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Predictions
Prologue
Three years earlier
Location: Cackles Academy for Witches/ Home
"Now, class, today I thought that I should liven up our Magical Studies by assigning you each a 'pen pal' from another wizarding school, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, to see how other students of magical backgrounds learn." The whispers of excitement grew to be practically shouts in my head as Miss Cackle finished her sentence. "Quiet, girls, quiet, please. The envelope on your desk is the name of your pen pal. You may open them now." No one hesitated in opening their envelope. When I opened mine, a piece of paper held a single name: Hermione Granger. I wonder who she is?
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End of the first year
"Class, I suspect you know what time of the year it is, no? I would like to inform you that you do not have to continue your writings to your pen pal, but if you wish to, please come and see me to receive the mailing address. Class dismissed." As my fellow witches filed out of the classroom, I was the only one who stayed back to have my pen pal's mailing address. She and I had a lot in common, we both came top in our year, and we both enjoyed reading. She even suggested a few books that I may like.
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End of third year, June
"Honey, come here, please, I need to tell you something." Mum called from the living room.
"Yes?"
She sighed. It was evident that this was something that she didn't want me to know, because when I tried to read her mind, she blocked her thoughts so I couldn't . "We're moving. To Bristol. You'll have to transfer schools because the ministry is transferring me to St. Mungo's Hospital."
"W-what?! You can't do that! All my friends are here! You can't just expect me to leave… I … I … Can't! Where are we moving to, anyways?"
"Number… six? Privet Drive."
"Great." I put a lot of sarcasm into that one word. With that, I turned around and stalked up to my room, slammed the door, grabbed a quill and a piece of paper, and began to write:
Dear Mione,
How awful my day has been.. you know what happened today?! My mother told me that we're moving. God this sucks. Sorry, but this means that you can't come and visit this summer. Well, at least somegood came out of this whole moving fandago... I'll be transferring to Hogwarts! But, to top it all off of the crap scale, we'll be living in an all-muggle community (no offence)! Do you know where Privell... no, Privet Drive is it? Well, that's where I'll be living from now on... Number six. Well, since I am going to Hogwarts (but I have yet to receive my letter), have you any suggestions on books I should read before the summer is up? Maybe we'll meet up at Diagon Alley, to get our books for the school year. Oh, and when we do, be sure to bring some galleons for a formal dress, I'll tell you why when we meet up.
- Sophie
"Mum! I'm going down to the post office now to mail Hermione a letter... Why can't I have an owl? Everybody else does..."
"If everybody jumped of a cliff, would you jump too?" Mum said with a questioning eyebrow raised... I wonder how she does that... Something to try later.
"Yes, then I'd laugh at them because they can't levitate themselves without using magic... or a broom." I replied dryly.
"You know you're not supposed to let anyone know about your powers, Sophia. If the Ministry ever found out, they would continously do tests upon you, and possibly Danny. I couldn't bear that." She cleared her throat, clearly closing the subject, but didn't speak, instead I read her thoughts. If you save up enough galleons, you can get an owl. IF you promise to take care of it. Understand? I nodded my head in comprehension. Good.
Maybe I'll get a job babysitting the muggle children, perhaps. I'll put up some flyers.
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Sigh. I've been babysitting the brattiest kids in the neighborhood. For three very long, torturous hours. Only two more to go and I get my pay... fun. Not.
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A light brown barn owl tapped on my window. I could see that it was Hermione's family owl and it had a letter tied to it's leg. I was so tired from babysitting for a week straight, that I could hardly move. But I knew I had to. With a groan, I heaved myself up onto my feet and shuffled slowly towards the windowsill to let it in. It hooted in appreciation as I untied the letter from it's leg. I searched my room for some food when I remembered that I had brought up my supper up from the kitchen to my room because Danny was crying and gave me a headache. I tore off a piece of toast and fed it to him. After he finished it off, I settled back down on my bed, opened the letter, and began to read:
Dear Sophie,
That's great to hear that you're moving, and transferring to Hogwarts, too! The fourth year will be so much fun with you around. I wonder what house you'll be in?And, no offence taken. I happen to know that one of my friends, Harry, lives on Privet Drive... number four, I believe, so that means that you'll be next door neighbors! Well, since you're going to be going to Hogwarts, I would recommend reading Hogwarts, A History, by Bathilda Bagshot. It tells you everything you would need to know about Hogwarts. Anyways, I would love to meet you at Diagon Alley when you get your letter from the school. I've rounded up a few exrta galleons for the dress, and I can't wait to hear the explanation. When are you moving, anyways? You forgot to mention it in your letter. I'll tell Harry that he's going to have magical neighbors! I know he'll be so thrilled.
-Mione.
Ugh. I just remembered. The Triwizard tournament was supposed to be hosted at Hogwarts this year, and of course, the Yule Ball, I saw it in my vision, since I'm a Seer. That's how I have purple eyes. My cover up is that my father has blue eyes and that my mother is half albino, with pink eyes. Blue plus pink is purple, is it not? Plus, I'm not really lying, my father does have blue eyes and my mother is half albino with pink eyes. Yet, strangely enough, Danny doesn't have purple eyes, but instead, topaz. I don't know how, so don't come asking me, but my guess is that it's a mer–
Hermione's owl snapped me out of my thoughts with a soft hoot. "Sorry" I said to it with a pat on the head. I found a piece of paper and a pen and scribbled down:
Dear Hermione,
Moving day is on the 20th of July, a Sunday, three weeks from today. I asked Mum why we couldn't just shrink the boxes and apparate there, but she said that we had to get movers to do it the muggle way because it would look strange if two people and a baby just pop up on the front doorstep of our new house. I have to agree with her there. Ahh well. So, are you going to that big quidditch thing in two weeks time? I am... but I was somewhat forced 'coz my mum loves that sport. I for one think it's rather pointless, hitting mad bludgers and chasing after a tiny little golden ball.. it's going to be loud game, I can tell you that. I'll send you a letter as soon as I receive my Hogwarts one, then we can go to Diagon Alley.. our parents needn't drive, we can take the Knight Bus. Thanks for the recommendation. Oh, don't bother telling Harry, let him be surprised.
-Sophia
"Here you are," I said as I tied the letter to the owl's leg. When it was ready, it flew off into the distance, becoming nothing but a brown speck in the orange and pink sky. I was so tired that I fell back on my bed and went unconscious with sleep.
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The week went by pretty quickly. I babysat some more, earning some more money towards my goal: an owl and a formal dress for the ball. God, at this rate, I'll be babysitting until the end of summer! No, wait I can't, I'll be gone. Ahahahah! I wonder when my letter is going to arrive, I'll need it soon, school starts on September 1st, and I want to be prepared a three weeks before so I can spend some time with my father in the Black Lake of Hogwarts. That's where he lives, see, in the lake, because he's a –
"Sofa! Time for bed, it's getting late, tomorrow you should begin to box up some of your stuff," or at least clean your room. She added in at the end.
"I heard that!" Good, now to sleep with you.
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The following week usually revolved around babysitting, packing, and looking after Danny, not that he did much but sleep in his crib, and eat... and poo... and pee. A lot. By the time the week was up my mother was beside herself with happiness for two reasons. Reason one: we were already half packed with a week left before the move. Reason two: that Quidditch thing was tomorrow. I honestly don't see the point, I already know who'll win... The Irish. Oh well, might as well get some sleep. Zzzzzzzz...
A/N:So, what did ya think? Reviews are welcome, as is constructive criticism.