Four years later...
Its my eleventh birthday tomorrow, so, understandably, I couldn't sleep. I was just too excited. For the past four years I've studied the books over and over, and can use a lot of the spells wandless. Although, some the harder ones, I couldn't use. Also, I could tell you how to make many potions from memory, although I've never made them myself. At first, it was hard to find where I could practice my magic, but it changed as soon as I got a new room. I had to upgrade to a bigger room because the cupboard was way too small for me. So I got the second worst room, the attic. It wasn't all that bad once I cleaned it, not to mention I could get to my mom's trunk much easier. I don't think they even remembered they had it, otherwise they would have already gotten rid of it.
To be honest, I loved that the attic was my room, although I would never tell them that. Sure, it had all the stuff it had before in it, but it was now organized. Plus, I used the stuff to decorate my room. They might be mix-matched and broken... but it gave the room a certain uniqueness. I slept on a old couch they had up there, it was un-comfy, but a lot better than the cupboard.
I wonder what mom has set up... this must be big if she was as vague as she was in her letter. With that last note in my mind, I fell asleep.
In the morning I wake up to a tapping on my window. Outside was an owl... hmmm, wonder why there's- Oh! My Hogwarts letter! I finally remember with my sleep fogged brain. I jumped up and ran quietly to the window and opened it. Once opened the owl stuck out its leg, and I took the letter from him. Inside is the exact same as my mom's letter, but with my name. I go over to my desk and pull out a letter that declines going to Hogwarts and attach the letter to the owl. Quietly I grabbed the bag I packed earlier, and left without a trace of where I went.
With the instructions my mom had left me, I headed to the leaky cauldron and entered. looking around me I noticed everyone in robes, like the ones in my mom's trunk, except different. After a second of scanning the room, I head to the bar and ask for Tom.
"Hello young miss, what can I do for you?" asks a old man with a bald head.
"Um... Hello, my mom told me to ask for you. She says you have something for me?" I ask it as a question because I was uncertain.
"I might little lass. I just need your name." He told me with a smile of amusement.
"Oh!... Sorry, My name is Helena Jocasta Potter." I say sheepishly.
"Well, if that's the case," he said well reaching under the bar, "Then I do. Follow me." He told me as he pulled out some keys. "You see, your mom asked me to give you a key to a bank she set up for you. No clue whats in there, only that it's important that you go there." He told me while leading to a back room. "You have to go to Gringotts Wizarding Bank, and then you have to ask to go to your vault. Its number 398." He reached into a drawer and pulls out a rusted looking key. Again, I follow him and he goes out to an ally way where he pulls out a wand. He taps the brinks in some pattern and the doorway opens. "Its that giant building. Go to a teller and ask to open your vault, they'll tell you the rest that needs to happen." With that he left me, and I walked in to Diagon Ally.
Hey guys, hope you liked the chapter! So, I didn't expect that many people to like my story... but thanks! I hope I didn't do too horribly on this one... So since I'm horrible at do these... footnote thingamabobs, I'll just sign off now.
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Bookwormgirl216