This is my very first fanfiction so please be kind in the reviews.

Chapter 1

My bedroom window leads to the shaft in the middle of our apartment building, were four other windows of other apartments lead to it too. In the early morning, the birds fly down into the shaft, and chirp and tweet, and wake me up. The birds wake me up almost every morning, at around eight. My room is pale, with only a bit of sunlight shining through my window. It's a white room, with white modern furniture. I sleep on the right side of my bed and my laptop sits on the left side with South Park episodes playing over and over, that I would fall asleep to.

Not only do the birds wake me up in the morning, but my little brother Joey does too. He darts off of his bed as soon as his eyes open, to sit on his chair and play on his computer and Play Station with all his other computer addicted friends. He would call them from his computer and scream and shout at the game he would be playing. This usually puts me into a bad mood.

I get frustrated easily. I wish I don't, but I guess it's apart of my character. But as soon as I wake, all I can think of is screaming "Shut up!" to Joey. I don't mind waking up to the sound of chirping birds though. I stretch my legs and stretch my back, let out a little groan and sit up. I reach for my phone beside my pillow to check if I've received any messages, or notifications. Social networking is pointless in my opinion. No one uses it for the reasons it was created. It was meant for people to connect with each other, and post things that you have been up to with family and friends. Instead, people abuse the ability to post, and post inappropriate pictures of themselves, usually girls, expecting over a hundred likes. Unfortunately, it is addicting.

I finally crawl out of bed, put on a pair of pyjama trousers, and walk to the kitchen where I find my father. My father is a selfless man, in the middle of his 40s. He is tall and slim, with shaved hair and bags under his eyes. He slumps down as he stands, and looks out the kitchen window, while sipping on a chocolate milkshake he makes every morning.

"Good morning Dad" I say while yawning.
"Good morning," he says. A smirk stretches across his face. "Do you need any help making your eggs?"
"No, thanks."
"I'm going downstairs for the post," he says, puts down the milkshake and walks out of the house, shutting the door behind him.

The entrance to the kitchen is a wide arch. There is the exact arch opposite it too, that leads to the living room. The window in the kitchen brings in the sunlight, which lights up the whole room so there is no need to turn on the lights in the morning. The cupboards, drawers, the fridge, basically everything in the kitchen is made out of wood, the outside is green wood. It is not modern, but it's home, and it's a cosy looking kitchen.

In the middle of making my eggs, my father comes back into the house and sets the post on the table after going through all the letters. His eyes become wider when he pauses at a certain letter.

"Elle Eaton" he reads out. "12 Westfield Street, Pine Bridge." The envelope is sealed with red wax, the colour of blood. A logo is stamped on top of it, that I have never seen.
"Can I see it, please?" I say, after staring at the letter for a few seconds. He passes the letter to me, and stands behind me, waiting for me to open it.
"Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry?" he blurts out. "Is this some kind of a joke?"

I peel it open, trying not to ruin the red wax, and take out the letter. I unfold it and begin to read it out loud.

"Dear Ms. Eaton,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find the enclosed list of all necessary books and equipment.

Term begins on September 1st. We await your owl by no later than July 31st.

Yours Sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress"

I look up to my father with my mouth wide. All that manages to escape my mouth is "What do we do?"