Chapter 1 – A Muggle To A Witch
Lexiopeia POV
I sighed as I looked out the window of my new bedroom. I still couldn't believe we moved to England. I kept pinching myself, trying to wake myself up from a dream.
But no, this was real.
I was no longer living in North Carolina. Everything I had over there was now gone. Dad said it was good to move here, that we could start a new beginning, start fresh.
My mum and dad we're finding it hard, living in North Carolina. I sometimes did, too. Ever since Alicia passed away.
She was my younger sister, only eleven years old. Six months ago, she fell ill. She was diagnosed with cancer. It was slowly getting better, the medication she was on was helping, and she was fighting. But two months later, her body started to wear out, and the sickness spread, and eventually, it found her lungs.
Alicia passed away three days later, on the 22nd of June.
The Lynx family- my family, was no longer a family of four, but a family of three.
Two weeks ago, my mum and dad broke the news to me, that we were leaving America and moving to England. And a week later, we were out of the states, arriving at our new home. Where I was now.
I finished unpacking my last box of belongings and looked back up outside the window, seeing a small brown owl, tapping on the window sill.
I smiled, and moved over to sit on the window seat. I pulled the window up and let the owl step onto my arm.
"Hey, there." I cooed, stroking the back of her head with my finger. "You're a gorgeous one, aren't you?"
The owl hooted softly, letting her eyes close.
I furrowed my brows. "What've you got there?" I asked, looking down at the envelope tied to her leg.
The owl opened her eyes and lifted her leg up, waiting for me to take it.
I lowered my arm to the window sill and let the owl step off. Carefully, I untied the string that attached the envelope to her leg.
Lexiopeia Lynx
Number 3 Wisteria Walk, Little Whinging, Surrey, England.
I furrowed my eyebrows. Who was this from? And how did they know my name and address? I hadn't met anyone other than the people living next to us.
I turned the envelope over and brushed my fingers across the red ink stamp of some sort of crest.
What on earth was this for?
I opened the seal and pulled out the letter.
HOGWARTS SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY
Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf, Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)
Dear Ms Lynx,
We are pleased to inform you that you have a place at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on 1 September. We await your owl by no later then 31 July.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress
"Mum!" I yelled, not taking my eyes away from the letter.
"What's up, honey? And please, don't yell. Next time, come and get me." she called.
"You need to come here!" I yelled out again, ignoring her comment. "Now!"
I heard her rushed footsteps come up the stairs.
"What's happened? Are you okay?" she asked frantically, her eyes flicking around the room.
"Yes, I'm fine." I replied. "But look at this." I held out the letter, and watched her eyes scan over the words.
"Oh, my." she said quietly, eyes wide. Her mouth opened, but no words came out.
"Mum?" I asked wearily. "Is everything okay?"
"I never thought there would be a connection." she whispered to herself, her eyes never wavering from the letter.
"Mum, what are you talking about?"
She didn't answer me. "I can't believe..."
"You can't you believe...?" I urged on. I sighed when she didn't answer. "Mum, what's going on?"
The owl gave a hoot, tapping on my window, signalling that she wanted to leave.
Mum finally looked up, her eyes widening as they laid on the brown owl. "Hazelnut." she whispered.
"Mum, what is going on here?" I raised my voice.
"I know that owl." she said, walking over to pet the owl. "Her name's Hazelnut. She was my brothers owl."
"Uncle Henry?"
She nodded and opened the window, letting Hazelnut fly out.
I sat up on my bed, waiting for her to continue talking.
Mum walked over, sitting down next to me. "I never thought I'd have to tell you this, and I never thought the connection would be possible." she started.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Well, when your uncle and I were young kids, he received a letter like yours. It's a little hard to remember now, though.
"We were living in North Carolina, and your uncle transferred over to the school. He left to England for the school year, and came home every holidays.
"He was a wizard. And by the looks of this letter; you're a witch, Lexiopeia."
"A-a what?" I stuttered.
"A witch, and you've been accepted in to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."
"I'm a witch?" I said, bewildered. "Are you a witch?" I asked.
She shook her head.
"Dad?"
"No, he's not a wizard. We're both muggles."
"Muggles?" I questioned. "What are muggles?"
"Non-magic folk," she laughed. "I still remember the wizard coming to our house and saying that." she smiled at the memory.
"I'm magic?" I asked, astonished.
"Yes, honey." Mum smiled.
"But how?"
"I'm not sure. I never thought you'd be a witch, neither did your father." she said. "And if I recall correctly, you're what they call a 'muggle born'.
I nodded, but didn't say anything. This was just all too weird. A witch? I can't be a witch. It just wasn't possible.
"Honey," my mum said softly. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah. Just a lot to process, that's all."
Mum nodded. "Completely understandable."
I still couldn't believe I was a witch. I was a witch!
I grinned. "Mum, I'm a witch!"
She smiled. "I know! And now you get to go to a school that teaches magic! That is, if you want to."
"Are you kidding? I'd love to go!" I shrieked.
"Then, shall I send them a letter saying you will attend?"
I nodded excitedly. "Yes. Right now. Go." I ushered her out of my room. My mum laughed and shook her head as she left.
Maybe this couldbe my new beginning.