Note: When you look at the facts, it is clearly impossible that I could never have written Harry Potter. I am not British... I've never even been out of the U.S. I am completely broke, I was born in 1997, and I am not that awesome, so sorry to dissapoint you.
Chapter I
The letter arrived at precisely 10:00 a.m. Monday, July 1st. I was listening to Slipknot in our room when Mrs. Cole slipped the letter under the door. I slid off my bed and crawled over to the door. The letter was addressed to me. I picked it up and brought it to the bed. Just as I was tearing the envelope, it was snatched out of my hands.
"HEY!" I screamed, turning around to face my brother, Tom. "Give it back! It's none of your business!" Tom ignored me and pulled out the letter. I gave up yelling and tackled him. We rolled around for a minute until I got him in a head lock. "Give it up, kid!" I said. He tapped out and gave me the letter. I looked at it and read:
HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY
Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Score, Chf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)
Dear Miss Riddle,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on September 1. We await your owl no later than July 31.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall,
Deputy Headmistress
Tom looked in the envelope and pulled out another sheet of paper. "It's a list of all the stuff you need," he told me. He scoffed. "Where are you supposed to get this stuff anyway? 'A Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration'? Really?"
"Give me that, stupid," I rolled my eyes and took the paper. "What did you expect? It does say that it's a magic school, anyway."
Tom sat down on my bed and said: "Well, what if it's just a joke? Someone could have gotten your name from Mrs. Cole or…" he shrugged. I went to my desk turned off my music, and then I sat down next to him and pointed out the address on the envelope. It was addressed to:
Miss Theodora Riddle
Left half of Room 27
Wool's Orphanage
London, England
"How could they know what side of the room I'm on? I don't think it's a hoax. You have been saying that you have these weird powers, right? Maybe this is related."
"Then why did you get a letter and I didn't?" he pointed out.
"Well…" I paused. "Maybe it's because I was born before you?"
"Yah right," he said. Just then, there was a knock on the door.
"Come along, children," Martha's voice came from the other side of the door. "It's time for lunch."