The Life And Lies of Corey Carter

by Corey B. Carter

It's 2017, and we are back at Hogwarts- no, not with Albus or Scorpius- but with Corey Carter! Honestly, with all that Voldemort and Time-Turner business, it's hard to picture normal life that witches and wizards are entitled to. But this edition of The Life and Lies may not be as as outrageous or action-packed, however that doesn't mean it ain't worth it a read.

1. Chapter 1 - The Hogwarts Letter

Dear Ms Carter

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 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 31 July.

Yours sincerely,

Neville Longbottom [Deputy Headmaster]

A grin splits open my face as I re-read the letter for the hundredth time. I feel so happy, I could literally burst, I mean- this practically lays out the next 7 years for me! 7 years of fun, friendship, magic, learning, MAGIC, and more! Okay, now I sound like an advert- do Hogwarts have adverts? I wonder what they would look like-

"Just a daily reminder- Woah- Is that- Oh wow, well done, sis!"

I glance up at my older brother, William, who's leaning on the door frame, his eyes wide. William is two years older than me, and going to start third year when I start (cause I'M GOING TO HOGWARTS) first year. He has dark brown hair, light brown eyes and isn't that tall. Then, suddenly, he starts marching towards me to read over my shoulder. I'm stood in the middle of my room, so it doesn't take long for him to come over, and-

"OI!" My voice still sounds happy, no matter how much I tried to make it sound annoyed. Rushing down the stairs, I can hear Will's booming voice, aiming for clearly, a further away audience. By the time we've both wizzed round the halls and rooms of our house, we reach my parents in the kitchen, both cooking.

Bursting open the door has a bit of a dramatic effect and mum and dad both look at us surprised, and then curiously. My mother has thin light brown hair that reaches mid back, and wears a knee-length dress, whereas my father has similar coloured hair to Will, and is wearing a weird jumper that was on sale along with a pair of jeans. However, it's pretty obvious, with the back door open, and the grass stains on his trousers that chopping carrots isn't the only thing he did today. For some reason, my father likes to garden, (how stereotypical, I know) yet, I feel as if he was roped by mum into helping her cook.

Mum notices first, and the pot lids she was levitating onto the counter drop abruptly and make a loud CRASH! My dad's eyes flicker for a moment to the lids, and soon enough, both of their eyes widened almost comically at the letter in my brother's hand.

"Is that a Hogwarts letter?" she asked, sounding proud. I nod quickly, and she pockets her wand to hug me as Will goes over to dad to show him the letter. Moments later, my six-year-old brother, Alex weaves his way around us to see what the fuss is about. It's not as if our excited voices were exactly quiet. As soon as I spot him, I move forwards, and lean down to give him a hug, which he returns enthusiastically once I say:

"I got into Hogwarts, Kiddo!"