Chapter one: Happy Birthday
Lucy Smith was a lonely child. She was only ten years old, and she hadn't many friends. Her whole childhood had been devoted to the books. She loved to read, but sometimes, she really missed to have a friend. Lucy had long brown hair, and big, brown eyes. Tomorrow was her eleventh birthday, and she knew that her mother was planning a party for her, even though she didn't want one. When she went to bed that night, her last thought before she fell asleep was: "I want something special".
The first thing she noticed when she woke up the next morning was her mom, standing in the doorway with a fold that contained her breakfast. She gave her daughter a kiss on the cheek.
"Happy birthday Sweetie. I'm sorry, but your father couldn't make it, you know how he is"
She had a sad twinkle in her eyes, but the little girl who had just turned eleven smiled at her.
"It's OK mom. He is a busy man, I understand"
Under the facade though, Lucy was always sad that her father didn't show up at her birthdays or any other special days. It was like his new family had made him forget all about her.
When Lucy was eating dinner that day, the doorbell rang, and her mother went to open it. Outside, there was a man that looked quite weird. He was wearing a kilt, and weird looking trousers under. Lucy started to giggle; the man was so funny looking. The man started talking to her mother, and after a while, they both entered the kitchen. The man was the first one to sit down. They had a long talk that ended with: "Lucy, you have to believe it. You are a witch." Lucy looked at her mom, just for an affirmative nod. Her mother nodded, and waited for her daughter's reaction. The girl just stared at them for a moment, and then burst out laughing. "Very funny" She said. "But honey, it's true! My mother was a witch, but I was born without the powers. I have been waiting for this day for years, wondering if you would get the letter." Her mother smiled, and the little girl stopped laughing. "This isn't a joke?" The girl looked at the man, who shook his head. "It's not. Do you accept the offer of a place at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry?" Lucy nodded slowly. "I think I do"
The first shock of hearing that she was a witch had faded after a week or two, and Lucy looked forward to the 1 September. One day her mother decided to take her to Diagon Alley so she could by all the stuff she needed when she was going to Hogwart. They took the train down to London, and then started to look for the pub named "The Leaky caldron". They found it at last, and a minute after, they stood in Diagon Alley. Lucy couldn't believe what she saw. It was stores all over, but not stores like home. Outside one, she saw a broomstick, and around it, there was a lot of kids and a few grown up's. Everybody stared at the broom, like they expected it to do something more than just lying there, and suddenly the broom came to live. Lucy stared, and stared. The broom flew a few inches of the ground, Lucy could not believe it. When they slowly began to walk down the street, Lucy still had her thoughts on the broom. She was totally amazed. They walked straight towards a snow-white building, and soon they stood in a marblehall. There were little men everywhere, and all of them looked a bit angry. Lucy took her mother's hand, and together they found a goblin that could change money for them.
1 September came closer every second. Lucy couldn't wait. When they were in Diagon Alley, her mom bought her an owl that could carry her mail. Lucy had named it "Golden", since there was a golden light in the owl's eyes. She was so happy, and she could really say that her birthday wish had come true. Now it was just waiting.
