Chapter 1 - The Day She Thought Would Be Ordinary
Kirsty opened her eyes, then closed them again. Due to the bright light that was pouring though her window. She sat up. Then set about reading an amazing book she had brought in Tesco's the week before. This book was called 'Harry Potter and the Philosophers stone.'
She knew she could read for hours. She was finally on the second to last chapter (Through the trapdoor) and was grinning in anticipation. She had her fingers crossed in her lap that the smart Hermione Granger would choose the right potion to get back, or in Harry's case through, the flames.
Though Kirsty was a normal eleven year old girl; she acted more mature than her age. However, this meant her friendship groups where small, but close.
She sighed, she was really looking forward to starting year seven in September. She would be going to a new school, Sanford prep. Though it was just an ordinary comprehensive; she would be going there with all of her friends.
About an hour later, her nails considerably shorter from biting them during the battle Harry had fought against Quirrel and Voldermort, she relaxed. Her book slid to the floor and she slipped into her own small world.
Suddenly, their was a 'tap, tap' at the window. She assumed it was the branch of the old oak that stood in the back yard. However, when it came again she decided she would take a look. She peered out of the window. Then jumped out of her skin with shock!
There in front of her own eyes was an elegant tawny owl, a tawny owl that obviously wanted to enter the room. Kirsty opened the window obligingly. The owl swooped in, then landing on the surface of her desk and stuck its leg out.
Kirsty, assuming this was not normal owl behaviour, stared at the leg, to make sure the owl was not hurt.
She gasped.
There, tied too its leg, was a letter. She carefully untied the letter. The owl waited, so Kirsty turned her attention to the envelope in her hands. It was heavy. Made of something thicker than normal paper. She also noticed it was slightly yellow in colour. However the writing on the front was certainly not yellow, The writing was a vivid green. Almost emerald in colour. It said,
'Miss Kirsty Broom,
The middle bedroom,
Poole,
Dorset.'
She turned it over with bated breath. It had all come rushing back to her. Only the over day she had read about Harry Potter receiving one of these. But no, that was insane. The possibility of witches and wizards living up and down the country was a childish idea, a day dream. She closed her eyes for a second. Then, after opening them again, she starred at the seal. It was sealed in wax, a letter 'H' was in the centre, a badger, a snake, a lion and a raven encircled it.
Kirsty ripped open the envelope with trembling fingers, pulled out another slip of the yellowish paper and began to read,
'Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry
Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore (order of Merlin, first class, Grand sorc., chf. Warlock, supreme mugwump, international confed. Of wizards)
Dear Miss Broom, We are pleased to inform you that you have a place at Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry. Please find enclosed list of all necessary books and equipment. Term begins on 1st September. We await you owl no later than the 31st of July.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagal
Deputy Headmistress'
After scanning her equipment list, Kirsty screamed with delight. Just then her mother came rushing in.
"Kirsty are you alright?" she asked.
"Yes mum I'm fine," Kirsty replied, "look at this mum!"
Her mother starred at where she was pointing.
"Kirsty, why, may I ask, have you got an owl in your bedroom?"
"Mum calm down, it came to deliver this!" Kirsty exclaimed.
So with no further a do, she thrust the letter into her mother's hands, she starred in disbelief. Kirsty watched her mother's eyes go from right to left across the paper.
"Kirsty,' her mum eventually stated, "to me this just looks like a stupid joke. It's just not possible that there is a school for witches and wizards, to be honest it's barmy, I expected you to know that."
"Mum, it's real," Kirsty persisted, sounding slightly put out, "I just know it, I can feel it."
"Well I'm going to need some proof Kirsty," her mum replied, leaving the room.
Kirsty sat on her bed, tears welling up behind her eyes, the injustice about the fact her mother did not believe her was ripping her in two. It had to be true, it just had to be.
Suddenly, the owl behind her screeched. She looked into it's eyes, suddenly an idea popped into her head. She grabbed a piece of paper and a pen and wrote:
Dear McGonagall,
I have received your letter, however a slight problem has been raised. My parents, being non-magic people (I think anyway), are un willing to believe that this letter is true. My mother tells me she needs proof. I would truly love to come to Hogwarts. However, unless an idea can be formed to prove its existence to my mother, I see little hope of attending.
If you are able to help with the situation please reply A.S.A..P .
Yours sincerely
Kirsty Broom
Kirsty quickly tied the letter to the owl's leg. Then without waiting for instructions the owl flew back from where it had come.
