OK here goes my first FanFic. I hope everyone loves it, or at least likes it enough to review LOL LOL
Chapter One
How it happened
Angelina Johnson had always known that she was a witch. Her mother was a witch and her father a muggle. Her mother didn't tell her father that she was a witch until one year after they had been married. He wasn't to happy about it at first, but soon pushed it aside for he loved her more than anything and didn't want to let her get away from him because of one little thing. After a year or two they decided to have a child. They had Angelina's older brother Jason. Then after a few more years they had Angelina. And this is where our story begins.
"Angelina get up we have to get to St. Mungo's right away" came Jason's voice outside of the small girls' bedroom. "What's going on" asked a very sleepy Angelina. "It's Mom" was all Jason had to say to get the eleven year old out of bed. Angelina through on a pair of jeans and a shirt and ran out the bedroom door. She found her father standing by the door looking very worried. "Daddy what's going on, what happened to mommy" Angelina questioned. "I'll explain on the way" Thomas Johnson began "You and Jason get in the car." The two children did as they were told and climbed into the back of the car. They kept expecting their father to say something, but he never did. Once they got to St. Mungo's Mr. Johnson told his kids to keep quite and follow him. As the three of them walked into the white waiting room of the hospital, Mr. Johnson walked up to the secretary. "We're here to see Mary Johnson." "What's your relation to Mrs. Johnson" the lady's annoyed voice spoke out. "I'm her husband and these are her two children" Mr. Johnson explained. "Go through these doors, up the elevator to the fourth floor, room 20-1A" the secretary's voice came again. "Thank you" Mr. Johnson said taking one of Jason's and one of Angelina's hands.
He led them through a large door and over to the elevator and pushed the button. Once the doors slid open the three of them walked in. "Daddy what's going on" Angelina asked again. "Your mother got hit by some kind of curse" Mr. Johnson said. Just then the elevator doors slid open again and a mechanical voice said "Floor Four" the three walked out the door and followed the signs pointing to room 20-1A. Once they got to the room they knocked on the door and heard the all too familiar voice of their mother say "Come in". The three waked in to see Mrs. Johnson looking as if she were going to die. "Mom are you okay" Jason asked his mother. "Yes sweetie I'm fine" Mary Johnson said to her son. Everyone was quite for a while after wards. Soon after their mother drifted off to sleep, so did Angelina, and shortly after that her father and brother did too.
Angelina woke the next morning to hear her brothers' deep sobs. At first she really didn't know what was going on until she saw her father looking very pale holding her mother's hand. Mr. Johnson had tears streaming down his tan skin. She looked to her mother's face that had a blank expression on it and then she knew what was wrong. Her mother wasn't with them anymore.
She was gone forever. Never coming back. Never going to see her daughter off to the train on her first day to Hogwarts which would have been in three weeks. Angelina couldn't help it; she began to cry as if it was the only thing she knew how to do. Her father came over and wrapped an arm around her. "Shhhh. Everything's going to be okay" Mr. Johnson said trying to clam his daughter down. "How is everything going to be okay?" Angelina cried "Mom's gone nothing will be okay, how will we live Mom was always there! Now she will never be!" "Come on I think we should go" Mr. Johnson said picking his daughter up. He carried her to the car with Jason close behind.
The next day was hard for the Johnson family. Mary Johnson's funeral was that day and all the Johnson's and Mary's family showed up to morn.
Angelina Had Three weeks. In that time she And her Sixteen year old brother Jason would go to Diagon Ally and buy all of the supplies need for Hogwarts this year. That was the only thing giving Angelina hope. This would be her first year at the fantastic magical school. She hoped that she'd be able to make real friends this year. That was always the thing that Angelina's mother worried about, as social as Angelina was, she wasn't so good at making friends.
Everyone at her muggle school always thought that she was a weirdo, for everything she was taught came to her easily. At school she would always know how to do things before anybody else had figured it out. In fact she should have been in Sixth grade but she was able to skip a grade. Her mother had said that she was like that as one of her witch things going on, but Angelina didn't think so. Angelina's first real perform of magic was when she was in the first grade.
A boy named Danny had been making fun of her and she got so angry that she made him lift into the air and hung him on the flag pole. After wards, to keep questions down, Angelina's parents kept her home for a few days dew to "sickness". Angelina was glad to be going to Hogwarts. It would be a new school and no one knew her besides her brother, so maybe she would be able to make friends.