Amelia flattened herself even more against her broomstick, reveling in the rush of the wind around her. She pulled her hair out of her eyes for the final time that evening, kicking up speed and rushing across the open field. The sun was just disappearing over the horizon, the moon and stars rising behind her. They flew around her, watching as she twisted and turned, dipped and weaved. Amelia felt that her heart would burst from joy as she egged the broom onward towards the horizon. Suddenly, a sharp voice cut through the darkness like a knife.

"Amelia Marissa Parker!" Her mother shouted. "School starts tomorrow and we've got a bloody long way to go. Get inside!"

Reluctanty, Amelia touched the ground, stumbling for the force of the landing. She wished she could stay out and appreciate the moon, but King's Cross was far away from Shrewsbury. Memories flooded back to her as she walked towards the well-lit house. The fire in the Hufflepuff commonroom, the Great Hall and its magical ceiling, revealing the wonders of the heavens. Amelia began to quicken her pace towards the house. The sooner she got packed and went to sleep, the sooner tomorrow would arrive. Eleven o' clock, Platform Nine and Three Quarters, destination, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.