Welcome to my new fanfiction. I wrote the same story on a different account but gave up. Now I've added new ideas and am rewriting it. Please review, favourite and follow!

P.S I unfortunately own nothing from Harry Potter, otherwise this would probably have its own website and I wouldn't ask you to review.

Hi. I'm Hazel Angel Wright. And this is my story:

It all started one sunny, Monday morning. I was outside, playing with the family dog, Zachary. My siblings and I were all adopted by rich parents, Mr and Mrs Barny, whose son had died a few years before we came along. Our house was pretty awesome. We had our own pool in the back-garden and a hot-tub. We each got our own room with a bathroom each and even a kind-maid named Sally. She came from a poor family and was working for us to pay for her children's education. Chris and Sophie, my siblings, both laughed at her behind her back, but I often talked to Sally while she did her work.

There's one room we're not allowed in; Peter's bedroom. Mr and Mrs Barny's dead son. Chris once attempted to get into the room, but man, the security is tight around that area. Chris got grounded for a week. Sophie was always egging my brother on when he was doing something naughty, but didn't dare do it herself. I just kept to myself.

Sally was watching me while I played with Zachary, clapping whenever I succeeded in teaching Zachary a new trick and giving my advice when one went wrong. That's why I love Sally. She's always on my side. I was teaching Zachary to scare away wasps when they came near picnics when the doorbell went. Mrs Barny's screech filled the garden.

"Get the door Sally!" she demanded, as Sally trotted back into the house, leaving me alone with Zachary. He had got bored out chasing wasps and now was rolling a ball playfully in his paws, wanting me to throw it for him. So I went into the garage, grabbed Zachary's training lead and lead him towards the pool, but not before Sally came walking formally towards me, trying not to get her black, polished shoes mucky in case she was told off, and handed me an envelope. "This is for you," Sally explained, as I flicked the envelope over to see a crest with a lion, badger, snake and eagle on it.

"Can you read it with me?" I asked, ripping open the envelope with curiosity. I always loved it when Sally did things with me, it was just a feeling. Without warning, Chris charged round the corner, followed by a giggling Sophie. They were only 11 months apart, Chris being 14 and Sophie being 13. I couldn't stand them. "Ickle Hazel got a letter! Awww, she needs help reading it," Chris cooed, as Sophie grabbed her stomach, laughing like it was funniest thing in the world. They were both so annoying. We all knew it wasn't true; I got better grades than both of them. But it didn't stop them teasing me. "Shut up," I snapped, bored of their continuous snorts of laughter.

"Awww, Hazel needs us to be quiet for her nap. Shhhh!" whispered Chris and Sophie fell to the floor and began hiccupping. Sally stepped forward before things got out of hand.

"Come on guys, get along," cried Sally, raising her hand. "You can all be friends; you can all read the letter." Chris' face immediately fell into a frown and Sophie, with great struggle, pulled her body off the floor and crossed her arms. They didn't really like being talked to like they were little kids, and I could tell they didn't enjoy this either.

"Friends!" spat Chris. "Friends! Friends with that loser? I'm sorry but I think you lost your mind!" Sally went bright red, as I began cowering towards an apple tree, scared they would begin shouting at each other. My worst nightmare came true.

"YOU CALL YOURSELF A MAID? WHEN MR BARNY SAID WE WERE GETTING A MAID I EXPECTED TO BE GETTING A DECENT ONE, NOT YOU!"

"MIND YOUR MANNERS, YOUNG MAN!"

That's Chris began swearing, calling Sally thing's too rude to repeat. Sophie's eyes were getting bigger as the two shot insults right back at each other.

"Fight! Fight! Fight!"

The noise must've been catastrophic as Mrs Barny came rushing outside, careful to only walk on the path as she was wearing her nice, red heels. But the rest of her was shaking with rage.

"Sally! What is going on here? Why are you and Chris behaving like wild animals?" she snapped, and Sally opened her mouth, about to explain but was cut short. "Children! To your bedroom! Sally! Follow me!"

And that's how we all got split up. Fortunately, my bedroom was on the ground floor, since I was afraid of heights and Mr Barny didn't want vomit all over his carpet. There was still a bucket next to the window in case a few inches were too high for me. Otherwise, my bedroom was beautiful. The walls and ceiling were painted to be like space, with the moon, stars and other planets all stuck over it. The carpet was earth, so it felt like I was floating space when I went to bed. Even my bed was a rocket! How cool is that? My bookshelves had Jupiter telling you what type of books were there and I even had a telescope in front of the wall-sized window. I wanted to be an astronaut when I was older, I knew it. My desk had quotes on it from famous astronauts and my essay about Neil Armstrong. The letter still in my hands, I waddled towards my bed, grabbed a book upon space and began to read. Strangely, the letter didn't seem so important to me anymore, it was probably just about my secondary school...

I woke up, after dreaming about me and Sally riding broomsticks for some reason, to hear a strange tapping noise. I opened my door, half-asleep- to see Mrs Barny. I immediately woke up properly, since nobody ever really visited my bedroom except Sally. "Why were you sleeping in your clothes? Didn't Gerald talk to you about that last week?" she snapped, allowing herself in before looking around, shaking her head in a disapproving way. She never really liked my space theme. "I was tired..." I explained, sitting down on my bed, but Mrs Barny didn't seem to hear me.

"Anyway, I've suspended Sally for a few days," she said casually, making me drop my book in shock. Sally!? Gone!? I remembered my time before Sally came and it was dreadful, what would I do? Even those few days will be torture. But Mrs Barny was now peering around my bedroom and finally picked up my letter. "What's this?"

"I don't know. Suppose it's about my secondary school," I muttered, as Mrs Barny handed it back to me. I tipped the letter onto my bed and began to 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 Miss Wright,

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

Term begins on 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 31 July.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress

I breathed, staring down at the letter. Witchcraft? Hogwarts? What the heck did 'await your owl' mean? It was probably a prank from Chris and Sophie. 'Supreme Mugwump' did sound like something they would put. Right at that moment, the doorbell went and Mrs Barny hurried to get it. She was cursing under her breathe and saying something like, 'Better not be that goofy man'. I reread the letter. But the handwriting looked nothing like Chris'. And how on earth would he get ink? Sophie might've been able to copy it, but wouldn't there be an ink splatter from where she had giggled. 'Warlock' would've been enough to bring her down. Filled with different emotions, I barely noticed Mrs Barny come in with a strange looking woman, until the woman did a little cough.

"Huh?" I spluttered, finally raising my head to see an old woman with a strict sort of smile.

"Hello Wright. I'm Professor McGonagall and I assume that that letter is about Hogwarts?" The woman spoke in a voice that would've made Chris stop speaking. I'm not that good with strangers, to be honest, I never find my voice. That was why I was terrified on secondary school.

"I'll be your transfiguration teacher at Hogwarts and will be taking you to Diagon Alley today with two other pupils so you can get your things for school."

Transfiguration? Diagon Alley? I was partly excited and also shaking with nerves.

"Come on, Albus won't be very happy if one of his students doesn't turn up for the new year." And that's how I got stuck in front of the libraries fireplace, holding 'floo powder' in my hand.

Hope you enjoyed. Next chapter coming out soon you'll meet recognisable characters. Diagon Alley has to be one of my favourite places to right about!