Chapter 1: The Letter
When I woke up it took me a second to remember why today was so important. I stared at the ceiling in wonderment at the excitement turning my stomach. Then in hit me. Today is my 11th birthday! I'll be getting my Hogwarts letter! I jumped out of bed so fast my vision was gone for a moment and I had to clutch the bed post for support. When I could see again and my head wasn't spinning, I ran out of my room, and down the stairs so fast I nearly fell again. I ran to the kitchen and my feet, clad in socks, slid a few feet on the linoleum as I came to an abrupt stop and spotted my mother, still wearing here pajamas and scrambling eggs at the stove.
"Mum, has the post arrived yet?" I asked, my voice shaking with excitement.
For a second she just stared at me standing there flushed with anticipation and a dark look crossed her face, like me getting my letter meant something which should not call for such excitement. Her perfect eyebrows pulled together and she replied "Oh yes, honey, it's on the table" An attempted smile crossed her face but the peculiar dark look stayed in her eyes.
My head filled with questions, none of which seemed to have an obvious answer. My mother seemed to notice me staring at her in calculation because she put another forced smile onto her face and turned back to the stove. I decided she was just worried about me going off to Hogwarts on my own. My mother tended to be very over protective and sentimental so it wasn't surprising.
I then turned quickly to the table until I found a thick parchment envelope with a green crest on the front. Happiness and relief flooded through me because I wasn't like other eleven year olds in the wizarding world, my future wasn't set. I had just as high a chance of not getting the letter I was now clutching so hard my knuckles were turning white as I had of receiving it. The reason was simple: My mother was a pure-blood squib. She had never shown any magical talent in her entire life. She had integrated herself into the muggle society at the age of 15 and hadn't had contact with her family since. I had never known my father, and my mother refused to talk about him, she wouldn't even tell me whether or not he was a muggle. She insisted that now was not the time for me to find these things out, that she would tell me when I was older.
My life was one of secrecy and hiding. We had never stayed in the same place for too long, never made too good of friends with the neighbors, never really had anyone besides one another. My mother refused to tell me why we never saw her family, where my father was, why we always seemed to be running from something, hiding from someone. I had looked forward to the possibility of going to Hogwarts ever since I had found out about it. I knew that once I went there, I would always have one home until I was old enough to be on my own. No matter where my mother decided to move us next, I would always go back there. I hoped it would be everything I felt I had missed out on all my life.
My eyes were wide with excitement as I read through all the books I would be buying. I would finally learn how to use magic and become a wizard! I always knew I was a wizard because from the age of 8, I could move things with my mind and sometimes, I felt, make people do what I want them to do. I never used these abilities or told my mother about them because I knew she would feel bad because she has no magic, even with a wand, and I have so much with no training at all. I knew when I went to Hogwarts I would succeed.
My mother looked over my shoulder and frowned, her blue eyes taking in my jubilant smile. "Stop day dreaming and come eat breakfast, birthday boy", She said, obviously trying to be chipper and failing.
I sat down at the table and she turned away quickly, but I saw the tears which had been gathering in her eyes spill over.
Thanks for reading. It's my first fic and I'd like to know what you think so please review
It's just a start, next chapter will be longer!
Thanks,
Rose