Have you ever read the Harry Potter books? I suppose you have. That clever witch J. K. Rowling really made some money of Mr. Potter's story. But, you have not chosen to read this story simply to hear a retelling of Mr. Potter's story. You picked it up to hear mine.
I suppose I should tell you a bit of background information. My mum is a muggle. My father was a wizard. He died while she was pregnant with me. Five years later, Mum married a muggle. His name was Geoff. I now have two half sisters, twins, the little menaces.
My mum had some idea that I was a witch, but she hadn't told Geoff, or me. Any suspicions she had were all confirmed when I was eight.
I remember that day like it was yesterday. I had been exploring our new lot, out in the country. We had a large field that went into some woods. I was exploring with our family dog, Murphy. I was walking through the forest, and suddenly came across a large clearing.
There was a house there. Not much different from ours. On the front lawn, a tall man with very untidy black hair was holding a big stick. I nearly lost my breakfast when I saw what he was pointing the stick at. A large, floating kiddie pool full of water.
I watched for a few more moments. The more I watched, the more curious it became. Several kids came out to play in the pool. The oldest one looked the same age as me. The youngest looked about four or five. Some adults came out, too. They were watching the kids, laughing. All of them had sticks. Every time they pointed their stick at the pool of water, something peculiar would happen. One time, bubbles appeared. Another time, some toys appeared.
Finally, curiosity got the better of me. I stepped out from behind the trees.
"What are you doing?" I asked. They all turned and stared at me. "With that twig. You made the toys appear out of thin air." They continued to stare at me. Maybe I had said something wrong. My face began to turn very red.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend anyone. I was simply curious." I said. Finally, a tall man with red hair spoke.
"Hermione! I thought you said that you put an enchantment on the house that would keep out the muggles!" He said.
"Ron, I swear I did. I don't know how she just saw that!" The woman with brown hair exclaimed. My brain started working hard, fast. Enchantment? Muggle? I froze. They were still looking at each other with utter bewilderment.
The woman with the red hair started walking towards me.
"What's your name, dear?" She asked, kindly.
"Eva Dillard." I squeaked out. She looked surprised.
"Eva Dillard? As in Thomas Dillard?" She looked at the other three adults. They looked very confused. "Oh come on!" She said." A few years younger than me? Gryffindor?" They continued to stare at her.
"Umm, ma'am, what's Gryffindor?" I asked, very confused.
"Oh my." She said. "What's your father's name?"
"Thomas Dillard, like you just said." I answered.
"Does he live with you, or?" She asked. The other grownups looked curious.
"No. He died while my mum was pregnant with me." I said. I didn't really mind speaking about this to strangers. Or anyone, really, I never knew my dad so I never felt much to lose. Also, I still had my mum, and Geoff performed any fatherly duties.
"Oh. Oh my." She said, standing up. "Well, Eva, my name is Ginny Potter. Would you like some tea?"
When I went inside, I was shocked. Mrs. Potter began talking, fast.
"We are all witches and wizards here, including you." She gave this a moment to sink in. "Your father was one. He went to wizarding school with me."
"Wizarding school?" I asked, curiously.
"Yes. Hogwarts. He was two years behind me." She paused, waved her stick at a chair, which got pushed under the table.
I was very surprised. Not only had I just witnessed magic, which I had been reading about for several years, I had learned that, me, Eva Dillard, was a witch. Come on. These people had to be kidding. But, they weren't. Mrs. Potter was dead serious.
"Is your mother a muggle?" Mrs. Potter asked. A muggle?
"What's a muggle, ma'am?" I asked.
"Oh. Right. A muggle is someone who can't produce magic." She said, waving her wand yet again. This time, cupboards opened and saucers came flying out. I ducked. "Your father, though I barely knew him, was a good wizard. You probably are, too."
Just then, all the other people came in. Ms. Potter introduced most of them.
"Eva, this is my husband, Harry Potter. This is my brother, Ron Weasley, and one of my best friends, Hermione Weasley. This," She paused, and pointed towards the other children, is James, Rose, Albus, Hugo, and Lily."
"Hi," said James sheepishly
