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Hogwarts. Probably the best wizarding school in the entire world and I got stuck with no letter in. Why? Because I live in Brooklyn, New York, and got stuck going to the United States school called Ilvermorny for the last four years, now in my fifth year (out of seven) with my twin sister Emma. Why am I so bummed out about going to this school? 'Cause we are the only ones in our family who didn't get letters from Hogwarts since my parents moved off to the states just before we were born. So no, I can definitely say that the other wizarding school did not get the memo that we were even alive.

Emma on the other hand can care less on which school we go to. She's just happy that we are part of this type of life. I mean, sure, being a wizard is awesome. I love that I can wave a wand and have an object just fly to me at any time I want while in the presence of other witches and wizards, but Hogwarts was always the school I dreamed about growing up. All the stories my parents would tell us made me so excited to go. But alas, they sent us off to this school rather than moving us back to England to be part of that world.

So I guess introductions are in order. I'm Aiden Kelly, fifteen years old, a boy born in America with British parents. I am in the Thunderbird house at Ilvermory School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, while Emma is in Horned Serpent.

Now, if you are completely confused on what I mean by Thunderbird or Horned Serpent, then let me explain. Basically if you know anything about Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, then you'll know that there are houses named after the four founders of the school that you get sorted into based off of personality. It's the same concept here, each said to represent a different part of the ideal wizard sorted into four houses based off of magical creatures. Sometimes they represent the whole witch or wizard, like the mind is represented by the Horned Serpent, the body as Wampus, the heart would be Pukwudgie, and the soul considered Thunderbird. But another way is that the Horned Serpent favors scholars or the Wampus prefers warriors. Then you have the Pukwudgie as healers and Thunderbird for adventurers. In this way is like how you get sorted into Gryffindor, Slytherin, Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw at Hogwarts.

Every morning my parents apparate us to school (one wizard way of transportation) and every afternoon they pick us up. Ilvermorny is located in some secret area in the middle of the woods over in Massachusetts. If you are not a No Maj (non magical people), or what my parents call Muggles being from Britain, then it's very simple for you to spot. Otherwise you'd look right past it or think it's something other than a castle.

"Aiden!" I hear my mom's British accent call from down the hall in our small apartment sometime after I got home from school. "Aiden, dinner's ready. Your father will be here any moment."

"One minute!" I'm in the middle of playing my Playstation One that I got for christmas a couple months ago as I hear her footsteps coming seconds later, the door swinging open. "Mom, can't you knock?"

"Did you not hear me?"

"Yes, I heard you. I said I'd be right there."

"Don't give me that attitude Aiden Kelly."

I roll my eyes as I save the game and turn everything off, "I wasn't giving attitude, I was just saying that I answered."

She eyes me for a few seconds. I know that look all too well, like she's waiting for me to say something smart to her before telling me I'll be grounded for the rest of the week. My attitude can be a bit much at times compared to my sister's. But what can I say, I'm a teenager. It's in my nature.

I slowly smile, "I'll be right out."

The fire in her eyes dies down quick as she smiles and nods, "Good. I'll have dinner on the table when you decide to join us."

I watch her leave, hating the way she made it seem like I was being unreasonable. Then I get up off the floor and stretch, walk over to my door and head to the bathroom. Once I get out I walk down the hall and enter the kitchen. Both my parents and Emma are sitting at the table. Dad is reading the Daily Prophet news paper from Britain, while mom is reading the one from America. They like to keep in the loop for both countries.

I slide in the seat between mom and dad but across from Emma as I grab a glass from the middle of the table and pour myself some orange juice. Then I pile on some food onto my plate.

"How was school today?" dad's accent is thicker than mom's.

I look over at him, but before I can answer Emma beats me to it. "It was great. I got all A's for my classes today."

I roll my eyes to her enthusiasm. Her smarts overshadows me quite often. "What about you, son?"

I slightly smile at him, "Fine. Franky taught me how to give someone a wedgie with just a wand."

They all look at me, both my parent's eyebrows raised. Franky is my best friend from school. He lives in Connecticut, and is a year older than me. Mom and dad don't have the greatest liking to him. "What have we told you about hanging out with Franky?" Mom says.

I look at Emma, who gives me a look like she agrees with her. "I was just kidding." I look back at mom.

"That wasn't the question." Dad says next.

I sigh, "Franky is not a bad guy."

"But he is certainly no friend of yours." he adds.

"Dad…"

"No, he has gotten you sent to the headmaster's…"

"Principal." I correct him without meaning to. Being brought up in two different countries makes it hard to communicate sometimes.

"Same thing."

I look down at my food as I stare away from his angry gaze. He hates when I do that. "Sorry."

"My point is that he has gotten you into plenty of trouble. You are a good boy."

I don't answer, not wanting to start an argument. This silence lasts for long minutes, just eating our food. On occasion I stare across the table to my sister, trying to get her attention to back me up for once. But she doesn't bother to make any type of eye contact with me. We may be twins but we couldn't be more different.

Once we are all done dad looks at me, a slight smile on his face. "What?" I ask.

"I have something for you both."

I raise an eyebrow, "New headphones?"

"New books?" Emma adds.

He laughs and shakes his head, "Much better than that." he goes into his jacket pocket that's hanging on the back of his chair and takes out two envelopes. Then he hands them to both of us.

My eyebrows slant in confusion for a second as I take it from him, then I turn it in my hands. Seeing on the front is written with neat handwriting, Mr. Aiden Kelly, Twin Brother to Emma Kelly, then our address. I turn it to open it and notice that it's closed with a red candle oil seal, a familiar logo etched into it.

My eyes bug out in surprise. "No way." I say, ripping the envelope open and read it.

Dear Mr. Kelly,

It is a pleasure to tell you that you have been accepted as a transfer to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

It is an honor to have a fresh set of eyes from your country viewing our school. You should be most proud.

On the next page is a list of supplies you need. Be sure to have all when you arrive next month.

Cannot wait to meet you Mr. Kelly. Safe travels.

Ministry worker and Headmistress,

Dolores Umbridge

My smile brightens as I look at my parents. "We're going…."

"To Hogwarts." Mom nods, smiling at me.

"You guys are the best!" I leap to my feet and hug them both, "Wow!"

They both laugh, "It's only fair that you get to see how we grew up as kids. It took us longer than we planned for the Ministry and Headmaster Dumbledore to consider, but we got it done."

I'm a little confused for a second, "Dumbledore isn't head of Hogwarts. It says another name."

They both give each other a look, as if worried. "Oh, yes. That's right." Dad nods, "An old ministry work friend had been appointed the job this morning."

I go to ask what happened to their old Principal, but I don't have time to before Emma yells. "But what about my friends!" clearly not being as excited as I am.

"You'll make new ones."

"But I don't want to make new ones."

"Emma, sweetie." mom says, "We aren't moving to England. We are going to stay here. You'll be back every vacation and be able to see them."

The look on her face makes me feel really bad. She hates change, and this is the biggest one of our lives so far.

"You always do what Aiden wants. What about what I want?"

"Hogwarts is one of the best schools to go to. It's an honor to be picked. Especially this late in your years." Dad tells her.

"But, Dad…"

"End of discussion, Emma. You both will finish up the month and then transfer."

Her eyes flame in anger as she gets to her feet, "I'm not going. If Aiden wants to leave let him, but I refuse to do what he does just because we are twins." she walks off towards the hallway, disappears and then hear her slam her door.