Yawning, I walked down the stairs. The smell of bacon was intoxicating, and I smiled gently. Middle school starts tomorrow, and it is tradition to make wonderful food the day before. Usually my older brother gets to pick what we eat, but since he is a sophomore in college and I am starting middle school, I get to pick. My younger sister, who is going into the fourth grade, is constantly upset because she has not yet picked breakfast.

"Hey, Katie, you excited for the first day of middle school?" Sam, my older brother said, his mouth full of bacon.

"Kinda." I reply. My stomach rumbles from the sight.

"All right." Mom says wiping her hands on the floral print apron. "There are pancakes, bacon, scrambled eggs, waffles, and fruit. Take your pick." And with that, she plops down on a chair, grabs a waffle and starts eating.

"Woo hoo!" My younger sister, Mary yells. "Good pick, sis."

The next 10 to 20 minutes were silent, except for the chewing of food, which wasn't that loud. I sat there thinking of the old friends I once had at grade school and the new ones I intend to make. There is only one problem, just one small, oh so small problem…

I have no friends.

Yes I did say I had friends, but they were people who were forced to talk to me, and sit by me. Hey, what can I say? I was weird. Everyone in my family is and we can't help it. Can we? I mean, Sam had no friends until just last year, his first year of high school. He was sitting next to this guy named Charles, and out of the blue Charles was telling my brother about how he had no friends. Sam pitied him, I mean, who wouldn't, and made him his friend. Turned out, that Charles kid was pretty popular and had a whole lot of friends, giving Sam more people to bond with, which he did. Now Sam has, what, 15 friends? I don't remember. Point is, I have no one. Sad, isn't it?

So, anyway, after breakfast I went up into my room to finish my book, Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone. I have to say, it was pretty good. I think Hermione is a no-it-all though. That may be because I used to get the highest grades in every subject in school, so can you blame me? She's pretty resourceful though. Makes you feel just a tad bad for those morons in Slytherin.

"Hey, Katie, you wanna play ball in the backyard?" Sam said just as I closed my book.

"Yeah, I'll be out in a second. I have to log this book in the chart." I reply. My father has us log our readings and at the end of the summer, which is now incase you haven't noticed, he gives a prize to the person who read the most. It usually gets a good start at the beginning of summer and falls apart at the end.

I head down the stairs and the world goes white for a moment. Am I going blind? I think. The world returns to normal as soon as it disappeared and I continue down the stairs.

Sam walks back into the house, dropping the baseball in the bin that we keep them in. "I thought we were going to play ball." I say.

He looks up at me and replies. "No. I just walked out there and tossed the ball in the air for a while."

"Okay." I turn around, mildly confused. It is rare that Sam would pull off a joke like that, but you just have to appreciate it.

There is a click from the front door shutting and mom yells, "Katie, there is a very intricate piece of mail for you. It looks important"

"Be right there mom." I yell and walk into the kitchen where she puts the mail until she can get to it.

I flip through the mail until I come to an envelope addressed to me. It said:

Katie Smith

The Room on the 2nd Floor

1st on the right

Little Drive

Now that was creepy. I flip the envelope over and see the Hogwarts insignia stamped to the back. My heart skips a beat. Oh no. This is not happening. Hogwarts is just a made up place in the book. It's not real. I think.

"Hey mom…" I say hesitantly.

"Yes dear?" She asks in that sweet yet distracted voice all mothers have.

"I got accepted into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry." I say, still hesitant.

"Oh good for you, Katie!" She says excitedly.

Something knocked on the door and my mom went to go answer, leaving me in an empty kitchen. This just wasn't right. I mean Hogwarts isn't real! There is no school named after warts on a hog, it just doesn't work that way.

"Katie darling, this is Mr. Rubeus Hagrid." My mother said, some anxiety peaked into her voice.

"Call me Hagrid, miss…" He paused looking for my name.
"Katie." I reply.

"Yes, miss Katie." Hagrid said back. "Now, I must get you ready to go. Quickly, pack your clothes and necessities and we have to go."

I rush up the stairs and pack. I spare a glance to the Harry Potter book still lying on my bed. I grab it and quickly place it in my bag as Hagrid calls me down to leave. My feet slip and tumble down the stairs as I go.

"Good-bye everyone! I'll miss you." I call to them as I am pulled out the door.

"Hop on." Hagrid says, signaling to his motorcycle waiting in my driveway. I do and place my stuff in front of me, waiting for the motorcycle to fly into the air.

As it does I think, oh dear. What have I gotten myself into? What will happen to me?

Please review! This is my first time writing fanfiction and the only way I will get better is with practice and comments from the readers. Feel free to be as strict as you want but I do take things to heart, fyi. Thanks for reading… -wolfhound22