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Edit: I put up these stories just to see if people were interested! Now that at least a few are I'm fixing the format of them! When I wrote them they weren't designed to go online! Thanks to all who read these before I fixed them!
When my family and I lived like muggles we lived in Washington State in the United States of America. We lived normal lives, our parents had normal jobs and my brother, sisters and I went to public schools. Everything was just like the normal American family that everyone thinks of (minus the British accents of course). Due to our parents being from England and the closeness of our family, we all sported a British accent as well. My sister Elizabeth's birthday is June 7th, and the summer everything changed was just after her 11th birthday. Well my sister Izzy and I were about 9 and we were playing outside, causing trouble, climbing in trees, playing in dirt, that kind of thing. As soon as school would let out, my sister and I would spend as much time as possible outside. The postman would come at the same time every day and he would split the mail evenly into two piles and give my sister one pile and one to me so we would each be able to bring in the mail. One day early into summer as I was looking through the post in my pile, an owl flew over and dropped a letter on our doorstep. When I picked it up I noticed that it was a peculiar looking letter. The letter was addressed to Elizabeth and that was weird enough. We ran into the house yelling "Lizzy got a letttteerrr, Lizzy got a lettteerrr." That made Elizabeth mad enough, she hates the nickname Lizzy. Our parents grabbed the letter and looked at each other. It was that kind of look that said 'Oh my gosh, what do we do?'
Everything after that is a blur. Both of my parents started making some phone calls telling people that they needed 2 weeks of personal time. They got off the phone and looked at us and told us to pack our bags, we were going on a trip. Izzy and I were really excited, vacation! Also, there was some secret that we knew we were going to hear about. Elizabeth was more nervous; obviously this big secret had something to do with her. Then there was my brother. Yes, I have a brother; a boring little brother. That sounds mean, I know, but he doesn't like sports, or school. The only thing's that he's great at, and loves to do, all involve the arts: drama, drawing, painting, anything like that. But anyways, as soon as we were ready to go we all got into the car and took the ferry across the water. My siblings and I were extremely excited, we never went on vacations! Eventually the ferry trip was over and we drove to SeaTac Airport.
"OMG! We're flying!" whispered Izzy to me.
"I know! I wonder where we're going." I whispered back. We found out soon enough. After about a day and a half and 3 connecting flights, we landed in London, England.
"OMG OMG OMG OMG! We're in London!"
"I can see that Izzy, calm down."
"BUT WE'RE IN LONDON!"
"Calm down, maybe if you stop shouting we'll find out what's going on!" Throughout this whole conversation we had gotten into a taxi and gotten dropped off in front of a shabby looking place called 'The Leaky Cauldron.'
"Mom, where are we going?"
"We're going into the Leaky Cauldron Kat."
"Umm, but why are all the people leaving it dressed all funny?"
"That's part of what we're here to talk about sweetheart."
Elizabeth, Izzy and I all looked at each other, we were nervous and scared. But we followed my parents into the Leaky Cauldron nonetheless. The outside appearance was nothing compared to the inside. Shabby furniture surrounded by dingy lighting and weirdly dressed people, but none of that compared to the bartender. A short bald man with what seemed to be a permanent toothy grin and had to be the most weird man I had ever seen. Then, the weirdest part, he spoke to my parents; and called them by name.
"Gabrielle! Bryce! Is that you? It's fantastic to see you. Where have you been? So the rumors were true! Ahh these must be your kids! Got a letter I presume?"
Then my parents spoke back! "Hello Tom, yes the rumors were true and yes, we got a letter but we've got a lot to tell our children. Got an open room that we could use for an hour or so?"
"Of course, anything for you two! Take the presidential suite."
"Thanks Tom, we owe you one." By this point we were all really confused and scared. This was like nothing we had ever done. It was like our parents had a whole other life.
"Please, all of you, sit down."
"Mom, you're scaring us."
"I know you guys, just listen and don't say anything until we finish alright?"
"Okay."
So they proceeded to tell us everything. About magic, and how it's real. They took out their wands and showed us and amazed us with what should've been impossible feats. They explained that was why such weird stuff always seemed to happen around our family. It was us, the kids, doing accidental magic. They said that this was completely normal and at they wrote to some friends in England when it became clear that we had magic. That was why Elizabeth got a letter to the school in England and not the states. They told us how their jobs were actually in the wizarding world in the states and that's how they were still able to do magic competently.
They then told us the story of why they hid it from us. My parents went to school with the famous Boy Who Lived, Harry Potter. Well, we had no clue who that was until later but my parents told us everything. My mom was a Hufflepuff, my dad was a Gryffindor. Our father was actually from a family well known for their affiliation with dark magic. His family is considered part of what they call the Sacred Twenty Eight, a group generally known for being pureblood supremacists. When my father Bryce Avery, was sorted into Gryffindor and didn't show any regret, he was disowned from his family. Our mother was born to a family of muggles and thus is considered a muggleborn. They were good friends with Harry Potter and the Weasleys'. They told us all about Voldemort and the war and how the Order of the Phoenix helped my parents, whose relationship was forbidden, escape and hide from the wizarding world. This was followed by the explanation of Hogwarts and what it was. How it's the best wizarding school there is and that Elizabeth will be going there at the end of the summer. I'm not going to lie, I was in shock and I can tell you Izzy was to. I sometimes can't even fathom it now. But their next step was to see if any of their old friends remembered them. So our first stop in Diagon Alley, which upon first glance was the coolest place that I had ever seen, was to stop by Weasley Wizards Wheezes.
