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Eliza

"Mom, I'm so nervous! I don't want to go!" I said, getting out of the shower.

"Sweetheart, you'll be fine! Starting at a new school is always nerve-wracking."

My 11th birthday was . . . eventful to say the least. The day I turned 11, I received a letter from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. My mom handed me the letter at the breakfast table. "Eli, this letter came for you."

"Who is it from?" I asked, examining the writing on the outside. The writing was a beautiful script in electric neon green font. 'Miss Elizabeth Leigh Small' was the addressee, so it had to be mine. I turned the envelope over to see the return address. "Who or what is Hogwarts?"

"Well sweetie, your father is a wizard. That was his school, and it seems you've been accepted to study with them."

"Really? Cool! Where's dad, I want to show him!" I finished my omelet, put my dishes in the sink, and ran down the hallway to my father's study. "Daddy, look! I've been accepted to Hogwarts!"

"Princessa, that's amazing! I'm so excited for you!"

That was also the day my father left. Just left, without a good bye, without an explanation, he was gone. Mom said he needed time away, but I knew he was never coming back. "I wish dad were here." I said sitting at the table and pouring myself a glass of tea.

"I know baby. He's going to meet us at the train station, or so he said." My mom replied, setting a bowl of cottage cheese and pineapple in front of me.

"He won't show. He never does." I said, remembering just two weeks ago when he was supposed to meet us in Diagon Alley so that we could shop for school supplies.

"Well, let's go. We don't want to miss the train." Mom said, putting on her jacket to block the chill of the cold September air.

The hour-long drive from our flat on the outskirts of London seemed to take extra long today. When we finally pulled into the parking lot of the train station and got my stuff it was already a quarter 'til eleven o'clock. "Mom, there is another family with a trunk and stuff!" I called, pointing to a bushy haired girl and her parents. We caught up to them and I introduced myself to the girl. "Hi, my name is Eliza Small."

"Hermione Granger," the girl said. "Pleasure to meet you."

"And you as well."

"Would you like to sit with me on the train?" Hermione asked me nervously.

"Sure." I answered, trying to my best to sound excited. We kissed and hugged our parents' goodbye, my father failing to show up again, grabbed our trolley's, and proceeded to make our way to the train on the platform known as Platform 9 3/4.

That is when I saw him, the most beautiful boy I had ever seen. With his beautiful platnum blonde hair, and his cold but some how warm grey eyes. I knew he was the one I wanted to spend the rest of my life with, even if i was only 11.