Of Email, Names, and Littly Creativity
Also known as Chapter One of My Story!
The day began like any other. I woke, not knowing how much this day would change my life forever. But I suppose that's getting much too dramatic, so I'll tell you what happened...
My mother always wakes me up at 6:00, at least during the school year, but this summer it was the same. Usually I'm fihe with the arrangement, but today (July 10) I closed my eyes and mentally cursed my mother for waking me up at such an ungodly hour. But, since I knew she'd yell, and I certainly wasn't a god, I got up. I put on a tank top and shorts, and, still half-asleep, I went to breakfast.
In the moment I got to ther bottom of the stairs, I heard a knock at the door. I opened it, and nearly fainted.
Harry Potter was at my door. I gasped, but didn't check for his scar. I had read that he hated it. "Harry Potter?" I whispered uncertainly.
"It is," her replied. I wanted to ask him so much. He had grown up, and it was all I could do to keep from jumping up and down and asking him what had happened since his 4th year at Hogwarts.
"Your name has been changed," he whisperedto me. "At Hogwarts, your name is Selene Azda."
"So I've been accepted?" I whispered, a smile forming on my face.
"Yes, but it's a special case you have. Normally, we don't accept witches and wizards from outside Britain and Ireland. But Dumbledore has his reasons, of course."
Then Harry Potter, the brave one I had so often wished to meet, walked into my kitchen.
For a moment, I dreaded what Meli, my little sister, would say. But I saw Harry's reflection on the microwave. He was a brown-haired, green-eyed man, and since he had gotten new glasses, those weren't changed. He was also missing his scar. In the reflection, he was wearing clothes any person living nearby would wear. But I saw him looking the same, wearing robes of a dark, dark green. Odd? Most definately. But definately not the oddest thing going on.
He was telling my mother that I'd been accepted to some gifted school. It wasn't a whole ton of money to attend, as far as private schools, especially boarding schools(which this school was, and Hogwarts is, of course), go. He said his name was Harold Trotter. Obviously Harry hadn't thought that anyone would ask his name. Because if it were me, I'd've said my name was Jason Grey, or something far from my true name. My mtoher sounded approving, at least, she was smiling and looking excited. When he'd finally finished making up the school, (honestly, he'd said the school had a huge pool at least three times!) he gave me my acceptance letter. He said it told me where to catch the trains. And he made it extremely clear that I was to be alone on the train, that no one could come. He'd be there with me all the way to the school, he said.
Then he left, after the usual goodbyes were said. My sister, who hadn't gotten up, burst out talking. "Do you wanna go to Drameins School?" she asked me. "Mommy, are you gonna let her go?" she asked my mother.
"Do you wnat to go?" Mother asked me, and I nodded, not able to speak with supressed joy.
"She'll probably be going," she told Meli.
Mother called Dad, and after a long persuasion, and me telling him that I REALLY wanted to go to Drameins School, he consented. Personally, I think it was because the school didn't cost a lot. Mother said it would cost $500, and then $200 for supplies. She seemed a bit suprised that supplies would cost so much, but I knew. Anyone who's read the Harry Potter books knows that 1st years need a lot of supplies. Of course, I didn't tell her this. I knew I could one and one person only of what was happening. Christine, my best friend. She's understand, and probably laughh about the "3 huge pools" the so-called Drameins School housed.
I called her, and on the cordless phone, I told her that I'd email her something really important, and she must read it right away. The email read:
Christine, you must not tell anyone what I'm telling you in this email. You probably whould delete it after you read it. I've been accepted to Hogwarts! No, not one of those sites, the realy Hogwarts. Harry Potter was at my door this morning! He looked about 20, so I guess that tells you when the books take place. But my mother thinks I'm going to some gifted school. And let me tell you something, Harry Potter, for all people make of him, isn't at all creative at spur-of-the-moment things. He said his name was Harold Trotter, which is so close to Harry Potter it's funny, and he said the school's name was Drameins, which is a combination of two words in the Hogwarts motto. And he said several times that there was a huge pool at this school. I really want to be in Gryffindor, but am I all that brave? Ravenclaw might be where I end up. Hufflefulle'd be all right, but what if I was put in Slytherin? Horrible thought... But I'm so happy! I can do magic! Joy! Email me soon!
Selene (my name's been changed, for some odd reason)
I waited a bit impatiently for an answer. Finally, one came. I read eagerly.
Selene,
Wow! I really hope you're not lying, though. Ask your mom if you can come over. My mom said it's O.K. Email me with your answer.
Chrsitine
P.S. What does Harry Potter look like?
Mother said I could go, so fifteen mintues later, I was at Christine's house. We scurried to her room, where she sate at her computer desk's chair, and I sat on the bed.
"So you're not lying?" she asked.
Before I go on, I should describe Christine. She's Chinese, shorter than me, and could be Cho Chang for Halloween. She's really nice, and well, funky in a subdued way could describe her.
Back to our chat, though. "Would I lie about something this important?" I asked.
"No, at least, I really hope not." I looked into her eyes, mine pleading for her to believe me. "Actually, I don't think you'd lie about this. I was waiting to see if you'd say you were kidding! So, what does Harry Potter look like?"
I laughed. Well, he's actually handsome, I mean, he's not all that cute or anything, but he's definately not ugly or anything like that..."
"Oh, I can just picture him!" Christine said sarcastically, showing me her crossed fingers. "But what else do you know?"
"Not much, but I'll tell it all..." I said grinning.
I told her everything, and when I was done, Christine's mouth hung open. All right, not really, but she looked somewhat amazed.
"You have to tell me all about this year at Hogwarts!" she said solemly, and I promised I would.
Author's Note: I'm back, see? I hope you enjoy, and please review!