Introduction

Emma Scarlet is a beautiful girl with straight blond hair and deep blue eyes. She's very intelligent. She lives with her parents and adopted brother. Her parents are very nice and they take care of her very well. They are named Penny and Stephen. Her brother has black, wiry hair, bright green eyes and round glasses. His name is Harry. He's got a lightning shaped scar on his forehead. Penny and Stephen didn't know where he came from, or why. They only knew he was left for the front door with a note, 10 years ago.

This is Harry Potter, born on 31 July 1980. Please take care of him, he's special. I'll explain it later.

Emma is almost as old as Harry; she was born on 8 august 1980. They can get along very well.

The letter – Emma pov.

It's a beautiful day when the letters arrive. Two owls are flying trough a cosy-looking street. The owls stop at number 7. They leave behind two letters and fly away. At the same time, I hear the mail box rattle. I grab the letters. On one of the letters is my name written in a graceful handwriting, on the other is Harry's name written.

'Harry!' I call. 'Post!'

He runs down the stairs. 'What a weird envelopes, they seem to be made of parchment.'

'I know, it's weird right? Look at that seal...'

I open my letter carefully and I start to read:

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Head: Albus Dumbledore

I am pleased to inform you that you are eligible for a place at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Attached you will find a list of school books and other supplies. The school year starts at September 1. Please respond by owl for August 31.

Respectfully,

Minerva McGonagall

Assistant-Principal

I start to laugh, this can't be true. Harry seems to be in deep thoughts.

He says: 'If this is true they would send someone to explain, right? I mean, if wizards exist, we don't know anything about it because our parents aren't wizards!'

I agree: 'Yes, if they don't send someone to explain in two days, it isn't true.'

The next day, a woman with grey hair and glasses rings the bell. I open the door.

'I'm professor McGonagall, nice to meet you. You must be Emma,' the woman says. 'Can I come in?'

'Of course, eh, madam. I will call Harry.' I go upstairs and knock on Harry's door. 'Harry? Do you have time to come? There's a woman, eh, professor McGonagall, I believe. She wants to speak to us.'

Harry walks out of his room. 'I'm here.'

We go downstairs.

'Would you like a cup of tea, madam?'

'I'd like to, but I can take care of that at my own.' She pulls out a stick and moves with it and then teacups and a teapot just appear. I'm in shock. Could it be true? Can I be a witch?

'How did you do that, madam?' Harry says.

'I just wanted to prove you wizards exist. The only information you need and don't know yet, is you'll have to be at platform 9 ¾ at 11 o'clock at September 1 if you want to go to Hogwarts.'

'But how do we get on platform 9 ¾?' I ask.

'Just walk straight into the wall between platform 9 and 10. So, did you decide if you want to go?'

'Well, I think we'll have to talk to our parents first,' Harry remarks.

'Of course,' McGonagall says.

I call our parents and bring them to McGonagall, who explains them everything.

'Well, I think they should go if they want to,' my mother says.

'I agree with that,' my father approves.

'So, Harry and Emma, decide if you want to go to Hogwarts!'

'I think it will be great to be on Hogwarts, so I would like to go,' I decide.

'The same reason for me!'

'That's clear then, but now I have to go. I hope to see you at Hogwarts on September 1!' With a loud bang McGonagall disappears.