Recap:
"We are moving back to England!" Wait What? Did I just hear my mother correctly? England, oh hell no! Now it is my turn to act like a beached fish. This is so not currently happening. A DREAM! It has to be a dream.
Chapter 2
I was not and could not be moving! I pinched myself to see if I was even awake. OUCH! Damn I was awake. Maybe I was insane. Nope I highly doubted that. I need an alcoholic beverage. Damn…double damn. I needed… answers!
"W-why?" I stuttered out. O so classy Rachel. Yikes! Suddenly I really didn't want to know the answer. I knew I wasn't going to like it.
"This is a note from your Grandfather" My mother said.
"Wait! Whoa! Hold the phone! I thought I didn't have any grandparents?" I argued. Maybe this is a HUGE mistake
"You don't" She stated calmly. That bugged me even more. How the hell can I have, and not have, a grandfather. My mom must have noticed my confused glare because she explained.
"I call him dad because he has been like a father to me." She whispered, "He pretty much took care of me after your real grandparents were killed."
"They were MURDERED?" I yelled. She has lied to my about my grandparents all my life. Just flipping great!
"I am getting off track here. Let me explain something's to you.When i was younger I went to a boarding school in England. I would visit my parents for Christmas and summer. A war was going on during that time-" I cut her off.
"What war?" I challenged.
"A war you wouldn't learn about in your history class Rachel. This war scared many people. It scared my parents so bad that they forced me to leave my school. I had made friends at this school. Unfortunately, one night I snuck back into the school. I used to do that a lot. On that one special night, however, own home was raided by… bad men… they killed my parents. I never went back to the school." She explained. I could tell she wasn't finished but I had some questions.
"What school was this? And who were these bad guys?" I asked calmly. Okay, I was shouting…but hey who could blame me?
"This is the hard part. The school was called Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry," HOLY SHIT!
"WHAT?" I screamed. I started furiously pacing the kitchen.
"Rachel, calm down! I am a witch. I can do magic. You can too…kinda. This war was in the wizarding world. The man who started the war went by Lord Voldemort. His real name was Tom Riddle. He wanted to rid the world of muggles and half-bloods. A muggle is a non-magical person. A half-blood is someone who has a muggle and magic parent. He fancied the pureblood families. Those are people with parents who are both magical. He attended Hogwarts and graduated before I even started. Hogwarts is a magical boarding school. Your 'Grandfather' is the headmaster. Wizards get accepted into Hogwarts at the age of eleven. There are seven years of studying until you are allowed to graduate. I finished sixth year before I was pulled out. I ended up loosing contact with my old friends. I stopped using magic after your father. When you were born, you had shown signs of magic. I was worried, so I preformed a spell to trap your powers. Now that we are finished with a little history, we need to discuss the letter. Your 'grandfather' is named Albus Dumbledore. He wrote this letter explaining that we need to come back to England. I am going to perform the counter spell so that your magic will be restored. When we get to England, you will start Hogwarts. Albus has decided that over the summer you will be playing catch-up. He wants you ready to start your sixth year. Today is your last day at Beverly, so make sure to say good-bye to your friends. We are leaving in three days. Um… what else? Oh yea, Albus has found us a manor in a wizarding community. Rachel, I understand this is hard but please just go with me on this. I am going to take that restriction spell off, okay?" My mom suddenly pulled out a stick thingy, which I guess would be a wand, and muttered something under her breath. When she stopped a bright purple light hit my chest. I felt a rush go through me. It felt like a surge of adrenalin; it put me on the edge making me feel out of control. I liked the feeling. I was in shock! I mean, gosh damn, this is a lot to take in. I nodded dumbly to my mom and walked out the door. I hoped into my blood red Porsche Boxter. I definitely needed Starbucks. On the way there, my mind flew through my life. It explained a lot of things my mom sometimes did. Like being two places at once; or so it seemed. She could also clean really fast. Hmm… It was strange, but it kinda made sense.
When I walked into Starbucks I noticed one of my friends. She smiled as I approached. She must have been able to read my distress because her smile quickly disappeared. I couldn't take questions right now, so I shook my head. We both got out drinks and headed to school. I was silent all morning. Finally my friends cornered me at my locker. They were all talking at once and I couldn't stand it. My head was spinning and the crowd was closing in. I screamed as everything went black.