Disclaimer: Err, I guess I'm supposed to write a disclaimer. I don't see why, but I'll go along with it. *Clears throat* I, Felix the Phoenix, hereby confess to the NON-ownership of all things Harry Potter (this including Pottermore, that website which currently makes me want to rip my hair out). The Harry Potter franchise belong to J.K. [T]Rowling (- I spend way too much time on Tumblr).

Prologue

If I ignore it, maybe she'll stop. I tried to convince myself as I squeezed my eyes shut and let Ana continue to hit me with her pillow.

"Monday! Imogen! Hannigan! Wake! Up! Now!" When I lacked a response, she huffed and shoved me off of my half of the bed.

"Oof! Ana, what is your problem?" I hissed, glaring at her.

"They're about to release the first Magical Quill clue on Pottermore!" She squealed, bouncing up and down and grinning so wide I was surprised her face didn't split.

I glanced at my watch and growled. She woke me up at the indecent hour of 2:55 A.M.

She hopped off the bed and scrambled to her desk, where both of our laptops had the word "Pottermore" and J.K. Rowling's face on their screens. Ana began to furiously click the refresh buttons on both of the keyboards, her eyes darting between the two screens wildly.

"Easy, easy! Don't break them!" I tried to calm her down.

"Oh my Wizard God! Two more minutes!" She screamed, ignoring me.

"Ana! Can't you just wait until tomorrow morning and then go get the clue?" I asked.

"No! It'll be gone by then!" She wailed.

"Then go find the clue on Tumblr!" I insisted. She shot me a quick glare and kept hitting refresh.

"Ugh, why is it even coming out at this time?" I groaned.

"Well it's a normal time in England!" Ana huffed, still clicking.

"Isn't Hogwarts in Scotland?" I grumbled.

There's no doubt; Ana Turner is completely obsessed with Harry Potter. Absolutely anything to do with the franchise and Ana's already got it. Last year she dragged me to Orlando to the theme park (which was amazing, I'll admit), where we bought wands, robes, owl plushies, and so much more totally useless stuff. I do like the series, though. I kind of have to, otherwise Ana would have disowned me as her best friend.

"Thirty seconds!" She screeched. Ana insists she'll be a Hufflepuff. I guess I have to agree with her, though I have no idea why she'd want to be a Hufflepuff. She says it's because they're the reject house.

"Three…two...one…" She whispered, still clicking furiously. Almost immediately, the screen changed. The background was dark purple, and a timer began at the bottom, counting backwards from fifteen.

I put a wary hand on Ana's frozen shoulder. "Ana, it's okay, they probably just have too many people trying to get on at once."

Ana's breathing became labored. She raised her hands above the laptops, and brought them down with so much force that the keyboards cracked in two, releasing a spark so bright it blinded me.

I could feel myself falling backwards for what seemed like ages, finally landing on something I couldn't quite identify at that moment, before my vision blacked out completely.