Chapter one: The Sleep-over

I banged my hands on the table. I was being beaten, bad. Nintedno 64 wise, that is. My friend Keith and sister Carrie were whooping me in Goldeneye, which was a gigantic disapointment for me.

"I thought I was the champ at this!" I whined. Keith turned around and smiled.

"Not anymore!" He said impressivly. "I've been practicing." Carrie took the opportunity of us talking quickly by killing us both.

"I win," She said, putting the controler down. Keith and I stared dumbfounded. She laughed evily.

Keith was over for the night. It had so far just been an un-eventfull Nintendo fest, and I wondered if anything else was going to happen.

We were just starting anothing game of Mario Party 2 when we heard a pecking. I was apparently comming from the window, and Carrie, who had a great interest in animals took to the case immeadietly.

"It's an owl," She said, after a few seconds of examining the creature. "A great horned owl, to be exact." Keith threw his arm out in the air and rolled his eyes.

"Well what the heck is it doing here?!" He exclaimed, taking a step towards the window.

"Dunno," Carrie said. "This type of owl is naever seen near civilized areas." I walked up to it. The owl apparently had a letter in it's beak. I took the letter from it, and unrolled it. The words it contained made me gasp.

Chapter two: The letter

"Doug! Doug!" Keith was slapping me. I apparently had fainted because of what the letter contained. I picked it up and read aloud:

Dear Mr. Douglas Ross, Ms.Carrie Ross and Mr. Keith Rovelstad,

We are pleased to inform you that you three have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. We are sorry about the short notice. It may give you less time to read through the selected books on this list. Someone will pick all three of you up tommoro morning to bring you to London. Please tell you parent of Guardian.

I look forward to teaching you,

Proffeser Minerva McGonagall, Deputy headmistress.

All three of us stood there dumbfounded.

"Us?" Keith asked, but he had a tone of excitment. "Wizards? I can't believe it! This is so coolllllll!!!!" The Nintendo stayed off the whole rest of the night. We couldn't wait to tell our parents about it. It was the last thing I expected to be, but what the hey. It sounded like I had a great life ahead of me.

Chapter three: A visit to Diagon Alley

The three of us stood outside of my house. Keith was very exited, he made many wand swishing movements, while I dwelled on what the classes were going to be like. I knew absolutly nothing about magic, but I hoped to catch up to the other wizards. My sister and I were the only wizard in our family, our mother finnaly told us that our aunt Laurie was a witch. Carrie looked at her watch. Whoever was supposed to come and pick us up was late. Carrie looked like she was about to turn around we heard a revving sound from the sky. We looked up to see a large black object advancing towards the ground, and a giant of a man was upon whatever it was. A closer look at the thing told me it a motercycle. The giant stepped off and bowed.

"Are ye's the Ross's?" He asked in a husky voice. Carrie and I nodded.

"And are yeh the Rovelstark?" He asked Keith.

"That's Rovelstad!" He said angrilly. The giant turned back towards me.

"Names Hagrid," He told us. " Your aunt was one of the best witches I ever known. To bad she had ta die a cancer." He pointed at his bike.

"Get on then," He told us, getting on himself. "We got a long journey aheada us." We obeyed and got on. He kicked the ground, and we were off.

It was perhaps the strangest feeling I had ever experienced. Sweeping in and out of the clouds was a wonderful sensation, it didn't feel like your stomach dropping like on a roller coaster, it felt like you were a feather floating in the breeze. This kept me entertained, as the ride seemed as if it was taking forever.

The ride did, however, eventually come to an end. We landed on a long cobbled street, with weird stores like "Madam Malkin's robes for all ocasions" and "Quality Quidditch supplies". I began to wonder what it was, but looked at Keith and Carrie, who were already off the bike. I got off to, and looked at my booklist. A number of strange book names were listed on it.

"Now," Hagrid said. "Where to first?"

"I want a wand!" Keith exclaimed.

"Okay, we can get a wand firs, I suppose." And we set of for a wand shop.

We found one, "Olivanders" wand shop. It was verry dark inside, and there wasn't anyone else there except another boy. He was very tall and gangling, with flaming red hair and big hands and feet.

"Hullo," I said akwardly. The boy blushed, as it was an embarrasment to be seen in a shop.

"Uh, hi." He said and turned around.

"What-is-you-name?" Keith asked. I punched his arm.

"He's just from england, Keith. It's not like he's a martian." I turend to the boy.

"My name is Doug," I told him. "This is my friend Keith, and my talented sister Carrie."

"Yo!" Carrie said abruptly. "What's your name?"

"Er, Ron." the boy said again, but turned around to look at them, he seemed less shy now."You starting at Hogwarts to?" He asked us.

"Yup," I said. "Very short notice. We came from america. You know, the place you fought a war against in 1776."

"Cool. Are any of your family wizards?" He asked us.

"I'm the only one in my family!" Keith said proudly.

"Well, our Aunt was a wizard." I said simply. "Her name was Laurie Ross." Ron's eyes widened.

"She was one of the best witches to ever attend Hogwarts!" Ron said impressed. But it was time for the boy to leave.

"See ya at Hogwarts!" He called. A man with silvery eyes stepped up to him. The pupils were so big, they looked like shiny melons.

To be continued, see part two!