Authors note: This is my first ever fanfic. Please review. I'm really enjoying writing it. It does start out a little slow but I promise that it does get better. ~Hufflepuffcub999~

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Hogwarts.

"Amy!" I called to my twin sister. "Hurry up! We're going to be late! Besides, Dad's waiting in the car. And you know the saying."

"I know. I know. To be early is to be on time. To be on time is to be late. To be late is to be left." Amy said coming out of the bathroom. "I'm ready now." she added grabbing her bag from the table.

Amy and myself, Isabella(though I prefer to be called Izzy), were heading off to marching band practice. We were too young to be a part of the band but our parents were the directors. Our dad was the high school director and our mom was the middle school director. Amy and I ended up going to everything though just because we were raised as band geeks. Neither of us could wait until we were freshmen and could actually march, not just sit on the sidelines as part of the prop crew.

"There you girls are," Dad greeted us as we climbed into the car. "I was beginning to think that you'd drowned in the toilet or something."

"Nope," Amy said. "Just me being a little slow."

"Figures."

Amy grinned at me. Then she sat back to enjoy the three minute ride to the high school. Dad pulled into the parking lot and we hopped out and headed inside to the office. Dad barely had time to throw his stuff on the desk before he had to be out there to greet the band. All this weekend, he'd fretted about some changes to the show and now he would finally be able to see if they would actually work. So, he gave his instructions and then the band made their way out to the parking lot where our practice field was painted on.

"Come on Izzy," Amy said to me. "Let's get up top before Mom and Dad."

I nodded and followed her outside. Amy and I got prime location to watch the show. Up in the top of the stadium facing the parking lot, not the football field. It was the best spot to watch the band from. You could see everyone and it looked really cool.

We did beat Mom and Dad up there but it wasn't too hard to do that. They normally had to wait in the band room for a little bit before they could join us up at the top anyways.

Practice soon got underway. About halfway through, Amy and I got tired of standing and headed down to the bottom of the bleachers to laugh at how stupid the football guys, who were also practicing, looked. We always agreed on how stupid they looked. Just because it was so funny and they looked ridiculous. However, today, we'd only been sitting down there for a while when an owl flew up and freaked us both out. We started screaming because it flew up right next to us. Up top, Dad and Mom turned around and looked at us.

"You girls okay?" Mom cried.

"Yeah," Amy cried back now that we were starting to calm down.

We looked at the owl. It was a simple barn owl but it also had a letter attached to its leg. Amy shrugged at me and then reached over and pulled the letter off. As soon as the letter was gone, the owl took off again.

"You wanna open it?" She asked me.

"Who's it addressed to?"

"Amy and Isabella May," Amy read off the front of the envelope.

"Okay then," I said. "Why on earth would an owl be delivering mail?"

"No idea. Open it and maybe we'll find out."

"Okay," I said. I took the letter from her and slit it open. It was printed on very, very thick parchment. Taking the letter out, I read it out loud to us.

"Dear Miss May and Miss May,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later than July 31.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress"

"What?" Amy gasped pulling the letter out of my hands.

"That's what it says," I told her. "I'm not making anything up."

"I know," Amy said skimming the letter. "It's just so unreal. What do you bet that this is another band prank?"

"I don't know. I mean, no one in the band would be able to get an owl that was trained to fly over to us. At least I'm pretty sure that they couldn't. This might be real Amy."

"Maybe. Let's talk to Mom and Dad about it tonight."

I nodded. "Okay. Sounds good to me."

That night, Amy and I started talking to Mom and Dad about what was going on with the letter. They were very interested in it. They also agreed with me, no band student would be able to send a letter by owl. About halfway through out discussion, there was a knock on the door. Mom went to get it and returned a few seconds later with a man who was probably only three feet tall.

"Good-evening," he greeted us. "My name is Filius Flitwick. I am a teacher at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I have come to talk to your girls about them coming to our school."

"This isn't a joke or anything right?" Amy asked.

"No Miss May. This is entirely true. Hogwarts is a school for people with magical talent and you two have been offered a position at the school."

Amy and I shared a delighted look.

"Why don't we all head into the living room and talk?" Dad suggested. We all did as he said and soon we were all sitting in the living room, Mom, Dad, and Filius Flitwick on chairs and Amy and I on the floor.

In the living room, Professor Flitwick, as he told us to call him, began to explain all about Hogwarts. How we'd learn about spell, charms, potions, and plants among other stuff. We'd live in dorms with some other people in our grade. Hogwarts was a seven year boarding school. It was as he continued talking that Amy and I became positive that he wasn't making this up. There was no way anyone could come up with a lie that big and stick to it. Absolutely no way. Mom and Dad were basically leading the conversation, asking tons of questions like they always did.

We probably talked for over two hours just going over the basics of Hogwarts however, it was right after he left and Amy and I were getting ready for bed that I turned to Amy and went "We forgot to ask about their marching band!"

Amy gasped as well. "How could we forget? We never forget stuff like that!"

"Something must be wrong with us today."

"Agreed…" Amy said. "Night Izzy."

"Night Amy. See you in the morning."