A/N: I'm really sorry for neglecting to update my story lately.
The next week passed quickly and the letters seemed to dwindle down to nothing. Abigail was worried, but Petunia had told her in private that everything would be sorted out on her birthday. The night before her birthday Abigail couldn't sleep and lay in her bed thinking about what Petunia has said earlier that week, when she came in. "Abigail what are you still doing up?" "I can't sleep Aunt Petunia." She came and sat on the edge of Abigail's bed Petunia brushed back her bangs. As she had done for many years she traced the scar on her forehead and smiled at Abigail. "Let me tell you a story."
"Once upon a time there was a little girl who loved her sister more than anything in the world. They played together every day, but her sister was different. She was magical. Her own sister was angered by this. Not because she was special or different but because she knew she would leave her to learn how to control her powers. In a vain hope she was magical too she wrote a letter to the headmaster of magic, but it was all for nothing. As her sister traveled to the school for magical people her sister showed nothing but anger. All the while inside she was really crying. Years had passed, and the sisters grew farther and farther apart. All that held them together was their blood relation. After her sister graduated from the magic school she married a man of magic as well. They had a beautiful daughter who was deemed by magic to also train at this school. Although there is good in magic there was also evil. The evil was destined to take the girl away from her magic, but fate had a different plan. Fate decided to save this little girl and so it did. Although her parents were gone the magic was all around her and protected her until her Aunt could protect her. She was loved every day until her aunt knew she had to let her go. When the little girl went off the aunt cried the tears she never cried for her sister. Every summer the little girl would return with tales of her adventures and what she learned. As the years went by the little girl found her place in the world but knew that her Aunt was always going to be there to go home to."
Petunia looked to see her niece was fast asleep. She smiled and kissed goodnight. The next morning Abigail woke up it was her 11th birthday and she had a feeling that it was going to be a good day. She headed down for breakfast just in time to see Vernon leaving for work. He always made an effort to be out of the house on her birthday. Before she went into the kitchen her Uncle handed her the mail. As she looked at the letters there was a letter for her Aunt. Abigail handed her Aunt the letter. As Petunia opened the letter she smiles as Dudley ran to hug Abigail.
"Happy Birthday Abs!" shouted Dudley. She smiled as she sat down at the table. Petunia set down her favorite breakfast dish "Waffles and bacon for the birthday girl," smiled Petunia. "Thank you. What are we going to do today?" "I have a special day planned. We are going to London today." Both Abigail and Dudley smiled. Although London wasn't that far away from Surrey it was always a special occasion to go. About twenty minutes after breakfast Petunia, Dudley, and Abigail were headed out the door to take a cab.
"What is in the bag Mum?"
"It's a surprise for Abigail," smiled Petunia
A they arrived in London both children could hardly wait to go exploring at their favorite places. The three visited The British Museum, Hyde Park, and The London eye before lunch. When it was time for lunch Petunia led them to an older part of town. "Now were meeting an old friend of your parents for lunch Abigail." At this Abigail looked up eyes wide. "Really? Who is it?"
Petunia smiled and looked straight ahead. "Well he is really tall so please be polite. He will be able to explain things I could never tell you." Just then they heard a pop in the alley. As if appearing out of nowhere a giant man was standing there. His face was almost completely hidden by a long, shaggy mane of hair and a wild, tangled beard, but you could make out his eyes, glinting like black beetles under all the hair.
"Ah Petunia pleasure to see you what has it been ten years I believe," said Hagrid.
"Yes. This is my son Dudley, and this is Abigail."
Hagrid looked at Abigail and he must have been smiling because his eyes crinkled as if he was smiling. "Last time I saw you, you was only a baby," said the giant. "Yeh look a lot like yet dad, but yeh've got yet mom's eyes." "Thank you, sir." "We should head inside then, I'm sure you are all hungry. The four of them headed inside and sat at a table in the back corner. This place Hagrid had explained was called the Leaky Cauldron. Tom the bartender had come over to get their order. As they ordered Hagrid pulled a letter out of his pocket and handed it to Jade.
"Your Aunt had written to Dumbledore telling us that you weren't getting your letters."
Abigail looked at Petunia as she opened her letter. Dudley had scooted closer to her, so he could read the letter too. It read:
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 Ms. Potter,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later than July 31. Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall,
Deputy Headmistress
There was a million and one questions Abigail wanted to ask but before she could Petunia had set her package in front of her. "I know this is a lot to take in but before you go on not believing any of this you should open this." Abigail looked at the package. It looked as if it had been packed away for years. She carefully tore the paper off to reveal a photo album. She opened it to find photos pages and pages of them. There were photos of her Aunt and mum growing up falling in love and getting married. There were even pictures of a little boy who must have been her mums best friend, but the most amazing thing about all the pages was the moving pictures. She could see her mum waving, her dad kissing mum, and the little boy scowling.
