Summary: Misty Miller (original character) is going to Hogwarts.

Disclaimer: I do not own any part of the wonderful world of Harry Potter created by J.K. Rowling.

First Year

The owl came first thing on Saturday morning. "Mail's here!" announced my father as four large owls swooped in through the window.

"Looks like someone's been accepted to Hogwarts!" added my mother.

Up until this point I had been paying no attention to the conversation, but as soon as I heard those two words I looked up from my novel with excitement."My letter's here?" She smiled and nodded as she slid an envelope across the kitchen table. There was a wax seal bearing the Hogwarts crest holding the envelope shut. I tore through it and began reading.

"Dear Miss Miller,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find an enclosed list of all necessary books and equipment. Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later than July 31.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress."

Then my five-year-old sister, Kitty, skipped into the room. Her shoulder-length platinum blonde curls bounced about her face, in contrast to my long golden brown hair, the blue of her eyes as light as the brown of mine is dark.

"Guess what?" I said mischievously.

"What is it, Misty?" she asked.

"I got my Hogwarts letter!" I screamed excitedly. Kitty cheered.

"Well, the first thing we have to do," said my mom, "is go to Diagon Alley."

"Yes!" said my dad. "We have to celebrate with ice cream!" We all laughed.

Once we had bought everything on the school list and a gray owl who I named Sadie we headed to Ollivander's. I felt a chilly breeze rush over me as I stepped through the door into the ancient wand shop. My parents had stayed at Eeylops Owl Emporium so Kitty could look around at all of the owls, cats, toads, and other creatures. The shop was dusty and quaint. Towering shelves lined the walls, piled high with boxes of wand. I'd been to many stores in Diagon Alley before, but I'd never been inside the oldest and most enchanting of all, Ollivander's. I reached out to feel the wood of the shelves, wondering if it was as smooth as it appeared, when a frizzy-haired old man slid across the loft railing on a ladder.

"Ah... a new customer. I wonder..."