Prolouge
On an average street in an average town lived a not so average girl, who was no more than ten years old. She however had no idea how special she really was and how many lives she would save. On this specific day this girl was hurrying out of the house to spend the afternoon playing under a shady tree.
As she did every time she went outside, she looked in the mailbox and saw a single envelope. The girl noticed the strange stamp keeping it closed. She grabbed it and turned it over in her hands curiously and almost dropped it. Her heart started beating faster. She blinked. Pushing her dark red hair back she read her name written on the envelope. Careful not to rip the envelope she opened it and pulled out a letter. She scanned the beautiful handwriting and then reread it. Her green eyes widened and a smile broke out on her face. She couldn't believe it. She was a witch.
At the same moment, but in a different town and a very different house a boy of the same age ran to the windowsill. An tawny owl had landed there and was holding an envelope in its beak. The envelope was almost identical to the young girl's. The only difference was that instead of her name it had his name written on it.
Unlike the girl the boy knew exactly what the letter would say without even opening it. He jumped up and down in excitement. He bounced around so much that his glasses almost fell off his face. Pushing them back on his nose, he ripped the letter open and read the letter quickly. He ran his fingers through his thick, always messy, jet black hair. He dropped it on the table and ran to tell his parents the exciting news.