October 1985

I always loved Halloween, it's the only day in the entire year when my parents and I can wear our robes instead of the muggle clothes we wear every day. All our school work until the end of the month will be about Halloween and I couldn't be more excited!

Today, Mrs. Travers told us that we were going to have a pumpkin decorating contest. I love decorating pumpkins! Each year, my parents charm the pumpkin to make them talk, but they don't get in trouble because the muggles think it's what they call "specials effects".

Because of our pumpkins, our house was very popular among the trick-or-treaters and a lot of my classmates wanted to team up with me for the contest, especially Dudley Dursley.

"Fawley", he ordered, "you are my partner!"

I didn't want to team up with him! He was a bully and he would let me do all the work alone so he could collect the price in the end. I had to come up with a plan to avoid working with him.

"I already have a partner", I lied.

"Who", he asked me wondering who dared steal his chance of winning the contest.

I looked around to find a partner but all my classmates looked away and quickly teamed up with someone else so they wouldn't be targeted by Dudley. There was only one kid without a partner: a little boy with round glasses.

"I'm with Harry", I said proudly, turning around to face the jet black-haired boy who looked surprised.

I made my way to the front of the classroom, picked up a pumpkin, and dragged Harry towards an empty table. He remained quiet for a moment before he finally talked to me.

"You shouldn't have done that", he said nervously.

"Done what?" I asked innocently.

"Team up with me," he sighed sadly, "Now, Dudley will be mean to you too. He'll make everyone avoid you and you will be alone, like me." Harry was very nice and I couldn't understand why everyone was so mean to him. I didn't want him to be on his own anymore.

"No, I won't be alone," I told him, "and you won't be either because I will be with you."

He gave me a shy smile and we began to decorate our pumpkin. In the end, we had turned it into an alien and Mrs. Travers found it so original that we won the first prize. That day, Harry and I became inseparable.

Throughout the years our friendship grew and became stronger. While everyone else was avoiding Harry, I stayed with him. If Dudley were mean to his cousin, I would stand up for him, and if he was mean to me, Harry would confront him (Which usually ended with Harry and I running from his cousin.)

July 1991

I woke up to the sound of something tapping on my window. I got out of bed, opened the curtains, and saw an owl holding a letter in its beak. I opened the window to let the bird in and took the letter. I turned it over to know who it was intended to. In green ink was written:

Miss J. Fawley,

The blue room,

12 Privet Drive.

I opened the envelope and began to read 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 Fawley,

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 1st. We await your owl by no later than July 31st.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall sig

Minerva McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress

I was so happy! I had been waiting for this moment all my life. My parents were going to be so proud: they were always talking about Hogwarts and the great time they had there. I can't wait to tell them and Harry…

I felt my heart sunk a little. Harry is a muggle. I can't tell him about Hogwarts and worse: he can't come with me. My eyes filled with tears and I began to cry. I must have been crying very hard because my bedroom door slammed open. My parents ran towards me and hugged me tightly.

"What's wrong honey", my mom asked.

Without any word, I handed her the letter. She looked at it before giving it to my father.

"Jane, it's wonderful!" My father said overly excited. "Why are you crying? You should be happy!"

"Because Harry is a muggle and he can't go to Hogwarts with me!" I sobbed. "I don't want to lose my best friend."

I kept on crying and my parents remained silent. They looked at each other wondering what to do. My father was the first to break the silence.

"Anne," he said to my mom, "I think you should tell her."

"Tell me what?" I asked.

"Sweetheart," my mom said smiling softly, "Harry's a wizard too and both of you will go together."

Harry was a wizard too? How could have I not realise it before? Now that I think about it, the signs were quite obvious. Like that one time when he ended up on the school roof once while he was being chased down by Dudley.

Soon enough, my initial confusion was replaced by pure joy and excitement. I was going to Hogwarts with my best friend and couldn't wait to finally tell him everything I knew about the Wizarding world!

"I have to go see Harry!" I told my parents before I bolted towards my bedroom door.

"Wait a minute Jane," my father asked. "You can't tell him he's a wizard; he will learn it when it will be the right time for him to know. Besides, you can't see him today: we have some shopping to do."