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Wizards of Hogwarts

Chapter One: Beginnings

Being awaken by my older brother was not my ideal way it get me up.

My name is Rose Harper Greyback. Today I just turned eleven. I have long black hair, with streaks of blue and green randomly placed in there. My eyes are a stormy grey like my fathers. My skin is an ivory color like my fathers, but I have my mothers dark hair.

Climbing out of bed, I went over to my dresser and got some clothes for me to wear. I ended up choosing to wear a pair of torn up, black skinny jeans, black conbat boots, and a Paramore T-shirt from a concert I went to last month with my Uncle Max.

Flashing myself down the stairs, I hid by wand in my boot so I would not get caught using unneccissary magic. I think my Dad saw me do this, considering he just gave me a glare, but he didn't say anything.

"Morning Daddy." I sweetly said as I piled pancakes on to my plate. Mom and I made these last night.

"Morning Rosie. Your mother is in the shower, and Dylan is over at James'."

"Where is Ryan?" I asked him.

Dylan is my older brother, who is going to be a second year Gryrffindor this upcoming year. He has my Dad's messy brown hair, but my Mom's dark brown eyes. He, too, has ivory skin. He is best friends with a boy named James Potter.

Ryan is my younger brother, who is nine. He has Mom's dark hair, ivory skin, but Dad's story grey eyes.

If your wondering who got the werewolf gene: Ryan.

"He is over at your grandparents."

"Which ones?"

"My parents." He said.

My mouth made an O shape. Mom came down, and I asked her, "So is it just going to be us three today?"

She nodded. "By the way..." She smiled. "Here's your Hogwarts letter."

I gave a smile as wide as I possibly could (trust me, it made my face hurt since I'm onof those rarely smiles types of people).

I ripped open the envelope and read the letter.

"Dear Miss Greyback,

You have been excepted into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, yada yada Yoda."

"Does it actually say that?" Mom asked me, questioning.

"Of course not, Mom. I'm just saving your time, in all technicality."

"Oh, hi, Ginny!" exclaimed Mom as we wandered into Diagon Alley.

"Hello, Alex! So is this Rose then?"

"Yes. And this must be Albus."

This Albus that my Mom spoke of had long, messy, unrurly jet black hair, fair skin, a few freckles, and gorgeous green eyes. He looked almost exactly like the man who stood behind him- except Albus didn't have the lightning bolt scar or the round glasses.

"Hi. I'm Albus Severus Potter. I go by Al, though." The boy said.

I smiled. "Hey. I'm Rose Harper Greyback."

This, I knew, was the beginning of a wonderful friendship.