"Hey, dad." I said, a little nervous. "I need to tell you some-" I suddenly stopped and looked to mom, wondering if she wanted to tell dad. She nodded encouragingly. "Well, dad…"

Dad looked at us and said, "What is it?"

"Well… I don't know how to say this, so I'll just say it fast… I'm a witch!"

""Wha-" My dad looked dumbstruck.

"Nathan, sit down." My mom said. "I need to talk to you about something." She looked to me. "Stay here. I need to explain this to your father." They went into their room and I stayed on the couch thinking it over.

A million thoughts were rushing through my head. I can't wait to see Hogwarts! I wonder if they have TV? I hope so. I'm going to make wizard friends! Do they really have brooms? Then, my thoughts started turning scary. What if I'm horrible because I never practiced? What is I break something? What if i get expelled? Oh my god, what if they made a mistake and I was never actually a witch?

A few minutes later, my parents came out of their bedroom. My dad looks bewildered and my mom looked exasperated. Her expression immediately changed to worry when she saw my face.

"Honey, what's wrong?" She asked me. "You look scared."

I explained to my mom what was worrying about. When I finished, she laughed at me.

"Honey, Hogwarts isn't going to make a mistake. It's thousands of years old. It's the greatest wizarding school in the world!"

"But… what if?" I asked.

"Don't worry, honey, nothing's going to happen."

"Okay." I said. "I'm going to go to my room now." I slowly walked to the staircase, my looking at the floor, but not really seeing it. I was thinking too much to care about anything.

When I reached my bedroom, I lay down on my bed and stared at the ceiling. Now only good thoughts were swirling around my head, and even though it was only 7:00, I fell asleep.

I dreamt of Hogwarts. In my head, it was just like my old school, except with wands. I dreamt I was top of the class, and I could do anything. Everyone cheered me as I healed the sick and gave wealth to the poor.

Then it all stopped with a bang.

I woke suddenly to hear my parents running down the hallway towards my bedroom door. It flung open and my mom was standing there, a frightened look in her eyes. "Did you hear that?" she asked frantically.

I nodded, suddenly realizing there were tears in my eyes. Nothing was scarier to me than seeing my parents scared or hurt. My mom walked up to me and pushed me into the closet, following me in and closing the door. "Be very quiet." She said, taking out her phone and trying to call 911. Her hands were shaking so bad it came out 623, so I grabbed the phone from her and dialed it myself.

I was about to press the call button when we heard my dad run down the stairs, then a loud swish, followed by an even louder thunk. I froze, and there was a chuckle, and then loud footsteps coming up the stairs. I instantly woke up from my trance and hit the big green button.

"Hello, 911 operator, what is your emergency?"

"Um… please come help. I think someone has broken into the house. I'm at 468 Bearpaw Boulevard. Please hurry, they're about to get us!" I hung up and looked at my mom, who was still shaking like it was below zero in there. I hugged her, and she hugged me back. We both stayed as quiet as possible as we heard the footsteps growing nearer and walking through my door. We held our breath as they walked so close to the closet we could see their shadows under the door.

"Hm… where is she?" A scary deep voice said in mock confusion. "Maybe she's in the closet.." I watched in horror as the door knob slowly turned and the door creaked open...