Muggle-Born Slytherin
Hiya! If you guys like this, I've got an idea for a sequel. Also if love Divergent (Insurgent, Allegiant, Four) you should read my fanfic Emergent. I don't own any of Harry Potter anything! Lyla was in Harry's year. Enjoy :3!
I turned eleven on the twenty third of July in 1991. Of course, I wanted this occasion to be perfect. My cake, my presents, the right location, and no interruptions of any kind. It didn't quite go as planned. It was kind of magical, in a way.
I was enjoying myself, opening presents uninterrupted, when I heard a knock at the door. My mom answered it, since my brother Thomas and I were "too busy". She closed the door after only a few seconds and returned with a letter in hand. It had a red seal, and looked so formal.
As she opened it, I watched in anticipation. It wasn't any paper like I was used, it was more like parchment. Crumpled parchment. In my mind I thought, Who writes on parchment? I couldn't wait any longer. I snatched it from my mother's hands and opened up as quickly as I could. It read:
Dear Lyla McClaire,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later than July 31.
Yours Sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress
I was freaking out inside my own head. Witchcraft and wizardry? How could that even be possible. As quietly as I could I whispered, "I'm a witch." And then louder I repeated it, until my family could hear it.
My mom shook her head and laughed, "That can't be true. Magic isn't-" She had said too much already.
"What? Magic isn't real? How would you know?" I spat. She just glared at me.