"Thank you, Aunt Petunia." Abigail cried. Of all the tiny gifts she had been given over the years this was the best one she had ever received. Just then the food arrived and as the four of them dug in Hagrid cleared his throat. "Abigail how much do you know about your parents?"
"Nothing really Aunt Petunia couldn't really ever talk about them because of my Uncle but she told me they died in a car crash."
Hagrid looked at Petunia who shook her head in shame. "I'm sorry Hagrid I didn't know what to tell her." "The truth but that is in the past. I never thought I would have to tell you."
"There was this wizard, about twenty years ago now, started lookin' fer followers. Got 'em, too - some were afraid, some just wanted a bit o' his power, 'cause he was gettin' himself power, all right. Dark days, Abigail. Didn't know who ter trust, didn't dare get friendly with strange wizards or witches... terrible things happened. He was takin' over. 'Course, some stood up to him - an' he killed 'em. Horribly. One o' the only safe places left was Hogwarts. Reckon Dumbledore's the only one Voldemort was afraid of. Didn't dare try takin' the school, not jus' then, anyway.
"Now, yer mum an' dad were as good a witch an' wizard as I ever knew. Head boy an' girl at Hogwarts in their day! Suppose the myst'ry is why You-Know-Who never tried to get 'em on his side before... probably knew they were too close ter Dumbledore ter want anythin' ter do with the Dark Side.
"Maybe he thought he could persuade 'em... maybe he just wanted 'em outta the way. All anyone knows is, he turned up in the village where you was all living, on Halloween ten years ago. You was just a year old. He came ter yer house an' - an' -"
Hagrid suddenly pulled out a very dirty, spotted handkerchief and blew his nose with a sound like a foghorn.
"Sorry," he said. "But it's that sad - knew yer mum an' dad, an' nicer people yeh couldn't find - anyway..."
"You-Know-Who killed 'em. An' then - an' this is the real myst'ry of the thing - he tried to kill you, too. Wanted ter make a clean job of it, I suppose, or maybe he just liked killin' by then. But he couldn't do it. Never wondered how you got that mark on yer forehead? That was no ordinary cut. That's what yeh get when a Powerful, evil curse touches yeh - took care of yer mum an' dad an' yer house, even - but it didn't work on you, an' that's why yer famous, Abigail. That's why everyone in our world will know your name without yer' introduction. No one ever lived after he decided ter kill 'em, no one except you, an' he'd killed some o' the best witches an' wizards of the age - the McKinnons, the Bones, the Prewetts - an' you was only a baby, an' you lived."
Something very painful was going on in Abigail's mind. As Hagrid's story came to a close, she saw a blinding flash of green light clearly as if she was standing there and she remembered something else, for the first time in her life: a high, cold, cruel laugh. Abigail started to shake as tears streamed down her face. Petunia stood up and came around the table. She pulled her niece close and held her as she cried.
"Why? Why would someone do that?" sobbed Abigail.
"I don't know but I will always be there for you no matter how much time changes us," said Petunia.
As if something clicked in her mind Jade looked up at Petunia and wiped her tears. "The story it's about my mum and dad isn't it?" Petunia nodded as they held each other. Soon after the crying and hugging had subsided Abigail had a few questions to ask. "What happened him?" "Don't know he disappeared. Some say he died. I think he's still out there though."
"Abigail no matter what this is real, and you are a good witch. You're magical and you will do wonderful things," said Petunia.
"The story it's about us and our family!"
Petunia nodded and smiled. As they finished eating Hagrid handed her a folded piece of paper. As Abigail opened it, it read:
HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY
UNIFORM
First-year students will require:
1. Three sets of plain work robes (black)
2. One plain pointed hat (black) for day wear
3. One pair of protective gloves (dragon hide or similar)
4. One winter cloak (black, silver fastenings)
Please note that all pupils' clothes should carry name tags
COURSE BOOKS
All students should have a copy of each of the following:
The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 1) by Miranda Goshawk
A History of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot
Magical Theory by Adalbert Waffling
A Beginners' Guide to Transfiguration by Emetic Switch
One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi by Phyllida Spore
Magical Drafts and Potions by Arsenius Jigger
Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them by Newt Scamander
The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection by Quentin Trimble
OTHER EQUIPMENT
wand
cauldron (pewter, standard size 2) set
glass or crystal phials
telescope set
brass scales
Students may also bring an owl OR a cat OR a toad
PARENTS ARE REMINDED THAT FIRST YEARS ARE NOT ALLOWED THEIR OWN BROOMSTICKS
"How will we get all this?"
"In Diagon Alley of course."
A/N: Hagrid's story belongs to JK Rowling I own nothing except the name Abigail.