Chapter 1: Beginning

"Don't you dare go!" yelled a skinny man with a black scruffy beard. "If you go, I----I swear we will disown you!" He was in a hallway yelling down the stairs, showing off his bright, orange, silky jammies to the neighbors in all the other apartments. Who were wondering who was making all this noise at 3:00 a.m.?

"Disown all you want!" yelled a girl with dark blue eyes and light brown hair. She was in the middle of the stairs, glaring up at the man with orange, silky jammies. Her hand was holding a large trunk, her other hand; a letter. "I DON'T CARE!"

"Why you ungrateful----"but the man was unable to finish for the girl had turned her back and started to leave. "Wait you little!" he bellowed as he raced after her.

She turned and noticed the man, so, she ran. Being much more youth like and athletic the girl had ditched the man and was twenty blocks away from the apartment building. Tired and out of breath, she flopped onto her trunk and waited for her ride to arrive.

It was minutes later before a huge bus had stopped and opened its doors. Reluctantly she picked up her things and got onto the bus. "Where you going little miss?" asked a dangling ornament with a face and dreadlocks.

She almost jumped out of her skin when it spoke. Holding her chest, she said. "King's Cross." The ornament did not speak once she answered, it only gave her a huge, no teeth, smile. Quickly she gave a smile back and rushed over to an open seat/bed.

Once she was comfortable she decided to open up her letter and take another look at it. It was the new kind of letters, since it was sealed with a green, pasty, liquid.

Dear, Ashlyn Benson

You are invited to the Hogwarts School of witchcraft and wizadry. If you wish to attend, orientation is August 24. We do hope to see you this year.

Signed, Hogwarts Staff

Though she did not know much about witchcraft and wizadry, Ashlyn does remember hearing the word 'Hogwarts', even if it is faintly there.

The bus was going a little slower than the speed of light, zipping by cars. Running red lights, and shifting to 2D objects to get by tiny spaces, once the ornament had yelled, "Remember, all puking bags are located under your beds!", hearing that announcement made Ashlyn stop staring out of the window and back to her letter.

The bus jolted to an unpleasant stop at King's Cross. "Take care, little misses!" yelled the ornament as the bus drove away, leaving Ashlyn all alone once again.

She turned to the train station. Its magnificent clock tower and stone sealed walls amazed her. But suddenly fear enveloped her mind. "No, I can't go back. I chose this path!" Puffing up her chest, she walked inside.

The inside looked like any other train station except there was no one, anywhere. "Hello?" she asked. Her voice echoed off the walls. "Hello? Is anyone here? Or possibly anywhere?"

"There are you," said a voice that came from behind. Quickly she turned to be face to face with the orange, silky, jammies wearing man.

"Bill." hissed Ashlyn.

Bill laughed, "Now, now dear. Can't you see there are no trains here?" Ashlyn did not dare move. "Now come on, let's get back home shall we?"

"Don't you mean your home?" she asked. "Where are all the people? What did you do?"

"A simple spell of transportation, they're all in the desert somewhere." chuckled Bill. "Now, let us go home."

Ashlyn stepped back as Bill stepped forward. "You've disowned me. I am now free."

Bill's face turned a bright crimson and he quickly pulled out his wand. "Don't make me use this! BRAT!" he yelled.

Ashlyn flinched at the threat but soon recovered. "Go ahead,"

"Stupify!" screamed Bill as he pointed the wand to Ashlyn. Quickly Ashlyn side-stepped and before another spell came at her, she ran. "Stupify!" screamed Bill even louder. Ashlyn took a glance back at the incoming spell. She was still running, unaware of her surroundings, just trying to get away. BAM! Pain enveloped her back and she shot across the room, straight into a wall.

END CH-1