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Chapter OneI was on my way to the market to get some bread for my mum when I came across the oddest of people. It was a boy and his dad walking along the side of the road with an owl and a trunk. It was your average scene-well maybe not the owl- but the thing that was very odd about them was their wardrobe.
The boy was wearing some black robes and it had a strange symbol on it. It was a lion-or so it looked like- and above the picture was the word Hogwarts. What did that mean? The father was also wearing some black robes, but he had a hat on, almost wizardly. Why would they be wearing those black robes in the summer?
I entered the shop still wondering about them, and what made them different. I was so preoccupied with that, that I didn't hear Angela, the shopkeeper say my name. Great, ow she would be angry with me.
"Marie! How many slices?!" She tapped me on the head. Well, hit would be more accurate. She repeated her question again, which brought me out of my daydream.
"The usual, Angela. Mum says extra is bad." I nodded as if reassuring not only her but also myself. I had started to think more on my own and found out that I was exceedingly knowledgeable. I found that observing and thinking helps me keep from not yelling my knowledge to the whole world
Angela handed me three rolls. One roll for me, one for my mum, and one for my dad. I was glad I didn't have any brother or sisters. I did have a best friend, though, that was like a sister to me. Thera. I had met her five years ago.
I walked down the lane and gave my mum the bread, "I'm gonna go outside to search for some coins for supper tomorrow." She waved goodbye and I was off. My mum thought that I went to search for coins to pay for food, but what I really did alone was look at the bar.
There was a bar at almost the end of the lane called the Leaky Cauldron. It had been abandoned since before I was born. Well, that's what my mum said. She said that it used to belong to a guy named Godris or Godrip or something like that. Well, everyday I see a bunch of people that are dressed like the ones I saw earlier.
The boy and his father went inside the bar. I decided today was the last day that I would be wondering what was through those door.
I pushed the doors open and saw at least 50 of the most odd people I have ever seen in my life. People dresses in every which way-but most of them had robes. I continued walking through the bar and everyone turned and watching me as I went by them. I was following the man and boy, I needed to see where they were going.
They came up to a wall and the man tapped some bricks on it with a strange stick. I forgot which ones he did tap. Suddenly a hand came and took me by the shirt collar and said, "Oi! What are you doing here, you missy? You ain't a witch, you just a slimy old muggle!"
I shook my head and said, "No, I am! Really! I was just trying to get through. You see my parents their muggles and told me off alone. I'd seen the boy and his father walk in and thought that this is the place where I needed to go." You see I actually had no idea what I was saying and just wanted him to let go of me.
"Okay then, missy. Sorry I questioned ya." He walked back over to his chair and continued staring at me. Probably trying to see what I would do at the wall. I walked up to it, gulped, and found a stick on the ground, and tapped the bricks I think I saw the man tap.
The bricks started to move and shake, moving the ground beneath it. I took a few steps back and waited out the little earthquake. What I saw before me was the most-I can't find words to describe- place I have ever seen in my life. It had a bunch of shops all the way down the lane and at the end of all of it was a three-story building. It had lopsided columns on the side and a sign above it said Gringotts.
I continued forward and went inside the Gringotts building. I continued walking in awe of what was before me. Goblins-I had read about them in a textbook in school- and so many of the people like the boy and his father.
"Welcome to Gringotts, Wizard Bank. Do you need anything, ma'am?" I turned around and gasped. A goblin had come up behind me.
"Do you take pounds?" He shook his head and motioned me to come forward to a teller box. "We can exchange your pounds for galleons and sickles and what not."
"Thanks. All I have are one hundred pounds. Will that get me anything?" He smiled, nodded once again, and led me to a vault in a strange train on tracks. "This will be your vault. I'm going to give you a key, and you must keep it at all times. This key will allow you to come back to Gringotts and get more money. "
He took the key from me and opened the vault with it. Inside it was empty, but with a snap of his fingers, it was very full. I gasped as he did this and then looked me. "Never seen magic before? Doesn't have a vault. You must be a muggle-born? Am I right? Yes, a goblin is always right."
He pushed me out with a grunt and I went back to the streets outside. Now I saw a bunch of kids going into this one shop and coming out with robes. Some like the black ones I saw on that other man and his son, but some were of all different colors.
"Are you just gonna stand there or are you gonna buy some robes?" I nodded and walked inside the store.
"Um, I need some of the black robes the other kids were walking out with." She motioned me with a hand to come on top of the stool that she was sitting on before I got in the shop. I stepped up and she got some black robes from some cupboards behind us. She put one of them on and started sizing me. One of the pins got a little too close and she poked me.
"OW!"
"Sorry, missy, but you gotta hold still." I nodded and kept still. She was done sizing about three robes and I paid for them. She said that the gold ones were galleons, the silver ones were sickles, and the brown ones were knuts. I told her I was sorry for the hassle but I'm new to this kind of money.
"Parents muggles?" I nodded and we both talked for a while. Apparently, her parents were muggles too. I said a quick goodbye and head back to the lane. I kept looking at people coming out of different shops with things they didn't have before, so I went in the different stores and bought various items.
Finally, the shopping was done, and I needed a way to get to the school that everyone was talking about. It was called Hogwarts. They all had some sort of tickets that said platform 9 3/4 on them. I followed some girls to the train station and saw the go through the barrier between platforms nine and ten. I took a deep breath and ran at the wall.
A very odd sensation flowed through me when I went through the barrier. It was like a fuzzy, warm feeling, but it wasn't. I can't describe it; it was a new feeling that I had never felt before, ever.
"Where's your ticket?" the conductor said to me, halting me with a hand. I shook my head and said, "I don't have one, but I really want to go to Hogwarts." I tried to make myself look really cute and innocent. He sighed.
"Well, we'll just have to send an owl to Professor Dumbledore about that. Do you have an owl?" I nodded and he held out his hand. I gave him Smokey, my owl, a piece of paper-they called it parchment-, and a pen-they called it a quill.
He quickly started to write. "There, now wait here until we get the letter back. Good thing the train arrived early today." He laughed, but I decided not to laugh because the other, older conductor was looking at me in a mean way, almost glaring at me.
Smokey returned with another piece of pap-parchment on her leg.
It read:
Dear Mr. Summerfield,
I have read your letter at great length and have thought about it very much. This has never happened at Hogwarts, even when The Four were still alive. I feel very privileged to make this decision, but I fear that if I make the wrong decision, the whole of the magical world will be exposed. This girl that wishes she could go to Hogwarts has already purchased all the necessary items to get a good education here at Hogwarts. This proves that she not only has the power of observation, but also a quick mind. Otherwise, she would have probably been caught by now. She reminds me of myself when I was a young lad. On the other hand, she might expose us to the muggle world and that would be on both her head and mine. So, the decision to take her into Hogwarts and teach her magic is this………
A/N: HAHAHAHA cliffy!!! I'm so evil, right? Yeah, so I want at least three reviews and I will continue to make more chapters… Thanks!