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disclaimer: The only thing I own of this story is the plot, Ayla Lauring, and other OCs. All the fun stuff like Hogwarts belongs to JK Rowling.
Ayla Lauring sat with her face pressed against the window of the Laurnig's quaint house in the country, watching for an owl. The most peculiar part of this was that it was broad daylight. Most everyone knows that owls do not come out during the day, especially when there is not a forest anywhere nearby. Yet Ayla watched, blinking only when necessary. She had been there since early that morning, eagerly awaiting a letter. You see, Ayla Grace Lauring was a witch.
"Ayla, darling, would you please come away from that window and come eat something?" Her mother, Faith, called from the kitchen, "The letter will come soon enough."
"But mom, I have to see it come!" Ayla whined still looking out the window, "Otherwise it could be a fake."
"Oh, Ayla, would we really lie to you all these years?" Her mother tsked, "Silly girl, always dreaming up crazy things."
"It's called an imagination sweetie, she hasn't lost hers yet, remember?" Came her father, Dean's, voice. Ayla smiled, her father, of all people, should know that an imagination is never really lost. Her mother has it simply tucked away for a day when it will come of great use to her.
"Well it's about time that she did." Her mother said, entering the living room where Ayla was seated, still staring out the window for an owl, or any sign of an owl.
"The world would be boring without her imagination, mom." Said Ayla's brother, Caile upon entering the room, "She keeps things interesting." Caile was a lot like their father in some ways but he got their mothers features, the same perfect nose, the same small yet somehow still perfect mouth, and the same perfect eyes. A beautiful brown flecked with gold.
Ayla, on the other hand, got her fathers slightly too large mouth, and deep blue eyes. The only resemblance she held to her mother was her nose and small build. Of course, the whole family had blonde hair though her father's had faded to a gray somewhere along the way.
Caile would be entering his fourth year at Hogwarts, he was never top of his class, there was nothing spectacular about him besides the fact that he is a chaser on the Gryffindor Quidditch team (one of the best they've ever had). His skills in Quidditch were all due to the fact that they lived on an acreage complete with a homemade Quidditch pitch out back by the stream.
Her father works as an unspeakable for the ministry, he couldn't even tell his children what he does there. Ayla stopped by to visit him one day unexpectedly and was sent straight home.
Her mother, on the other hand, runs a bookstore in the wizarding village thirty minutes away from their home, which is all well and good for Ayla as she loves to read. Ayla often helps out at the store as wizard children are not asked to attend elementary school and Ayla had nothing else to do with her spare time.
Faith turned on the TV and went straight to the news channel. It seemed that was the only thing on these days.
The news anchor was half-way through a sentence, "…claims that it's the work of "The Boy Who Lived", Harry Potter." Ayla rolled her eyes, of course Harry Potter was innocent, he fought so hard to save the lives of all those people… Why would he change his ways now? "Potter was last seen on the scene of the deaths of Aurora Breslin and Danny Derkson, two members of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement dealing with improper use of magic a week after his retirement, there has been no sign of him since. All I know for sure is, if you work in the ministry, you better hope you're never alone." Ayla's parents were silent as the anchor finished his story. Ayla knew exactly what they were thinking, they had missed the name's of those who had become victims, who had the "Boy Who Lived" killed this time?
"What if my letter never comes?" Ayla asked solemnly, breaking the silence and turning, finally, away from the window, "What if I am meant to stay here as a muggle. A squib!" Ayla cried and put her face in her hands, "It's alright if you don't love me anymore mother, and you as well father. I will never live up to my older broth-" just then Ayla heard the mail slot click shut, "It's here!" Ayla shouted, jumping from the couch and running towards the front door, leaving her father and brother chuckling and her mother shaking her head.
Ayla grabbed the two letters lying face down on the rug and soon the house was filled with her delighted scream as she turned them over. She then skipped back into the living room where her family was waiting patiently.
"Here's your letter Caile!" Ayla shouted tossing Caile's letter at him as she ran into the room. She then started to open her own letter. Her hands were shaking quite a bit as she did this, making it seem like it was taking forever and allowing her mind to come up with all sorts of things that weren't true in the least. She started by reading the outside of the letter, it was addressed to her, there was no mistake. She then flipped it over to see the Hogwarts crest stamped in wax on the back, sealing the envelope, no doubt it was from Hogwarts. The next step was to break the seal, which she did ever so carefully. Now the letter was open, she stared at it for a few seconds before pulling the actual letter out.
A smile spread across her face as she read:
Dear Mrs. Lauring 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, Rupert Dilay, Deputy Headmaster
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