Well, this is a new fanfiction I decided to write. Of course I will still be updating my stories Possible and This Couldn't Be Happening. Well I hope you like this. Please Review. Reviews make me happy, even if they critize (and I know I spelled that wrong) my writing.

Disclaimer: This really shouldn't be nessecary. Everyone should know what is JK Rowlings and what is made up. So this is for the whole story... :P


Chapter 1

"Mom! I'm not going to do that! It's not fair that I have to but Jake doesn't! Why don't you make him do it?" I argued with my mother, "I'm busy reading Harry Potter!" I opened my book back up and plopped down on my bed. I tried to ignore what my mother had just told me to go do because my older brother was perfectly capable to.

Next thing, I know my mother is storming into my room. "Amelia Jade Trifunovich!" Oh crap, she's mad. She doesn't use my full name unless she's really upset. "I told you to go do the dishes. I don't care if your brother is capable of doing it himself. I told you to go do it! You don't need to be reading that book again. You've read the series enough!" My mother yelled at me.

I don't know why but I started getting mad at her. "I don't care! You treat Jake better then I do! Is it because he actually plays sports? That he actually has friends? You like Jake better then me and you can't deny it!" I yelled at her. I clenched my fists and walked out of my room.

"Don't you dare talk to me like that missy! I'm not another one of your friends!" my mother exclaimed at me. I rolled my eyes. I just really didn't care anymore. Reading Harry Potter got me out of this reality and into another. It strangely calms me down, when I was upset at my mother or brother.

I got used to my mother treating my older brother better then me. The only reason I act the way I do towards my mother, was that I hoped that she would come to her senses and see that Jake isn't as perfect as she thinks he is. He makes mistakes, everybody does. My mother though thinks that Jake is the perfect little angel that is passing all of his classes and gets his homework down. If she only knew that I was doing his homework for him, but he's barely scraping an A- in all his classes.

I pushed my glasses up my nose because they had begun to fall down to the tip of my nose. This was going to be irratating. I hated washing the dishes as much as Harry hated Draco Malfoy. It was that bad. My brother never bothered washing off his plates or anything he used to cook food with. So everything was ten times harder to wash then it usually would be.

I glared at the dishes wishing that they would just clean themselves, so that I could go back to reading my book. I turned my back to go get the soap from the cabinet because the old one was empty and it needed to be thrown out. When I get back, all of the dishes were clean.

I wonder how that happened. I don't remember hearing the water going or anybody moving the dishes around. It was like the just cleaned themselves without any help. I wasn't going to complain. I put the soap on the sink and left to go back to my room.

I picked up my book and got comfortable on my bed. I opened my book and began reading again. Sometimes I would wish that Hogwarts was a real place and that I was a muggleborn witch, so I could get away from here. I'm just tired of living in the shadow of my older brother. I was nothing compared to him. He always got everything that he wanted. I had to work to get what I wanted. It's just really stupid sometimes.

My mom walked into my room a couple minutes later. "Amelia... I thought I told you to go do the dishes." I sighed and put my book down. I looked at her. She looked like she was ready to have a cow.

"There already done, mom. It didn't take that long for me to do them." I said matter of factly. My mother glared at me like she didn't believe me. She walked away looking like she was going to go bust me. She always thought I was lying to her. That would actually be my older brother.

She came back a couple minutes later, glaring at me. "They are done. How did you get them done so fast?" Couldn't she just be happy that they were done? Nope she had to interagate me to see if I had lied. Which I hadn't.

I started to get angry again for the second time today my mother has gotten me mad. I glared at her right back. "What you don't believe that I got the dishes done the right? Are you accusing me of something?" I sat up straight on my bed. I couldn't believe this!

"Of course I am! You do nothing but read! Your so lazy. I wonder what you put on those dishes that you got them done so freaking fast." She walked over to me and picked up my book off my bed. "You know no matter how many times you read this book, it won't become real. It's fictional. I don't know why you pretend that it's actually real."

I glared at her. Next thing I know my mom drops my book and is crying in pain and holding her hand that had been holding the book. I looked shocked. Her hand was bright red as if it had been burnt.

She backed away from me. "What the heck did you just do?" she whispered to me. I shrugged my shoulders and went over to my desk. I grab some burn gel that I had in my room. I had a tendecy of getting burnt when I cooked or when I'm straightening my hair for school.

