Chapter 3

I had to reread the letter about three times, for it to really sink in. I have a brother? They're coming to get me? I'm going to Hogwarts? I can finally live my life the way it was suppose to be? They didn't forget about me? Is Voldemort really dead? Is that what that scar's from, the one on the back of my neck? Thousands of questions raced through my head as I reread the letter again. My eyes stopped and I panicked when I read,

Be packed and ready to go.

What time was it? I looked out the window to see the sun gently rising. I knew in my gut that he would be here soon. I rushed around, flinging things into my trunk, running around the small room, which was really meant for two people, not six, collecting things from the other girls that had borrowed them.

I got dressed in a rush, brushed my hair, and then realized, my picture of my family was gone.

How could I misplace such a thing? The one thing I loved the most? I thought and thought, were did I have it last? Oh no. I left it in my jacket pocket! Miss. Cabe collects them and puts them in the closet! I tried the door, and it was locked. I pulled and pulled, but it wouldn't open! My picture, the one true thing I can't live without. How could I be so stupid? I slumped against the side of my bed, and almost started crying. The jacket belonged to the orphanage, I wouldn't get it back. She would go through the pockets, and find the picture. I heard a creek of hinges and I looked at the door in a panic, did Miss. Cabe hear me? I held my breath for a long time, listened for footsteps, but all was quiet.

I turned around, and no one was there. I slowly got up, tip-toed down the hall, trying to remember were the floor creaked, and same with the stairs. The closet, which was also always locked, slid open with ease. I nervously got the picture out, wishing that this could all be over with. As I crept towards the stairs, I heard footsteps coming down the hall. I hid under the stairs.

"GET UP YOU UNWANTED, WORTHLESS BRATS! IT'S FLOOR SCRUBING DAY!" Miss. Cabe yelled. She got her keys out, and tried to unlock the door, to find it was already unlocked.

"What the…? LINE UP! NOW!" she screamed.

I could the girls talking, wondering who the missing person was. What I needed right now, was a miracle.

"Misty!"

"Here"

"Bea!"

"Here."

"Am…" Then, my miracle came. The bell rang.

"Who the hell…?" Miss. Cabe muttered and stormed down the stairs. I took my opportunity, and bolted up the stairs and got in line.

"Amy! What are you doing girl? Are you trying to get killed?!" Misty said to me.

"I… I left something… I needed it." I whispered, as I tried to hear the talking downstairs.

"Why couldn't you wait?" she demanded.

"You'll see." I said.

"AMY POTTER! COME DOWN HERE! PLEASE." Miss. Cabe said, trying to cover up her screaming by adding a please.

I ran down the stairs, to the front door.

"Amy, this man is here too…" Miss. Cabe started to say, but I didn't care. I'd know his face anywhere. I couldn't help myself, I ran into his arms, crying with joy.

"Uncle Albus." I whimpered my face deep in his chest.

"Hello, Amy Potter."