After my last class for the day, I rushed towards the journalism room. A single sheet of white paper was taped to the journalism-room door. New Golden Globe staff, it said at the top. Below that, were four names. I could barely bring myself to read them.

Abigail Benson

Lia McKenzie

Sirius Black (Editor)

Remus Lupin

I closed my eyes and willed my heart to stop hammering. "Congratulations. "a voice behind me said. I opened my eyes and turned around. It was Sirius Black, the guy whom I had met earlier. "Thanks, "I replied weakly, happy that I had not started dancing around or doing anything stupid before he appeared. He smiled, a hundred watt smile, which nearly left me in a daze. "The meeting starts on Wednesday at seven. At your house. "He told me. "Yeah, sure "I managed as I swallowed the big lump that was forming in my throat. I smiled, weakly at him and walked away with a gaily smile plastered on my face. I was filled with happiness.

After all the years, I became a writer for the Golden Globe. My dream had come true.

I unlocked the door and let myself into the house.

"Mum? "I called out.

"Yes, dear. I'm in the den, " my mother called back. I let my bag fall to the floor and ran towards the den where my mother works. She always works in there.

A pleasant scent that was paint and paper greeted my nose as I ran into the room. Classical music that sounded pleasant to my ears filled the air, giving it a warm atmosphere.

"Mum, guess what? "I immediately said.

"What? "she asked me, excited, as she wiped her hands on her overalls.

"I'm one of the writers of Golden Globe! "I answered, gleefully.

"Wow, that's so great, honey! "she told me and hugged me.

Just then, a flash of memory about last night came rushing back to me. I broke the embrace and looked at her, directly in her sky blue eyes.

"What's wrong, Lia? " She asked as the smile from her lips vanished.

"Mum...I-I've got to tell you something that happened last night, "I told her, now, not meeting her eyes.

"Yes, what happened last night? "she asked, urging me to go on.

"Um...I got this letter from Hogwarts last night. "I continued, still not meeting her eyes. " This professor called Minerva McGonagall sent me a letter informing me that I have a place in Hogwarts... "

"Where is the letter, Lia? " she demanded, in a much stricter voice.

"It's upstairs on my desk. Why? "I asked her.

"Give it to me, now. "she said in a much softer voice.

" Well-okay. "I shrugged and obediently went upstairs to get the letter.

"Mum? "I asked as soon as I gave her the letter.

"Yes, Lia? "she muttered as she unfolded the letter with trembling fingers.

"I just don't get it. Why must I go to school to be a witch. I can control my powers. "I said, confused, as I continued to watch her facial expression. Her eyes were set and hard. I sighed and sat on the sofa.

"Call Abigail now, "Mum ordered without taking her eyes of the letter.

"B-but, "I started. She glared at me.

"NOW! "

I nodded and grabbed the white cordless phone off the glass coffee table. I punched in the numbers, furiously.

It ran a few times before...Abigail picked up.

"Hello? "she called into the phone.

"Hi, Abigail. "I said, being cheery as possible.

"What do you want? "she asked, coldly, with a tinge of sarcasm in her voice.

"I need to speak to your mum, " I returned just as coldly.

"Whatever for? "she asked.

"My mother needs to speak to her, "I said, stiffly, through gritted teeth.

"Fine, "she said, rudely and slammed down the phone.

"Hello? " I called into the phone, exasperatedly. The phone line was dead.

I turned to look at my mother.

"Well- "she started.

"You see, A-Abigail and I had a fight, yesterday. So-w-we "I tried to explain without stuttering so much but I could not help it.

For a moment, mum's eyes softened then it hardened once again.

"I'll call her myself, then " she said and snatched the phone from my hand.

"Hello, is this Abigail? " Mum asked into the receiver.

"May I please speak to your mother? "There was a pause before mum started talking again.

"Yes, Lia's got her letter. Did Abigail get hers as well? "

"Yes, that's right. "

"Yes. Okay. "

There was 'yes' and 'okay's and then, mum hung up the phone with a grim expression.

"What's wrong, mum? What did Mrs. Benson say? "I asked her, as soon as she got off the phone.

"Abigail got hers as well. This is bad. "Mum answered.

"What? What's bad? "I asked.

"It's nothing. You're too old to find out about it. "Mum replied and she went back to her painting.

"Mum, look, I'm fifteen. I'm not a small girl anymore. "I told her.

"All right, then. "she sighed and placed her paint brush on the table and went over to sit beside me.

"Well-you see. I'm a follower of-of-of, "she started.

"Of what? "I asked, confused.

"Of the Great Lord, Voldemort " her voice was lowered into a whisper.

"What! "I exclaimed, leaping up.

" Shush my Lia, "she said, calmly.

"I-I don't b-believe in any of this! You're lying, mum. Tell me that this is not real! "I shouted at her, frantically.

"I'm afraid that's all true, "she informed me in a soft voice.

"Then-th-that m-makes me... " I stopped, I could not continue at all. My voice had suddenly disappeared.

"Yes, his heir, "she spoke, still in her soft voice.