Jordan Black
Part 2

When I came down to breakfast the next morning, dad was sitting at the table. An envolope addressed in green ink lay on the table, and it was addressed to.......... To me! I picked it up, and turned it over, fingers trembling. There was a H, surrounded by an eagle, a badger, a lion, and a snake.

Hogwarts!

Mom walked into the kitchen just then. Dad was beaming. Mom looked at the envelope, and frowned.
I pulled out the paper, and read:
Dear Miss Black,
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 September 1. We await your owl by no later than July 31.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress
"Can I go?" I asked.
"Of course," Dad said.
"I don't think it's a good idea, Sirius," Mom said.

No! Dumb mom!

"Why not? Our daughter, not go to Hogwarts? That's just like saying that Harry's kids aren't going to go, it's ridiculous!"
"You've seen how people treat her, just on the streets, because of you! Why should it be any different there, with people like the Malfoys, and the Crabbes, and the Goyles, who come from a long line of Death Eaters? They'll know the truth, but they'll torture her just the same!"
"It's stupid! Where else will she learn magic? I say she goes!"
"I say she doen't!"

Uh-oh. Another fight.

"DOES ANYONE CARE WHAT I THINK?" I yelled. Mom and Dad seemed to have forgotten I was there again.
"Of course, Jordan," Mom said.
"Well, I want to go."
"Sounds fine to me," Dad said.
"Oh......... Oh, all right!"

Yippee! I get to go to Hogwarts!

Mom was still grumbling about the fact that she wasn't sure I should go to Hogwarts when we went to the Potters later that afternoon, but I didn't care. All I cared about was that I got to go to Hogwarts. I had brought my letter along with me wherever I went ("You're completely nutters, girl," Jessica had said). The two of us were reading the letter when I noticed the part that I had so convieniently missed before: the page with my book list, the one that said: PARENTS ARE REMINDED THAT FIRST YEARS ARE NOT PERMITTED THEIR OWN BROOMSTICKS.

Bummer!

"Oh, man! So you can't take your HotStreak300?"
"Nope! And we can't play Quidditch either, not on the House Teams."

Bust!

"I was on the Quidditch team my first year," Harry Potter told Jordan when she and Jessica came down for dinner.
"How? You were only a first year, and they aren't allowed to play."
"Ah, well, um, special allowances were made for myself."

CHEAP!

"How come?" Jess asked.
"They were in need of a Seeker, and, well, let's just say I owe it all to Draco Malfoy." Hermione burst out laughing.

Huh?

I must have had a puzzled look on my face, and Jess must have too, because Harry said, "You two know who the Malfoy's are, don't you?" We nodded.
"Well, Draco is our age, and we've always beem enemies. At our first flying practice, Neville broke his arm, and Madam Hooch told no one to leave the ground while she took him to the hospital wing. Well, of course Draco took the Remembrall Neville had dropped, and when I tried to take it, he flew up in the air. Then he dropped it, and I dived, caught it in front of McGonagall, who had arrived in time to witness the scene, and she took me to the team captain, and BAM! I was the new Seeker."

Lucky!

We ate dinner, all of us in deep conversation, Mom, Dad, Harry and Hermione telling us tales of when they were at Hogwarts. Jess and I laughed, oohed and aahed, and applauded at all the right times. Mom, Dad and I left later that night, me feeling even more excited, if possible, about going to Hogwarts.