling in mud and never washing afterwards. They aren't mean or unfriendly, but more like clinically insane. In fact, they are clinically insane.

Anyway, Al is staring at us in complete horror. He always thought that we were sane. Well, that perception is completely shattered now.

"What are you doing?" he asks. He sounds like he is really afraid of us. It would be weird, if he wasn't.

We all shrug simultaneously and say," We are doing a happy dance."

Al then shrugs and says to my mom," Narcissa, I forgot to hand you another letter."

Al hands the letter to my mom. She opens the letter quickly and then she screams a happy scream.

"What?"

We are all curious, because that scream could mean anything at all. For instance, it could mean that we won a trip to Barbados.

"We have won a holiday to Barbados!" she shrieked.

I told you so, didn't I?

We start doing our happy dance again.

Let me introduce myself.

My name is Draco Malfoy. I am nearly fourteen years old. I have three brothers, Burt, Luke and Johnson. Luke is my twin. I also have a sister called Claudia.

We all have platinum blond hair and grey eyes.

My family are insanely lucky. We win everything, even if we don't enter a competition. Yeah I know it is freaky.

We all have a special talent. Mine is sport, in general. Claudia is a genius. Her IQ is 162. She is especially gifted in quantum physics. She is older than me by a year. She was accepted into LAFGT last year, along with Burt. Burt is fantastic at art. Luke is a fantastic swimmer and Johnson is a fantastic actor.

They are all older than me. Luke is older than me by fifteen minutes and he always uses this to his advantage. Luke was accepted last month. It took a shorter amount of time for him to find out, because he only does swimming, so not much analysis was needed.

The Academics (the people who elect the people who can attend the prestigious school, people who attend the school just call it the Academy) are very thorough. They send talent scouts after studying the application (you have to apply to get into the school, no matter how rich you are, you have to be talented in the eyes of the Academics).

I think this is a good policy. After the talent scout comes to one of your matches or debate meetings or whatever, you receive a letter about two to three months later. There is no maybe, you either get in or you don't.

I smile. I can't wait to go to the Academy.

Now I can enjoy the rest of my summer, without having this nagging feeling in my stomach. I can enjoy the holiday to Barbados. I think of the fun times I will have at the LAFGT. I lean back into my and sip my drink of Coke. It is going to be amazing.

Okay, I corrected grammar and spelling mistakes. If I don't get reviews for this story,I really have to delete it. So for those few readers, who actually read this fanfic, if you like (or hate) it, please review. Anything would be better than this. Otherwise, I will delete it. I have a grand total of one review.