I wake up to my grandma shaking me softly and turning on all of the lights in my room to make sure that I get my lazy self down those wooden stairs and into the kitchen.

"Five more minutes." I grumble, half asleep.

"Your toast is going to burn in two minutes, so I suggest that you get up now." She says then walks out of my bedroom.

I get changed and while I'm brushing my hair, I look outside of my window at the busy street. Busy life these people live. I'm only eleven, but I love imagining what I will be like when I'm older.

I draw in my notebook at breakfast that grandma got me for Christmas last year.

"Is there anybody you want to invite to go to the cinema today, Kayla?" grandma asks me while eating her eggs on toast.

I shudder just at the sight of those eggs. All gooey and yellow and… yerk.

"No thanks. Last time I asked they all said that they had to go to swimming practice or clean their rooms or do homework."

I don't know if it's just me, but my friends, well 'only-friends-in-school', always seem to be avoiding me. Ever since that time when a car vanished when I was standing next to it. I didn't do anything, but of course I would be blamed for the disappearance of the headmaster's car when I was the only one next to it.

"We can go shopping if you want." Grandma suggests, cleaning up our plates and my beacon that I hardly touched.

"I kind of just want to stay in and read." I say getting up and taking a book from the bookshelf.

"Okay, sure. Just tell me if you need anything."

I nod and walk out of the front door. I sit on the porch front steps and start reading.

Doors slamming get my attention and I look up to see Mr. Dursley talking to an eight year old Harry. It doesn't look like a pleasant conversation at all. Mr. Dursley gets into his car and before Harry does too, he looks my way and smiles. I smile back and watch as they drive down the road.

Me and Harry get along well even though we have three years difference. We both don't know who are parents really were. Harry's died in a car accident, that's what he told me after the Dursleys told him. Grandma told me that mine disappeared when they went shopping.

"Look! Look! It's that Myrason. " a group of girls who are a few feet away whisper loud enough for me to hear them

I recognize one of them. A girl with long brown hair and who had glasses but now replaced them with contacts lens. She used to be my friend. Before weird things started to happen to me.

I just ignore them and continue to read. Maybe they're go away.

I get more and more nervous while I read as they just stand there still whispering about me.

"Sorry, but are you Kayla Myrason by any chance?" a man's voice asks.

I look up from my book, startled. A man in a black suit stands before me.

"Um, yes. Why?"

"Could I talk to you and your grandma, please? It's very important."

I slightly nod and open the door, forgetting all about those girls back there and thinking about what I did wrong.

"Gran?" I call out.

She comes around the corner and looks from me to the man.

"I'm Mr. Jocey. I would like to talk about Kayla's schooling." He says handing out his hand to my grandma.

"Oh, okay. Are you from her school? One of her professors?" she asks shaking his hand.

"Neither. But-"

That was all grandma had to hear.

"Get out of my house! I will call the police if you don't get out now! How did you know my grand child's name? Have you been stalking her? Give me your name and phone number and address right now!" she shouts holding a base ball bat like a weapon in front of her and hiding me behind her.

That's what it's like living with grandma. I find her pretty fierce.

"I'm not a criminal or anything of the sort! I want to tell Kayla about Hogwarts."

"I don't think there is a Hogwarts..." she answers back more calmly.

"But there is. It's a school of magic!" he says enthusiatically. "Kayla, a muggleborn, has been accepted to Hogwarts, meaning that your grand child is a witch."

There's a moment of silence where i stare at him in disbelief I look up at grandma and see her swallow hard.

"Sorry, but i didn't follow anything after 'Muggleborn'. What is that exactly?"

"Muggleborn is a term used to mean a witch or wizard who has no magical parents."

Grandma raises a funny eyebrow at him. I try coping her, but am failing miserably.

"Didn't you ever have Kayla being blamed for impossible things?" he asks adressing my grandma. "Why she seems to stand out from the others? Kayla belongs in a school where there are people like her. She doesn't belong in Muggle schools but in a world full of magic! Kayla is a witch and is meant to go to Hogwarts and learn magic."

"Wait, are you serious here? I'm a ... a witch?" i ask forcing the words out of my mouth.

"Of course." he says beaming down at me. "Why else would i be here, telling you these things?"

As joke? i say in my head.

"Anyway, i think that it's about time you open this." he says handing me a yellowish envelope.

I sit down on the sofa and so does gran as i open the envelope.

HOGWARTS SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore

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

Dear Miss Myrason,

We are pleased to inform you that you have a place at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.

Term begins on 1 September.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall

Dupty Headmistress.

Confusion, atticipation, nervousness,... that's what's more or less happening inside my head.

"She isn't going anywhere." grandma says immediately.

I start to complain, but she interrupts me.

"This could be a trap or something dangerous. I'm not letting my only grand child go away to some school with a stranger. Besides, magic? Magic exists in stories, fairy tales. Not in the real world."

Rolling up his sleeves with a determined look on his face, Mr. Jocey takes a stick out with patterns carved into it. He flicks it once and the flowers on the table burst suddenly into flames. Grandma gives a little scream and the fire is gone in second.

"What did you do?" she asks checking the flowers.

"That, is called magic." the man says proudly.

While Mr. Jocey explains everything to us, grandma stays silent the whole way through, listening carefully to everything he says. It's the 30 of August and school starts in two days which means that tomorrow we're going to have to go shopping in a street called Diagon Alley. Mr. Jocey is going to be accompagning us through the whole journey until i arrive to my destination: Hogwarts.

Anla

"Where your treasure is, there will your heart be also." - Albus Dumbledore.