First Year With Westin

disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter

This is a story I'm writing for my English class, and I decided to post it here while I'm doing it for class. Chapter might take a while (due that I have to write them out by hand, hand them in, wait to get them back, and then type them up and post.) But please be patient, and PLESE R/R and enjoy!

Chapter 1: 11th Birthday

"Westin." I turned sharply, coming face to face with my dad, Ron Weasley. I'd really done it now. Sneaking back to the computer hours after I should have been in bed. At least it wasn't my mother, Hermione, she'd have killed me. Anyway, here I was a ten year old girl, who was short for her age, facing her father, Head Auror for the ministry. "Oh, Hey Daddy!" I tried for a casual tone, but failed miserably. He smiled and led me into the kitchen.

For a while we just sat there. He sipped his tea, and I nibbled my cookie and gulped my milk. "So," he finally spoke. "Just what are we going to do about this little problem of sneaking around at night? You can't do that Hogwarts, you know." I listened with interest as he told me a story about him and his best friend, my uncle, Harry Potter. Now you may be wondering. Harry is my uncle by marriage. He married my aunt, Ginny.

After we concocted a plan of how I wouldn't feel I had to sneak out of bed, Dad brought me back to bed. He was about to tell me another story when my year old brother, Gabriel, came in with our six year old cousin, Phire, Uncle Harry and Aunt Ginny's oldest. Phire isn't really Aunt Ginny's kid. She's Uncle Harry's exgirlfriend, Cho's, daughter, but Aunt Ginny is like her mother. I've also got too many other cousins to name. "Daddy, we had nightmares," said Gabriel softly. Dad sighed and kissed my forehead. "Sorry, baby, maybe tomorrow night."

I woke up the next morning to a sharp tapping on my window I got up and pulled the blinds up, groaning and squeezing my eyes shut as sunlight filled my room. I stood there for a moment. I opened my eyes, grumbling, as the tapping became louder. I was surprised to see Hedwig, Uncle Harry's old owl. I opened my window, and she flew in. "Hey there, old girl," I said pulling the water bowl out of my owl, Remington's, cage and setting it infront of Hedwig. Remington was named for what my nickname is for my godfather, Remus Lupin. Hedwig drank water as I tore apart my cupboard, looking for the owl treats. I jumped and hit my head when Hedwig screeched. I turned around. "Crookshanks," I said more to myself than to the cat.

I untied the package from Hedwig's leg. It was addressed to me in Uncle Harry's messy scrawl. For Westin from Uncle Harry, Aunt Ginny, Phire, Blake, Blaise, and Katelin. I was sending Hedwig off when a horde of owls bombarded me out of the way. I was confused for a moment until I remembered it was my birthday, these were presents. But what stood out in my mind was my Hogwarts letter. I snapped out my trance by a knocking on my door. "Westin?" I started untying packages. "Yes, Mum?" I heard her voice scolding Gabriel for a moment. "Wes, darling, Charlene is here, please come down in a moment." I sighed and set my packages on the vanity, they would have to wait.

The rest of the day is a blur now, but I remember spending it with Charlene Dorming, my best friend, and not being as clumsy as usual. The day is a blur up until I see that handsome tawny owl fly in through the window and dropping a letter near my slice of cake. For a moment I'd forgotten to move when I saw the Hogwarts crest. When I'd remembered I seized the letter and ripped it open, a small chuckle errupted from the people with me. I threw the supply list out of my way and began to read the letter. My mother looked it over smiling. "We get to go to the book shop!" I gulped and turned to her, horrified. "Today?" She laughed and shook her head. The rest of that summer is a blur, but I remember the excitement of Hogwarts rising.

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So...that's it, tell me what you think!