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Ch 1:
Hannah POV:
I sigh as I pad down the stairs into the kitchen and turn on the television. As usual, I'm up before Mum, so I start her pot of coffee and sit down with a bowl of cereal. My mother comes quietly down the stairs, tying her robe and stifling a yawn. "Morning, Hannah."
"Morning, Mum. So, tell me again why I'm going to Hogiwitz…no Hoggwert…whatever the name is!"
"Hogwarts, dear. It's a school of witchcraft and wizardry, and the only reason you haven't been there for first and second year already is because I wanted you to be accustomed to both the wizarding world and the Muggle world. And you're going because believe it or not, that was one of the few things your father and I decided together." As she says this, she gets a sad look on her face at the mention of my father. He and my mother split up when I was 6 months old, and I sometimes wonder what would have happened if they would have stayed together. For instance, I know he lives in the wizarding world, and I know that his initials are DM from a letter of his that he wrote to my mother when they went to Hogwarts, but that's pretty much all I know about him. I don't know if he remarried, and if he did, I wonder if I now have stepsiblings or half-siblings. Mum never remarried, so I'm an only child. She has curly hair, but my dad's hair must be blond, because my hair is honey colored. I have silver eyes, which I also get from my father, and a mastered smirk, which Mum says I also got from him. I did get one really good thing from my mum though, and that's her brains; I'm always at the top of my class.
I've been enrolled at Hogwarts for third year, and I'm excited to finally be attending the same school as my friend James Potter, who is the same age as me, and his younger brother Albus, who's a first year. Their parents, Harry and Ginny, are my mum's best friends, along with Ginny's brother Ron, and his wife Lavender. Their children, Kayli and Elijah, are six and eight, not quite old enough for Hogwarts yet, but play with the rest of us anyways.
Mom taught me some simple magic at a young age, and she got permission from the Ministry of Magic this past summer to teach me all of the things that the other third years already learned, so I won't be really far behind when I start.
School starts tomorrow, so I'm trying not to explode from excitement until then. (I won't tell Mum this, but I'm really excited.) As I finish my bowl of cereal and head upstairs, I grin as I think about what's in store for me in the next couple of days. Hogwarts doesn't usually allow new students who aren't first years, but because my mum was one of their best students, they've decided to make an exception. I'll be sorted with the first years tomorrow, and I can't decide which house I want to be in. Mum thinks I was upstairs in bed when she was talking with Headmaster McGonagall a few weeks ago, but I was heading to the kitchen to get a glass of water. She said that the teachers were not to tell me who my father was, or make any references to it whatsoever. When the headmaster presumably asked who my father was, Mum said "The Slytherin prince?" and obviously Headmaster McGonagall recognized that, because they then kept on talking. So I know my father was in Slytherin, and that makes me unsure of whether I want to be in Slytherin or Gryffindor, the house my mum was in.
Thinking about all of these things, I enter my room, flop onto my bed, and start reading the brochure Mum gave me on Hogwarts. All thoughts of the Muggle world flee my mind as I become immersed in the magic of Hogwarts.
