My Story
Prologue
I used to think I was a normal girl. Maybe not perfectly normal, but not really odd, or strange. But I didn't know the whole truth. But would I have believed it if I knew?
My birthday begins it all, I guess. October 31. Halloween. The day of witches and monsters and spells. Everyone called me lucky, and I agreed. I mean, what kid in their right mind wouldn't think it lucky to get candy, cake, costumes, and gifts on the same day? But I wasn't really lucky. Lucky is when something extraordinarily good happens. Nothing, absolutely nada, lucky happened due to my birthday. Well, maybe it did happen, but that comes later.
Nothing much else happened for a year or so. On the Halloween when I turned 2, I was a witch for Halloween. When I've looked back on the pictures years later, I noticed that my dress, or costume, resembled the robes in the Harry Potter books. However, it wasn't of huge importance. But my mother did make the gown for me. And my dad did go looking for a broomstick. Not really important, right?
My sister was born shortly thereafter, and I thought she was the cutest baby sister in the world. But we were different, two people who just happened to be in the same family. Though most people say most siblings are really different.
When I was five, we moved. Our house was too small, and we were moving. But Mother and Dad knew what I'd seen. Probably that really got them to hurry and find a house.
Most kids worry when they're the new kids at school. I did, and missed my best friend. I was more withdrawn, unlike my little sister, who had lots of friends to play with her at preschool. I had one or two friends, or else I was practicing reading or by myself. I learned to read early, in preschool. At first I hated learning, but I'll always be glad I learned. But that's off the subject. I did make friends in kindergarten. Not really a best friend, but who has a best friend then?
Anyway, nothing much in first grade, but again in 2nd grade, I was a witch. Somehow, the same dress fit me. Again I had a broomstick. But was that really important?
I did get really sick that year. I recovered fairly quickly, but I've never found out why I got sick in the first place. Could it have been some sort of test?
Third grade was uneventful, but 4th grade became more and more eventful. I wasn't a witch that year, I was a maid. My sister was a witch, but with green goo on her face, and long, black plastic fingernails. That year I also discovered that I had some talent as a playwright. I wrote two short historical plays, but I also wrote an original play about two witches saving the world from two evil witches. I still wonder how I finished the whole thing.
That year, we did a play. Guess who I played? The witch. I really liked that part, and I had a nice costume. My mother had a black dress that was perfect. But where did she get the dress? I performed well, but, as I told Mother, I was just being myself. Odd? Maybe.
Fifth grade came, and I had the most wonderful teachers. My reading teacher was really nice, but my regular teacher was the best. She loved my writing, knew I loved acting, and best of all, she believed in me. And both of them introduced me to the Harry Potter books. I read all three, and loved each one. And I noticed one character who was nearly me. Hermione Granger. I looked like her, except for wearing glasses and my hair not being so bushy. She was a bit more study crazy than I, but if I could learn magic, I would study as though my life depended on it. And it did, at least in the books. My best friend and I had nicknames form the books. Hers was Lavender Brown, my sister's was Ginny Weasley, and mine (of course) was Hermione Granger. That year, I was Hermione for Halloween. I again wore a dress, and this year my mother made me a scarlet cape. It took her a while, but it turned out really nice.
That year, I became a real Harry Potter freak. I read the books more than anyone I know, went on the internet and found sites about the books, and even wrote a play on the first book. I played Hermione, the part I wanted. This time I wore a striped shirt and jeans, and of course, the cape. I loved the performance, the feeling that I really was Hermione.
I did other tings too, of course. I played violin, viola, piano, and was hoping to take flute in the summer, which I did. I was good at all four, and was pretty proud of that fact. My appearance was easy to describe: brunette, brown eyes with glasses, and tall. I took Tae-Kwon-Do, and loved it. It's fun to throw your mom when you're practicing your sport. Which it was. People have told me it's not a "real" sport, but obviously they've never taken it. I swam a little, but only in the summer, really.
Junior high was coming, and I was looking forward to it, but deep down, I hoped that an owl would come saying that I'd been accepted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. But I doubted this would happen. Though when I told my teacher, she seemed to believe me. But that didn't make it true. Or did it?
I graduated elementary school without a huff or a puff. I passed with flying colors, as they say. The next week, I was taking swimming lessons and learning the flute. I loved every moment.
On July 7th, I waited until midnight with some of my friends for the 4th Harry Potter book, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. When I held my copy, happy shivers ran through me. I finished it in two days, and loved every word. And a few days later, the prologue of my life ended, and chapter 1 really began.
Author's note: Yes, I know it's a bit hard to get. Part 1 will be more Harry Potter-ish, and I'll name names. Please review and look out for part 1!
J.K. Rowling owns the Harry Potter books, and all of her characters that I mentioned. I own everyone else! Joy! So, ya can't really sue me!