This is my first proper fanfic that I did on my own. Sorry about this chapter originally being too short, I lengthened it like I said before. It was short because it was originally meant to be competition with a word limit of 500 words, but then I thought that I wouldn't get far in the competition, so I put it here so I can see what people think of it. Please note that if you've read it before I've changed bits in it. Please review.

Disclaimer: Only the one or two of the characters and the plot is mine, the rest is J K Rowling's.

The Letter

Jenny was coming home for a normal boring afternoon. On the way, she read a Harry Potter book. Her ink black hair, which was let out, blew in the wind getting in her way, but she continued reading because she was hooked to the book. Her dark brown eyes darted from one line to another taking in the words it had seen on the many times she had read this book before. She turned the page once more with her long slender fingers. She looked at her hands she reminded herself once more to cut her long sharp helpful nails, she had to do that or she would be in trouble at school again. She always thought that had she cut them but when she went to school the next day they were as long as ever. She never minded about her nail growing too long, she liked it longer, but at school they were never pleased with them. There were too many rules about how to have your hair, how to have your nail, what colour stuff you should have etc. She hated those rules and she knew silly rules like those weren't placed in Hogwarts. She wished she could go to Hogwarts.

After a while, to her disappointment, she reached her boring and eventless home. Where nothing interesting happened unlike Hogwarts. How many times she wished she would be able to go to Hogwarts. She probably had that thought a million times in a day. Putting her highly interesting book back into her bag and taking out her house key, she opened the door. Peeking inside she expected to find no one in, as both her parents worked in the afternoon. But surprisingly they were at home waiting for her. She wondered what the matter was because both of them preferred not to stay off work. She decided to ignore them and sneak upstairs so that she could escape any trouble he was in. But, as she was creeping upstairs by tip-toeing, they noticed her and ordered her to come back down again. She followed their command reluctantly, now completely sure she was in huge trouble.

Her mum went somewhere and brought back an envelope. It was thick and heavy, made of yellowish parchment and it had no stamp. The address which was written in emerald-green ink was addressed exactly to her; it had her name, her room, and then all the normal stuff. She recognized this from her Harry Potter books. But this couldn't be a letter from Hogwarts, she reminded herself: Hogwarts was a fictional place and it was created mainly out of J K Rowling's imagination. She turned the envelope over; there was a purple wax seal with the Hogwarts coat of arms. She was shocked. She had dreamed about going to this fictional place ever since she started reading the books, but she had never believed that her dream would come true and even now she couldn't believe it.

Her parents looked at her. They were waiting for her to open it, so she did and found an invitation to Hogwarts. She wasn't sure what to think, should she be excited or should she be suspicious?

"This owl delivered this letter," her dad said pointing to a brown tatty untidy but strangely smart and important looking owl that she hadn't noticed before.

"This is supposed to be an invitation from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry," she told them.

Instead of being shocked like her, her mum just said "That would explain the strange and magical happenings around you."

"So should I reply?" she asked them still unsure about the letter.

"You should, at least to see if it's real," they replied.

So she quickly got a piece of paper and a pen. And she wrote:

"Dear Professor McGonagall,

Thank you for you invitation. I don't know whether to believe the invitation is real or not. If it is real, I accept your invitation.

Yours sincerely,

Jenny Wilson"

She sent the owl with her letter.

That afternoon she stood in front of a mirror and brushed her long silky layered hair, she thought about the letter once again. Though her common sense told her that she would be disappointed, something inside her told her it was really going to happen. She imagined herself in Hogwarts and smiled, she knew that if that letter was real she'd have a lot more fun than she had ever had in her life. Maybe with a bit of luck, she'd be part of the amazing wizarding world.