Everything was white, I heard no noise, and it seemed like everything was just gone. And in a sense, it was. Everything I once knew was wrong. I'd never believed in ghost, or vampires, or werewolves; or magic.

Never magic. I was one of those children that had never believed in Santa, the Easter Bunny, etc. I'd always tried to see the real in life. Always striving to unmask an illusion, but there was no denying this. No use, no way, no how. Impossible.

I had no logically reasoning to show for the letter, the man, the… pink umbrella. One day, I was an ordinary eleven year old girl, now I'm falling into a strange, frightening world.

It all started on August 13th; the day the big man came. He was large, thrice the size of my chunky father. He could barely fit through the door, but when he'd managed, he'd given me a letter. A normal-on-the-outside letter. The only oddities on the outside were the fact that my exact room was detailed in the address; and the seal.

The magical seal. The seal that held the image of my future. When I'd opened it, the world was gone, and everything was wrong; it was as if I'd fallen into a dream.

The next thing I knew, I was being whisked away to a magic street, escorted by a young chap named Jay Hanson. Hanson was pleasant, but I'd wished the big man had showed me the way. But no such luck came my way. Yet still, the young boy showed me the street, helped me buy my new, thick books, and told me beautiful tales of creatures I'd never even dreamed of.

I had to wait, though, until I could go to the odd place I was told of. I had to wait until September first. It was only fit, I guess. I /was/ going to a new school.

A school called Hogwarts.