Six years later, Claire and Rachel found themselves in the London airport,
looking for two people that they had never seen in their life. Two
California girls in London. It was very strange for them. Finally, an old
woman walked up to them and smiled. "Are you two ready to get home?" he
asked.
Their grandmother helped them with their bags and she seemed to be carrying
them much too easily for someone so old.
"Grandma? Do you need some help with those?" Claire asked.
"No honey, I'm fine. Just using a bit of magic." She said winking.
"Wait. you're a.?" Rachel stuttered in amazement.
"A witch, yes. And your father was a wizard. never told your mother.
That's what messed him up. I told your grandfather the minute he proposed,
took it quite well actually."
"Kevin was a wizard?" Claire asked stunned.
"Yes dear. Now, come on, we've got a birthday to celebrate." She added
smiling at Rachel.
Their grandmother was different. You would have never guessed that she was
a witch. She knew how to drive a car, her house was relatively normal, and
she dressed very mundanely. As they entered the house Rachel asked,
"Where's Granddad?"
"He's taking a bit of a nap on the couch!" replied their grandmother.
Their grandfather had recently suffered from a stroke. He didn't talk much
anymore. "I'll get him up. I've made you a cake Rachel; it's in the
kitchen. Why don't you two put your stuff down and head into the kitchen."
They walked into the kitchen and Claire pointed at the cake. It was
beautiful. "Happy Sweet 16 Rachel!" it said in orange writing.
"Wow. Grandma seems so nice!" Rachel exclaimed.
Claire turned her head and saw their grandma pushing their grandpa in his
wheelchair, into the kitchen.
Their grandma burst into song. "Happy birthday to you!" Rachel chuckled
as Claire and granddad joined in. "Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday
to Rachel! Happy birthday to you!" Rachel leaned forward and blew out all
sixteen candles with one breath.
"What did you wish for?" Claire asked curiously.
"If I tell you, it won't come true!"
Near the end of August, Rachel and Claire received their letters from Dumbledore for transferring to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. "This calls for a trip to Diagon Alley." Grandma said. "Where?" Claire asked. "Diagon Alley." Grandma repeated. "Pick up some floo powder and get going, we're in a hurry." Rachel took a handful of the powder and stepped in the fireplace. "Diagon Alley!" she shouted, disappearing in green flames. Claire quickly followed her and appeared on the street. They waited a moment, and finally their grandmother appeared next to them. "Where do we go first?" Claire questioned. "Flourish and Blotts. This way." She said pointing at a small bookstore on the right side of the street. They walked inside the bookstore and stared at the many shelves piled high with many strange books. "I'll get the books you need. You two go ahead and look around." Grandma told them, walking to the front desk. Suddenly, a tall, blonde boy walked in front of them, smiling. "And who have we here?" he asked smirking. "Well, hello to you too." Claire said frowning. "Hmm. what are a couple of pretty Americans doing here in Diagon Alley?" he asked. Rachel blushed. "We're transferring to Hogwarts. We moved to England in July." "What's your name?" Claire asked the blonde boy. "Draco Malfoy." "I'm Claire, this is my sister Rachel." "What grade are you in?" Rachel asks. "Sixth year, and you?" Malfoy replied. "You're in SIXTH GRADE?!" Rachel asked surprised. "Yeah." "How old are you?!" Claire asked. "Sixteen." He said grinning. "Oh." Rachel said confused. A long blonde haired man walked up to Draco and tapped him on the shoulder. "Well, I better go, this is my father. See you at Hogwarts." He said leaving. "Isn't he dreamy.?" Claire said sighing. "He's not bad." Rachel said giggling. "I've got your books! Did you take a look around?" Grandma questioned, walking up to Claire and Rachel. "Yeah. we met someone too." Claire responded. "Who?" "His name was. umm.. Magnum, malicious, mental? I don't remember." "Claire's memory is really bad, if you haven't figured that out!" Rachel stated. "His name was Draco Malfoy." "Hmm... Malfoy, eh?" Grandma said. "I think I've heard of his father before. But, I could be wrong." They walked out of the store and picked up their other school supplies from the various stores.
