My amazing journey at Hogwarts
My name is Benjamin Christopher. I am currently 10 years old, approaching 11 in January. Only, I am not really an ordinary child. My parents thought I was, expecting that I would follow in their footsteps, taking after them in every way. Well, they were sadly mistaken. I was taken out of kindergarten when I was 3 because people complained that I was different. I could do things ordinary people cannot do. On my first day, I made the crayons levitate. On the second day, I smashed the windows just by looking at them. And on the third day, I was taken out of kindergarten because I set the building on fire.
Every time I went into the shopping centre, I would accidentally do something wrong, like knocking over the tins of spaghetti stacked on top of each other, or moving shelves to opposite corners. My parents began to get really scared, so they took me to a psychologist, which studied me, then announced to my shocked parents, "Ah. Your son possesses a special ability. You should be very proud, these don't happen very often. They are very rare. He just doesn't quite know how to use this power well yet, because of his age. But he will learn…"
"What? How do you know?" My mum asked, strangely, like she knew what was wrong with me.
"I know because my daughter has the same thing. Good bye."
My mum and dad said something about his daughter going into a hog with warts or something.
Whenever they go to visit some friends, my parents make me stay home. They are scared for my safety. They are really nice though. I haven't been many places because of this. However, things changed on my 11th birthday.
I walked down the stairs, expecting the unexpected, as usual. To my surprise, there were two envelopes on the table. I opened the one that had the word "Ben" written on it in scribbled letters. It read:
Dear Ben,
Happy Birthday. We hope you have a good day.
From, mum and dad.
PS. Look in the envelope.
I peered inside it to find a 20 dollar note. Wow. I would thank them, but where I didn't know where they were. Where were my parents? I peered at our front door to see a note on the floor. Oh no!
Dear Ben. We will be back soon; we have just gone to the shops to get something. See you soon.
As I went to open the second envelope, the front door opened to reveal my mum and dad holding a big heavy box wrapped in green wrapping paper.
"Happy birthday, son," my dad said, and handed me the box.
"Wow, thanks." I hugged them and started attacking the present ferociously.
"Oh my god! A bike! Thanks!" I hugged them again. I couldn't believe that they actually got me a bike! How fabulous.
We all stared at the envelope, until mum said "go on, open it."
On the front of this envelope, was:
Mr. Benjamin Christopher, 23 Fern Grove, Oxfordshire, England.
I turned it over and saw an unusual sticker with the word "Hogwarts" on it.
"What is 'Hogwarts'?"
Mum opened her mouth to say something, but put her hand over her mouth as if she remembered not to say anything. How strange.
I mysteriously opened the envelope. There was a neatly folded note inside. I opened the letter and began to read. My parents started whispering to each other strangely.
Dear Mr. Christopher,
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 1st September. We look forward to meeting you.
Your sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall.
Deputy Headmistress.
"Congratulations," said mum. "I got mine when I was 11 too -" dad interrupted her.
"Kelly! Shhhh!"
"What! You mean you are a witch! Ahhh!" I screamed.
"Calm down! Yes. We both are. But I wanted to keep it a surprise for you, Ben."
"Congratulations, son. Lets hope you go into Ravenclaw, like we both did," dad said happily.
"Okay, lets go and get your books from Diagon Alley!"
"What," I said.
"You'll find out soon. Now…" Mum walked over to our fire place and got a cup of dust off the top.
"Ben, Michael, quickly. Come into the fire place."
"What are you holding?"
"This is floo powder. It is a magical dust that can transport you to places if you can't apparate."
"What!" I said.
"Stop asking questions, and have a fun adventure using your eyes to see," dad suggested.
"I w-"But before I could protest, dad ran up behind me and we all got into the fire place.
Mum grabbed some floo powder, put the cup back on the fire place, and said "Diagon Alley." She dropped the floo powder into the fire place. A green fire appeared and we all disappeared. I was going through a tunnel. It was an incredible feeling. I can't describe how it felt. It was like going through time.