CHAPTER 1. Prolouge
I grew up in a muggle village. My parents home schooled us. They taught us all the magic we needed to know. We were out in the middle of nowhere, The Sahara desert.
I didn't ever get to know many of the girls so I was mostly around my brothers. I did do things with girls, but the girls in Africa were much different from the ones here.
So naturally, I didn't know anything about hair, makeup, clothes… anything! I mean, my only crush was on a boy named Ajuni when I was 5! Yes, I was a disaster. That is, until I came here, to Hogwarts
My dad had an odd obsession with muggles. He found them fascinating. Right before my 4th brothers were born ( they're twins) they moved out to Africa. My dad started observing the natives there, and did a documentary too. After almost 20 years my dad got a job offering at the british Ministry of Magic. That's where they were originally from.
I was so excited to leave. I was going to be living in a real house in a real city. I'd have so many fun things to do there. Not to mention the food! I wouldn't have to eat some grub delicacy the rest of my life. My brothers love them, but even after eating hundreds of them, I still hate the taste.
When we arrived at our house in England I was very surprised. I was a bit pouty because we were living on the outskirts or a very small town, rather than the huge city lights of London. But I soon came to like it.
A quite laughable moment was about a week after we had moved in. We received an owl from my eldest brother Bill who works at a wizard's bank in Egypt. He asked if it'd be okay if he stopped in for dinner. Bill did that sometimes since he was somewhat close and it wasn't as hard to apparate. We replied that it would be fine, but we were in England now, remember?
Towards the end of August my brother Ron and I received letters from a Minerva McGonagall, deputy headmistress of Hogwarts witchcraft and wizardy. It was asking if we would like to attend our last few years of schooling at their school. (Only Ron and I because the rest of our brothers had finished school and were off working.)
I was very excited about this. It was my parents' old school and they always told us about it. Ever since I was little I've wanted to go there. My mom and dad discussed it for a while and finally decided yes.
"You mean we get to go to a real school!" I squealed with excitement. Mom nodded.
Ron just grunted. Then his face lit up. "Do they have quid ditch at this school?"
I lost him after that. He and my brothers have all been crazy about quidditch since they could walk. I liked quidditch too, but it bugged me when that was all they cared about.
Ron, the twins, and I spent the rest of summer exploring our surroundings. We found a lake a bit of a walk away, and a large field perfect for playing quidditch without being seen by muggles.
"Bye!" Fred and George called as the walked towards the fireplace. "We'll see you tomorrow!"
"You're going to Diagon Alley too?" Ron asked.
They grinned at each other. "Sorta.." And with that they left before we could ask anymore questions.
Mom ordered us upstairs to our rooms because she wanted us well rested for our trip.
I woke up really early the next day. I was so excited I could barely sleep that night. I took a lot of time getting ready then, tyring to look extra-nice just in case I met anybody there. Particularly any boy.
Ron got up early too which was a supirse. Most of the summer he sleeps all day.
Finally, it was time to go.
"Now," mom directed. "We are going to Di-a-gon Al-ley. Got that?" She annunciated Diagon Alley very slowly and precisely, chopping it up into syllables.
Ron and I nodded.
I leapt into the flames and yelled, "DIAGON ALLEY!" I was swished aways into a swirling green mess, passing fireplaces as I went. I then came to one which hurtled me out into a very busy cobblestone street, Diagon Alley.