Rachel and Claire enjoyed looking at their new schoolbooks at home and wondering if everyone else at Hogwarts was like Draco. "I really want a boyfriend." said Rachel. Claire replied, "You should focus on your school work this year. Boyfriends just slow you down." "Whatever. I hope he has dark brown hair and dark brown eyes. I like dark hair. it's so cute!" "Whatever.. hey! Did you read this letter from Dumbledore, the headmaster of Hogwarts? It says that you will be a sixth year and I will be a seventh year. isn't that strange?!" "Yeah... well, at least I get what Draco said now." "Yeah, I was wondering about that too." "Well, we better start packing up Claire. We have to leave tomorrow!" "Tomorrow?! What?!" "Yeah, that's what grandma said, so we better hurry up!"
Near the end of August, Rachel and Claire received their letters from Dumbledore for transferring to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. "This calls for a trip to Diagon Alley." Grandma said. "Where?" Claire asked. "Diagon Alley." Grandma repeated. "Pick up some floo powder and get going, we're in a hurry." Rachel took a handful of the powder and stepped in the fireplace. "Diagon Alley!" she shouted, disappearing in green flames. Claire quickly followed her and appeared on the street. They waited a moment, and finally their grandmother appeared next to them. "Where do we go first?" Claire questioned. "Flourish and Blotts. This way." She said pointing at a small bookstore on the right side of the street. They walked inside the bookstore and stared at the many shelves piled high with many strange books. "I'll get the books you need. You two go ahead and look around." Grandma told them, walking to the front desk. Suddenly, a tall, blonde boy walked in front of them, smiling. "And who have we here?" he asked smirking. "Well, hello to you too." Claire said frowning. "Hmm. what are a couple of pretty Americans doing here in Diagon Alley?" he asked. Rachel blushed. "We're transferring to Hogwarts. We moved to England in July." "What's your name?" Claire asked the blonde boy. "Draco Malfoy." "I'm Claire, this is my sister Rachel." "What grade are you in?" Rachel asks. "Sixth year, and you?" Malfoy replied. "You're in SIXTH GRADE?!" Rachel asked surprised. "Yeah." "How old are you?!" Claire asked. "Sixteen." He said grinning. "Oh." Rachel said confused. A long blonde haired man walked up to Draco and tapped him on the shoulder. "Well, I better go, this is my father. See you at Hogwarts." He said leaving. "Isn't he dreamy.?" Claire said sighing. "He's not bad." Rachel said giggling. "I've got your books! Did you take a look around?" Grandma questioned, walking up to Claire and Rachel. "Yeah. we met someone too." Claire responded. "Who?" "His name was. umm.. Magnum, malicious, mental? I don't remember." "Claire's memory is really bad, if you haven't figured that out!" Rachel stated. "His name was Draco Malfoy." "Hmm... Malfoy, eh?" Grandma said. "I think I've heard of his father before. But, I could be wrong." They walked out of the store and picked up their other school supplies from the various stores.
Rachel and Claire enjoyed looking at their new schoolbooks at home and wondering if everyone else at Hogwarts was like Draco. "I really want a boyfriend." said Rachel. Claire replied, "You should focus on your school work this year. Boyfriends just slow you down." "Whatever. I hope he has dark brown hair and dark brown eyes. I like dark hair. it's so cute!" "Whatever.. hey! Did you read this letter from Dumbledore, the headmaster of Hogwarts? It says that you will be a sixth year and I will be a seventh year. isn't that strange?!" "Yeah... well, at least I get what Draco said now." "Yeah, I was wondering about that too." "Well, we better start packing up Claire. We have to leave tomorrow!" "Tomorrow?! What?!" "Yeah, that's what grandma said, so we better hurry up!"