I handed her the bottle and she yanked it out of my hand. My mother stormed out of my room. I sighed and laid down on my bed. I wasn't stupid enough to leave my room at the moment. So I laid there thinking about what my mother had just told me.

She had said that the book wasn't real. For some reason, I would think that everybody was wrong when they said that. Then with those two weird things that happened today. It kind of reminded me of when Harry let out the snake in the first book and blew up his aunt in the third. Then again, I knew that this book was just a fictional story for kids with over hyperactive imaginations like myself.

I wasn't like the rest of my family. I preferred to stay home and read a book while everyone else wanted to go out and hang with people. All the time, I preferred to just stay away from them and hide in my bedroom when I could. There were moments when my mother would treat me the same way as my brother, but those moments rarely came anymore once I became thirteen.

I was spaced out so I didn't hear the little pecking noise on my window. When I looked directly at my window to stare out of it, I saw a owl. That's weird. Owls normal don't come around here. They didn't exactly belong in the States. You never see any around here.

I went to the window and opened. The owl came in and sat on the headboard of my bed. It was a pretty owl from what it looked like. I didn't notice the peice of paper on the owls leg. I went over to pet it, but it nipped my fingers and put out its leg towards me. That was when I noticed the letter that was attached to its leg.

My mouth dropped open. I couldn't believe this. It had to be a really bad joke. I grabbed the letter and the owl flew out of my opened window. I sat at my desk with the note, but I didn't bother opening it.

On the letter was my name, address, and my bedroom. I flipped it over and saw a seal that I had seen on all the Harry Potter movies. I pinched myself to make sure I wasn't a sleep and this was a really messed up dream that I was having. Great thing was, was that I wasn't even dreaming. This was actually happening to me.

I opened the envelope very slowly, hoping that this was what I thought it was. I pulled out the piece of paper that had been folded up really nicely. My hands began to shake as I opened the letter. I hope this is what I thought it was. That would make it my one way ticket out of this place and away from my older brother and mother.

I skimmed the letter and it was what I thought it was. I had been accepted to Hogwarts. Which is umbelievable because I was from America and this place wasn't supposed to be real. Then I saw at the bottom of the letter, that it said that Headmaster Dumbledore would be there to see me and my mom.

"MOM!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. I was so excited! This was really happening and nobody was playing a prank on me. This wasn't a dream. Oh my God! I was going to be able to go to Hogwarts!

My mom walked into my bedroom. I was jumping up and down on my bed. "What do you want?" I jumped over to my mom and handed her the letter. Her mouth dropped open as she read what I had handed her. She looked up at me and started starring at me. "Well, this is a shocking to see. I don't believe this is real. We'll just have to wait and see til this 'Headmaster Dumbledore' comes to see us."

I frowned at her. I crossed my fingers for Headmaster Dumbledore would show up soon. It said that he would be there a couple minutes after me recieving my acceptance letter. My wishes were coming true. That's when I realized what had happened today. I was a witch. I had cleaned the dishes without realizing it and I had accidentally burned my mother's hand.

My mom left my room with the letter in her hand. When I made sure she was far away enough, I started jumping around my room excitedly. I was going to be going to Hogwarts! In your face, Mom! My dark brown hair fell out of the low ponytail I had it in to keep it out of my face when I was reading.

I heard the doorbell go off. I went to jump on to the floor and fell right on my face. "Dang it! Why do I have to be such a clutz?" I said rubbing my face. It didn't hurt to much because I was used to it.

I heard the doorbell ring again. I jumped up and ran to the door, screaming, "Mom! He's here!" I didn't exactly know if it was him, but I was hoping that it was so that I could get out of this place.

I opened the door and there he was. Headmaster Dumbledore with his really long white beard. I looked up at him. He was really tall, but then again everybody was tall to me because I was a short 5'2".

My mom appeared behind me within a couple seconds of me opening the door. When I looked up at my mother, she looked just as shocked as I was feeling. My mom opened her mouth to say something, but nothing came out of it, so she shut it. This was making me more happy by the second.

"Hello Miss and Mrs. Trifunovich. May I come in to explain Amelia's late acceptance?" Headmaster Dumbledore said smiling.