It's exactly one minute before I turn 13. Precisely one minute before I find out if I'm a Witch or not.
My name is Jennifer, right now I'm 12, but in 30 seconds I'm going to be 13. I know I'm a witch. I can feel it, as far as I know I've never really shown any magical abilities. But I know I am, I can feel it.
20 seconds left, and I'm waiting by the mailbox, my mother tried calling me in an hour ago. Because it's 15 seconds until midnight.
5 seconds, I hear a scree of an Owl in the distance and my excitement climbs. Midnight, my watch beeped as a letter got dropped into my lap. I squealed with excitement and ripped it open.
My eyes skimmed the letter before I ran screaming to my house. "MOM! MOM! LOOK!" Just as I reach to open the door I feel clammy hands around my waist. "Wha…" I managed to say before a long hand covered my mouth.
"Filthy Half-Blood" someone said. Half-Blood? My Father, I don't know him, he was a wizard? I fight against the person holding me. "Stop now you little brat." A Cold clear voice said, "I don't want to have to hurt you, but I have nothing against it. So don't enchant me."
These people must be Wizards. I have every reason to believe that they work for Voldemort, or that he himself is here.
I squeal a little as his face leaned towards me. It's like a snake with human eyes, I resist the urge to vomit and glare somewhat defiantly back at him.
He laughed and said, "She'll work. Let's go."
And then they took me…
