Dear Faye Emerson,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment. We realize you are older than the age of a first year student, so you will be automatically starting as a third year. Tutoring will be arranged to catch you up to the rest of your year.

Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later than July 31.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall

I read over the letter several times, checking all the pages of it. The owl perched on my mailbox watched me the whole time. I closed my mail box and walked back into my house.

As I opened the door I yelled "Haha, very funny mom! It looks legit!" and laughed to myself at the prank that had been pulled on me. I walked into the kitchen and set the letter on the table, as well as all the other mail we had gotten. I leaned on one of the chairs by the table and waited for my mom to respond.

My mom closed the fridge and looked at me with a confused face.

"What's so funny now?"

"The fake letter to Hogwarts."

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

I rolled my eyes, "You can drop the act mom, it's not like anyone else would send it to me."

She crossed her arms and gave me one of those 'mother looks', "I'm dead serious! I sent you no such thing!" She walked over to look at the letter and read it. "And you're sure no one else would have sent you this?"

'Not possible' I thought. We moved when my dad passed away from cancer, and I had no friends at this school – even after several months. I had also never spoke to anyone about my love for Harry Potter books. I looked at her in the eye, "I'm positive. I've….never told anyone anything about me liking the Harry Potter series." We both pondered about it for a moment.

She looked at me again, obviously having come up with no answer, "And this was in our mailbox?" I thought about that too. "Oh yeah, technically I guess it wasn't. But that brings us to the next weird point: it was in the beak of an owl that was sitting on our mailbox…"

My mother gave me an unconvinced look. "Seriously mother! Maybe it's still there." I said. We both walked over to the kitchen window that overlooked our yard (and mailbox). And there it was, still sitting on the mailbox watching us through the window. "How weird!" my mom laughed, and then I laughed too."Hey mom, maybe Hogwarts is real!" We laughed even harder at that. That was, until another owl came and flew to our doorstep.

We both looked at each other, and then hurried to the front door. Once again, this owl also had a letter in its beak. We took it out and read it over. It had instructions on how to get to a place named Diagon Alley, where we could get the supplies we needed for Hogwarts. It also listed where to go to convert Muggle money to 'their kind'.

It was signed by Minerva McGonagall again, apologizing for forgetting to put this in the first letter. I laughed to myself, imagining Professor McGonagall. Oh, how I loved Harry Potter. I read all the books, watched the movies, read fan fiction, and of course fantasized about me going there.

It was a cruel joke really, being teased with these fake letters – but I laughed anyways.

Who wouldn't? (A/N: I wouldn't, I would probably cry xD)

My mom interrupted my thoughts,"Well honey, we're just going to have to fall for this sick joke and try to go to Diagon Alley!" I rolled my eyes and smirked, but agreed anyways. Why not? We had nothing better to do anyways.

We got in the car and started off on the 30 minute drive to London. Good thing it was a Friday. According to the letter, we had to find an inn named The Leaky Cauldron. Apparently, only I would be able to see it (since I'm obviously a wizard…or witch or whatever now. Hah!), and my mom would too – only after I pointed it out to her, and because she's my close relative. I remembered it clearly from the books and movies.

When we arrived, we parked by the Charing Cross Road street since it directed that the pub was located there. I yelled out "Holy shit!" when I saw none other than The Leaky fucking Cauldron down that street. My mother, confused and also giving me yet another 'mother look' for my language, asked "What?"

I pointed the shady inn out to her and she covered her mouth and gasped. "Holy shit indeed!" I laughed and we continued to make our way there. We walked in, and it looked exactly like it did in the movie – dark and shabby. I wasn't even sure if it was a movie anymore, but fuck, I didn't know anything anymore! We hurried towards the back door, since we didn't wanna get caught inside with all these shady looking p—wizards…?

The back door led into a little walled court yard, but there was nothing but trash there. Even what just happened, I still felt extremely stupid counting three bricks up from the trash can and then two over, tapping that brick three times exactly as the letter stated.

All of a sudden the brick started to move. Wait, move? Obviously my eyes weren't deceiving me though, because my mom was looking at the brick too. It was definitely wriggling now, and a small hole appeared in it. The hole grew bigger and bigger, increasing in size to form a big archway onto a cobbled street. The street went every which way before going out of sight.

I stood there dumfounded for several minutes, but when I feared the archway would shrink back again I pulled enough strength to drag my mother and I into what was unmistakably Diagon Alley.

Thanks for reading guys! I know it's really short but I PROMISE the other chapters will be longer~ :D This is my first actual fic, and I'm open to any advice and idea's because I don't have everything planned out for this story yet...just a basic kinda idea and some details xD Please review~ :D But even if you don't I'm still continuing it for my own personal pleasure haha ;D