I couldn't believe it.

I re-read the letter over and over again trying to understand. To me, it didn't seem possible.

"There's a school for witches and wizards?" I thought to myself. I read it again to make sure.

I began to question if it was some kind of joke. If it was a cruel joke that someone has played on me. It seemed so real.

I put it down gently on the table and walked to the living room. My mothers were sitting quietly on the couch, one was reading and the other was engrossed in the television. "Mom," they both looked up at me. "I found something, can you come look?" They both got up and followed me to the table. I picked the letter up and shoved it their hands.

"What is it?" Before I could answer she read it. "Oh dear.." she muttered. "Kristin look," she handed it to her and they both read it quietly.

"Honey, is there an owl outside?" Shocked by their answer, I froze. "Can you look?" I listened and walked to the window.

Sure enough there was one. "Yes there is, why?" Kristin sat down and folded her arms over her legs. "Kaitlyn, when we talked to your father he mentioned something like this happening. On your 11th birthday you'd get a letter, which would be delivered by an owl" I backed up a step. "So this isn't a joke?"

"No honey," Taylor said. She put her hand over mine, "You're going to leave and go to an amazing school, and you'll be back in the summer. I promise" She kissed my forehead and caressed my cheek.

"I'm leaving?" I didn't know what to think. In a way I was excited to know I wasn't alone and that I would never have to go to that school again, but I'd miss my mothers.

Taylor and Kristin hugged me. I held them close. "We can write baby" Taylor said and rubbed my hair.

"We have shopping to do!" Kristin exclaimed happily.

Before I knew it I was whisked off to my father's. It was weird having a man around me. He was tall and I had his eyes. They shone when he saw me.

"Kaitlyn?" He looked somewhat surprised with my look. "Hi..." my voice seemed so tiny compared with his loud deep voice.

"Have you ever been to London?" I froze, "As in England?" He nodded and smiled softly. Taylor stepped up, "I'm coming with you. "She eyed the distance between me and my father.

"I wouldn't want it any other way" He offered his hand to me and I held it. It was rough and warm. He somehow made me feel safe.

We arrived in London and it was beautiful. Everything I could have possibly dreamed of. "Sir, did you go this Hogwarts School?" "I sure did" He smiled down at me. I bit my cheek, imaging my father as a young man going to this wonderful place.

"This way!" He pulled us down an alley and I watched Taylor as she took in all the wonderful things around us. I extended my arm out to her.

She took it and smiled at me. I knew she was scared for me, I could see it behind her eyes.

He took us to a place called Diagon Alley. Here there was wonder and mystery all around. Witches with big hats, broomsticks in window shops, children around my age shopping.

It was so much excitement. I could feel their anticipation running through my bones and igniting my soul.

My father read the list and dragged me around. We went into one shop, the name was Ollivanders, black boxes lined the walls. I stared at them wondering what was in them.

My eyes fell onto a boy; he had his back to me. He looked around my age. His parents spoke to the crazy man with crazy hair in their thick Irish accent. The mother held the boys hand tight, almost afraid. The father spoke softly to the man while he turned his back and read certain boxes.

He picked one and took it out of the box softly. He handed it to the boy who took it held it. The atmosphere in the room changed. The walls seemed to vibrate and the boy let go of his mother's hand. The wand seemed to fit perfectly in his hand. He did a soft swish and something tiny, a bubbled it seemed to be, exploded.

I jumped but the boy did not. "It's mine" He said in his Irish accent. "Indeed it is Mr Finnigan." The mother sighed, "Let's go Seamus" She grabbed his hand and pulled him out of the store. The father purchased the wand and nodded politely. "Sorry about my wife, she can't stand this world anymore." The shopkeeper nodded and smiled "I understand"

It was my turn for the wand. "Mr Sutcliffe!" The man recognized my father. He ushered me to the counter. The shopkeeper softly handed me a wand. My body seemed to float and I knew it was mine.

I had to pick an animal. I picked a cat. Her name was Pumpkin.

It was time to go.