Prologue
Julie woke up from her small wooden bed in her small pink chamber on an ordinary morning. She took off her pyjamas and walked towards her cute drawer to take out her favourite dress: a light pink one with a big multi-coloured flowers. She climbed out of the window, onto the tree standing behind her room in their backyard.
She sat on the big branch for a minute or two, looking at the rising sun and then decided to get down. She climbed through the maze of stable and unstable branches towards the solid ground and slowly put her feet on the grass of their backyard. She looked inside through their backdoor and found her father making breakfast for her little brother.
She tried to open the door, but soon found out it was still locked, so she knocked a few times until her father looked up from his cooking and found Julie standing in front of the glass door. He shook his head with a chuckle, but before he opened the door, he stared at her for a few seconds, teasing her with the situation of her standing outside.
"We talked about the climbing thing," her father chuckled, trying to be stern.
"We did," she responded, "but that doesn't mean I'm supposed to listen to it."
"You're just like you mother, you know that," he said, playing the mother card, "you're so bloody stubborn, even if it is about a matter which endangers you. Maybe I should just stop trying!
"Maybe little Jack is still to be saved," Julie suggested.
"I'm not!" the small, black haired boy exclaimed.
"It seems like my children are doomed," her father chuckled before he returned to his stove again, "would you like some eggs, Julie?"
"Yeah, thanks dad."
Julie sat down next to Jack and patted him on the head in a loving way until her eyes fell upon a letter lying on the table in front of her.
"Oh by the way," her father started as if he had read her mind, "there's a letter addressed to you from this school that would like to have you."
Julie picked up the letter and tore the letter open, she never got much mail after all.
"Hogwarts Wizarding School?" Julie asked rhetorically, "just like Beauxbatons? The school mommy attended?"
"I think so," John answered, "I remember her talking about it from time to time."
"So I'm a witch," Julie smiled, "just like mommy?"
"I guess you are," her father grinned, "I told you, you looked like her? Didn't I?"
"Yeah you did," she said with a huge smile, "not only the looks, it appears."
"Not only the looks," he confirmed.
Julie took the platter with breakfast from her father and looked at him. Aside from the honey coloured eyes and the tanned skin they didn't look alike at all, unlike her and her brother, who were almost symmetrical in their features.
Both of their skins were tanned like their father's, both had a pointy nose, thin lips, full cheeks and fierce eyebrows. On top of all that they had a big mess of black curls, Julie's in a ponytail, Jack's on the loose. The only real difference was that Jack had light blue eyes, while Julie's were honey brown.
"So when are we going to get going?" Julie asked her father.
"What are you talking about?" her father chuckled.
"Here it says I have to get my stuff from Diagon Alley in London," she answered, "that's quite some ride, we should get going early."
"Honey," John sighed, "we are not going to London today... Maybe next week or the week after."
"Yes, we are! What if all the books are sold out by the time you want to go?" Julie pointed out, "Then I'll be the weird kid with no books."
John stared at her and mumbled some incomprehensible words and took a sip of his tea.
"Fine," John said, "the thing we want the least in the world is for you to show your true nature. Let's go."
He finished his coffee and put on his coat.
"Jack, Julie finish your breakfast. We're going to London," after he walked away he mumbled again, but this time Julie understood a few of the words: "bloody hell... was hoping for a nice and quiet weekend... bloody London..."