I think that sometimes we forget what fan fiction is really about, the joy of celebrating the creative magic of one J.K Rowling, that without her words that took us away from our everyday lives, into a world where we could lose ourselves and forget all out troubles. That's what true magic is. The ability to inspire the world! That's what this story is all about.

Chapter 1: The Letter They Didn't Expect.

When I was younger I always wished for the magic you find in the fairy tales we read as a young child, this included the harry potter books, little did I know at the time that it wasn't just the best story every written, but it was an actual reality where dragons really soared and goblins really existed in a bank called Gringods.

I guess I'm getting a little of track really, let me introduce myself, the name is Gabriel Cherub, weird name right, let's just say my mum has a thing about angels and when I was born she thought I was a gift from the lord. Caroline (my mummy) had been told by to many specialists to count that she couldn't have children, something was wrong with her ovaries I think. It doesn't really matter anyway, the point is I like my name no matter what others think about it even if it is a little weird, but its original and that's perfect for me, I don't like being the same as everyone else, makes things boring and dull in my opinion but that doesn't really matter.

I remember the day clearly, I may have been only eleven at the time but I don't think anyone could forget the first time they had an owl fly into their dining room during your average morning breakfast. Let's just say my mum was a little freaked, if you can call screaming and trying to whack the poor creature around his small head with a broom.

It was rather amusing if you ask me.

By the time we finally realised that all the owl was trying to do was drop a piece of paper onto the table, we both felt rather horrible for the way we had acted, especially after my dear mother read the letter the owl had delivered.

Dear Mr & Mrs Cherub,

I hereby write to invite your daughter, a Miss Gabriel Cherub, to attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in Scotland. The teachers of the school are aware that as you have no prior knowledge of such a thing as magic and the Wizarding community as a whole, that you may think that this letter to be a hoax intent on falling you into a scam of some sort, rest assured, this is no joke, such a thing as magic exists, in fact, I am positive that you have most likely heard of the popular fictional story of Harry Potter. The story is true to the letter 'T'. I understand that just from my word you may not still believe the very important information that I have just written to you, but it is true, and I must say, you may have already noticed strange things happening around your household, for instance objects going missing, strange unexplainable goings on happening around people as well as in some cases levitation of objects. I ask of you, please keep an open mind in all matters of the universe, for you never knows what is really out there.

A representive of the school, a Miss Searces will be arriving at your household to explain important information and ask any questions you may have.

Sincerely,

Head Mistress of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry,

Minerva McGonagall.

P.S. I hope to see your daughter ready for school on the first September.

What is going on, surely I cannot be a witch, and surely such beings only exist in books and movies? This must be a joke, but I can see my mother looking worried and shocked. Like she can't believe that her daughter actually got such a letter.

'Surely it is not possible.' She whispered.

'What isn't possible mum, what's going on?'

'We will need to wait until your father gets home honey, we have something we need to tell you and it won't be easy, be patient please.'

'Yes mother.' Said a still curious little me.

Dinner time:

'When I was younger I used to live with my cousin as well as your grandparents. But we weren't called Cherubs like you may thing, our name was once Dursley, that was until the Harry Potter books came out. As you can imagine, our name got a bit of grief, even when it was a name in a 'fictional ' story people still looked upon it like it was a bad word. Do you understand honey?' said the former Dudley Dursley

'The story's real, and Harry Potters real, but that means the whole story is real.'

'Yes sweetie. I'm sorry we never told you, as you can imagine me and your father never thought that you were going to be a witch, but looking back, I guess I can see the signs.'

'I'm really a witch? Will I get to go to Hogwarts and learn everything Harry and Ron and Hermione learned in the books, get to go to Diagon alley and go to Hogsmead?' Asked Gabriel Excitedly.

'If that's what you want my princess.'

'THAANNKKKK YYYYYYYOOOOUUUU. This is the best thing ever, I can't believe I'm a witch, when can we go to Diagon alley?'

'After this teacher has come to give us the info, I never went with harry so I wouldn't know how to get there.' Replied her father rather logically.