Chapter 1

Beep, Beep, Beep. Stupid alarm clock. Why does it have to go off so early in the stupid morning?

"Kylie, get up! You have a letter, it came with my Hogwarts letter so move it!" came my 15 year old brother, John's voice.

That woke me up. I've been dreaming of attending Hogwarts ever since John got accepted 4 years ago. I jumped into the shower and pulled on a sweatshirt and some jeans. In a matter of minutes I was sprinting down the stairs to the kitchen table where my letter lay. I ripped open the envelope and scanned the letter.

"Well were you accepted? Spill the beans or you don't get any breakfast," threatened my mom as she walked into the room with the tray full of breakfast floating in front of her.

"Don't worry mom. I'm in," I replied while I danced around with my letter.

"Shut up and sit down," demanded John, "really you are so immature. It's a wonder why I am related to you; after all, I'm a prefect."

"Shut up," I shot back, "you're not one to talk; you wet yourself when you got your letter."

"Why you little…"

"Be quiet and sit down both of you," broke in Mom. "Really must you two always fight like cats and dogs? Can't you try to get along for once?"

We both looked at her like she had sprouted 3 heads.

"Okay, okay, it was just a suggestion. John go wake up your father."

John got up from the table reluctantly and headed upstairs to wake my dad who was, like me, a night owl. When he was gone, my mom gave me a hug, "I'm so happy you got in. I've been praying for this since the day you were born. I didn't want to be the mother of a Squib since your Aunt Jo is one."

I squirmed out of her embrace, "Yeah, I feel sorry for Aunt Jo, she can't do magic."

"Yes, but you can and that is what is important."

"Are we going to Diagon Alley today?"

"Yeah, we need to get yours and John's school stuff and a couple other stuff that I need, and I should probably ask your father if there is anything he wants."

My dad groggily stumbled into the kitchen, "Kylie, I heard the news, congrats." John sulkily wandered after my father looking as though Christmas was canceled.

"What's wrong with you? You look so down," I asked, my voice dripping with sarcastic concern.

"Oh shut up."

"John, don't talk like that to your sister," interjected my dad, as always, taking my side. "But why do you look so sad?"

"You wouldn't understand you're an only child."

"John," warned Mom.

"Alright, I don't want Kylie to go to Hogwarts; she is so annoying and will get in my way. She'll hang around me and my friends will make tease me because I have to "baby-sit" my baby sister."

"I wouldn't be caught dead with you; no one will know that we're related if I can help it."

"Enough, both of you!" broke in Mom. "John I'm sure Kylie won't be hang around you, she'll have her own friends. Kylie he's the only brother you have, appreciate him while you can."

"Are you suggesting that You-Know-Who might wipe him out?" I asked hopefully.

"No, now eat or we'll leave home while we go to Diagon Alley."

John snorted with laughter.

"Both of you."

John and I glared at each other as we helped ourselves to the pancakes that Mom made. That was the only thing we had in common, an absolute hatred for each other.