It starts off with Emma waiting in another foster care building. This time she's in England though. She's still confused as to how she ended up in England but apparently, her old foster parents were incredibly convincing that they would give me a great home and keep her forever that the whole England thing was overlooked. They should've known that with me that's never the case. It was a really nice summer day, and here she was, stuck in yet another office, waiting for yet another family. The owner walks in.

"Hi Emma, I'm afraid the family didn't read your file carefully enough and thought you were four, not eleven. On the good side, an orphanage has expressed interest in having you join them for a while as they think they may have better luck and finding you a home. They're coming to pick you up in 5 minutes."

"OK."

"Hello Emma, my name is Emily Grey and I'm here to take you to the Magic Orphanage."

"The Magic Orphanage? Really?" Emma answered skeptically.

"Yes, we like to say we're really good at finding homes for orphans, like magic. I'll think you'll see when you get there."

An owl flew through the window with a letter. Mrs. Grey smiled. "Here we are, welcome." said Mrs. Grey. "Now Emma, I think you'll see that things here run a bit differently than you're used to. For example, have you ever had unexplainable things happen near you?"

"One, what does that have to do with anything? And two, you've read my file you know I have."

"True, and you'll see what I mean in a minute. Now, don't panic but here, let me show you something." Mrs. Grey took her wand out and waved it. The table and lots of the chairs in the room lifted up.

"How on earth did you do that? What on earth was that?!"

"That, my dear, was magic. One day, you'll be able to do that too. Did you ever wonder why an orphanage wanted you to come to them? We're happy to have you Emma, but you came to us because you're magical."

"You mean I'll really be able to do that?"

"Yes, actually, I have your letter here as proof, they came today."

Emma took the letter. It said: Dear Miss Misthaven, 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 September 1st. We await your owl by no later than July 31st.

"That's really nice but you've got the wrong girl. I don't have a last name." Emma said sadly, she'd started to feel hopeful.

"You do now, and it's definitely you I got a friend to check your location with the location of the girl on the attendance list and she confirmed it's you. That's what the owl was when you came in. In regards to your last name, Hogwarts always knows. On the attendance list you were listed as Emma Ruth Misthaven. Does that work for you?"

"Yeah! This is amazing, I have a name and I'm a witch! But, Mrs. Grey, I don't have any money."

"I'm so glad you're excited and don't worry another child your year was just adopted and is moving to America so the money set aside for him can go to you. Now, I think we have enough time to go pick up school supplies. Does that sound good?"

"Yeah! It sounds great!"

When they got to Diagon Alley, Emma was super excited. She couldn't wait to get her wand!

She went to Flourish and Blotts for books, and Madam Malkin's and then finally Ollivander's.

"Hello there, young lady. Here for your wand?"

"Yes, sir."

"Excellent! Now, what's your writing hand, right or left?"

"Right."

"Excellent. Wow, would you look at this?!"

"What, sir?"

"This here is your wand, so excited to meet you that it decided to demonstrate its own magic."

"Cool!"

"Yes, quite, now here you are it's vine and phoenix feather, eleven inches, rigid."

"Okay, Emma. Time to go back to the orphanage." Mrs. Grey said.

The next month was similar to previous experiences in many ways yet completely different since everything they did was with magic. She talked to some of the younger kids and they all came from similar situations.

Finally, it was September 1st. She woke up an hour earlier than normal and was pretty much bouncing until it was time to go. When they arrived at Kings Cross, she was surprised to discover that her excitement had faded away to nerves. Mrs. Grey noticed.

"Don't worry, Emma. Here, we have to walk through the barrier between platforms 9 & 10. You go first, I'll follow."

Emma forced herself to walk straight ahead and ended up closing her eyes. She felt something change and opened her eyes to see that she was at Platform 9 ¾. She moved out of the way and Mrs. Grey followed with her trolley. Mrs. Grey took her to the train and helped her get her stuff onboard. She gave her a hug goodbye, told her to write and wished her luck.