DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry Potter or its characters. Only Kia Gibson belongs to me.

Yesterday we buried my great granddad Grumpa and yesterday I found out that I am a witch. A part of me is still processing the fact that the supernatural exists but another part of me is triumphant because I always had the suspicion that it did. When I got home after the funeral, I went to change into something more comfortable and when I entered the room I found a letter on my bed that was addressed to me. Here is what it said:

Kia,

I know this might come as a shock to you but I know you can handle it. As you may know I am from Scotland. It's where I was born and raised. What you don't know about me is that I left because I was in danger. You see my dear, I am a wizard. I put my wand away years ago as a necessary precaution to make sure that he could never find me. No one in the family knows except for you and you'll have to tell your mom. The reason I'm confiding in you is because you're the one that will carry on our family's legacy. When you were much younger I sensed magic in you and once I die, the binding I placed on you confining your magic will cease to be.

I know it is a lot to ask but I hope that you decide to accept the Wizarding World as your destiny. I have complete confidence that you will be able to re-establish the Gibson family name in Europe. It will be challenging but I know you can handle it. If you choose to continue our family's legacy go back to The Village. In the right corner of my bedroom there is a box that will only open to a drop of your blood. In that box you will find my wand, you don't have to use it as your own. I just want you to keep it safe for me. It's a 12 1/2 inch wand made of sycamore wood with a dragon's heartstring as its core.

I hope you don't fret too much about my request as you will be guided by some old friends of mine. They will visit you and take you to a boarding school in Scotland known as Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry. I have to say that it is definitely the best school to learn magic. There is a lot to the Wizarding World than meets the eye.

Until next time my dear,

Grumpa

Upon reading Grumpa's letter I was quick to coax my cousins into riding our bikes to his old home. When they were distracted reminiscing about times past, I went into Grumpa's bedroom under the pretense of needing to use the bathroom, pricked my finger with a needle on his dresser and then I opened the ornate box that was left for me. Just like he said, there was a wand. I stared at it for a few seconds until I heard my name being shouted. Closing the lid and placing the box in my backpack I ran outside to join my cousins. They had no idea my life was about to change.