I wasn't surprised when I got a letter on my eleventh birthday telling me I was a wizard. I knew I was special, destined for great things. So I waited for something better to turn up. I figured I must at least be a Princess, a companion, and a Jedi too. For nearly half a year I waited for the crew of Serenity or Gandalf to show up and take me on an adventure. It wasn't until I tried my wardrobe for the millionth time and it still didn't open up into Narnia that the realization hit me almost as hard as the back of the wardrobe did. Being a wizard was my only option.

My father Dudley tried his best to console me. Apparently he had some long lost brother or cousin or something who turned out to be a famous wizard. My mother Joohly tried to act excited for my sake, although I think she was just confused. Once I overheard her asking my father, 'Wizards are the ones who make Santa's presents right?' and shortly after the letter arrived she told me, 'Natasha darling, will the earrings I bought you last Christmas still work when your ears go all pointy?'

My brother Vernon was the worst. He was going off to college at the end of the year and had no problem reminding everyone frequently. 'While Natasha's off playing Santa's little helper, I'M going to be studying at Yale to become a world renown dentist,' he would say. I knew he was extremely jealous.

My Grandpa Vernon and Grandma Petunia were the only ones who understood my pain. 'What terrible news,' Grandma sympathized with me, 'How horrible you must feel to be the one to bring such a dark cloud over our family again,' I wasn't quite certain we were feeling down about it for the same reasons but I was glad for the support.

I had put off dealing with my wizarding invitation for six whole months now. It was late October, nearly two full months since the beginning of the school year. Great I'm going to be one of those kids, I thought of the few students who always came to my current school later in the year. One morning I expressed these concerns to my father.

'If it will make you happy, go,' he said after a deep breath. I got the impression that he didn't think too highly of wizards.

'Okay,' I sighed, ' I guess I'll give it a try.'

Dad hurried out of the room. 'Wait where are you going?' I called after him, 'I don't have to go if you don't want time to!' I followed him out into the hall and upstairs.

'Oh no, it's not that,' he assured me, 'See I have a a wizard repellent, a concoction that keeps them away. One thing you should know about wizards is that they can be very intrusive and persistent. I set it up to protect our family, but I need to take it down if a wizard is to come and take you to Hogwarts,' he opened the door of a closet which had a ladder fastened to it's walls, leading to the roof.

'Wait Dad, I'm sorry but I don't think your repellent works. I'm a wizard and it's not doing anything to me,' I began to think.

'I did find that troubling at first,' my father explained, 'However, I figured it didn't affect you because you had been exposed to it for so long. I've had it up there since before you were born.' I nodded, it made sense, and we climbed up and onto the roof. You couldn't see much from the roof of our two story house, just the streets next to ours lined with identical houses. My father removed six loose shingles from the back end of our house and pulled out a large Tupperware container. It was filled with a murky silver liquid.

'What is it?' I asked.

'Pegasus urine, spider embryos, and the tears of one thousand owls,' my father answered proudly.

'Woah,' I stared at it in awe, now able to identify the grainy black dots floating through the concoction. I didn't bother to ask him where he acquired such exquisite items.

My father dumped the container over the side of the roof and his repellent soaked into the grass. When it was all gone he reached into the space under the shingles and pulled out three vials, 'Here take these, each one contains a drop of wizard repellent, just incase something goes wrong at Hogwarts.' I hugged him and he told me, 'Now go pack, a wizard should be here to take you in the morning.' I hurried back into the house.

Packing was difficult, there were just so many things I needed to bring. I started off using four suitcases but eventually got it down to three and a half. I made sure to wrap the vials of wizard repellent in my clothes so they wouldn't break.

There was indeed a wizard to take me in the morning, a real hairy one too. When he saw my three and a half suitcases he exclaimed, 'Is that all! Go grab another one, or two, we're using magic to move them!' In a voice that matched the state of his facial hair. I packed another suitcase full of my things and went to say goodbye to my family. Vernon was boring the wizard with dull plans for his prosperous future. We nodded at each other and I hugged each of my parents.

'Be good for Santa Claus,' my mom ordered, stealing a glance at the huge wizard, 'I guess his beard goes white in the winter huh,' and I realized I didn't have a picture of my family to take with me. I dumped my last suitcase into the big arms of the wizard and took the framed family portrait off the wall, which also fit into the arms of the wizard.

'Right let's go,' I waved goodbye and headed off into the street with all my things and my big hairy wizard in tow. 'Which way to Hogwarts?' I asked him, looking left and then right. He stopped next to an old motorcycle parked on the curb.

'This is our ride here,' the wizard opened up a compartment on the back end of the vehicle and proceeded to load all my suitcases and picture frame into it. I didn't question how he did it, I was still getting over the motorcycle part.

'There is no way I'm getting on this thing,' I announced, kicking the side car, 'Motorcycles don't take kids to school, school buses do. What kind of a teacher are you anyway? How do I even know you're a teacher?' I began to panic, realizing how sketchy my situation truly was.

'I'm not a teacher,' he admitted.

'Oh gosh, how could I let this happen? Wizarding school? How dumb am I? Why would wizards need schools? This was all some elaborate ploy to abduct me and steal all my nice things, but I won't let you do it, I won't!' I stop when I hear him laughing.

'If you'd let me finish miss, I'm not a teacher, I'm the grounds keeper, my name is Hagrid, I've come to get you ready for the wizarding world,' I relax a little, 'And of course there is usually a magic school bus for the kids who are ready on time,' he tries to joke.

I accept his response, finally ready to get going, 'Well then Ms. Frizzle, what do I need to be ready for this wizarding world?'

'Ms. Frizzle? My name is Hagrid.'

I study his mass of messy hair, 'Nope, it's Ms. Frizzle,' he shrugs and gestures to the motorcycles sidecar. I hop in and squirm around, trying to get as comfortable as possible. Hagrid pulls goggles over his fluffy mane and starts the engine. We head off down the street but soon we are pulling up from the road and into the air.

'Onward to Diagon Alley!' Hagrid shouts. The afternoon sun shines on his unruly hair.