Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.

July 12, 1991

So not much has really happened until today. I've spent almost every day biking with my sister or helping mom unpack. She finally found a job by the way. She'll be teaching at the school my sister's going to go to. I'm guessing you want to know what happened today. Well, I got a letter.

The envelope was thick and heavy, made of yellowish parchment, and the address was written in emerald-green ink. What was really strange about the letter though, was that it had no stamp. Mom looked over my shoulder as I opened it. Here's what it said, I'm gluing it in here so I never lose it. This is the first piece of parchment in the letter:

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore

(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock,

Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)

Dear Miss Turpin,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft andWizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.

Term begins on September 1. Someone will come by to talk to you in person on July 15.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall,

Deputy Headmistress

Isn't that so weird? There's also a list of weird ingredients and such. Mom thinks it might be a joke. I hope not though. I think magic must be real. Like in those books my dad is reading me right now about Garion, Belgarath, and Polgara. That would be so cool! It would also explain that time they tried to put me on the wrong bus in Kindergarten. The doors kept closing on their own everytime they tried to help me on to the bus. I knew it was the wrong bus, the driver was a guy and my driver that morning had been a girl.

It might also explain why my sister was born so late also. She was supposed to be born a week before my birthday but I prayed and prayed that she would be born on my birthday so we could share a birthday. Which she was, much to the amazement of my parents and the doctor. See what I mean about magic having to be real?

Oh, mom's calling me. She says it doesn't matter if I'm a witch or not, I still have to help her wash the dishes. I hate being the big sister sometimes. My sister gets to play with her Barbies while I clean. Ugh.

I hope someone really does stop by in two days! Magic has to be real! It just has to be!

Lisa (I'm just going to sign my name to make sure everyone knows that this is my journal)

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