Disclaimer: Jamie and I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters, or our friends. We own ourselves.
Sara's POV
"Mail for Angel!"
"That's me!" I yelled.
The lady handed me the letter. I ran to my room and opened it up, once I found out it was from my Aunt Arabella. Aunt Arabella was a weird old woman, who loved her cats more than anything. She loved talking to me about anything that was happening in England and she love my stories of the US.
Dear Macinzie,
How are you my dear sweet little Maci? I am quite well taking care of the neighbor's nephew, Harry. He is a sweet boy, very troubled though. Things happen all the time around him, like you. He has to live with his disgusting, pig looking cousin Dudley. Don't worry about being different, because that is what makes you special. Sorry I can't write much today Honey. I have lots to do.
Love Auntie A.
I screamed as I crumpled up and threw my letter. Frustrated at getting no answers. I fell off my bed as the letter ignited into flames.
'This is why I write to her' I thought storming out of my room.
I stormed off to the "isolation" cabin.
"Jamie!" I yelled opening the door.
A boy shot up in his bed.
"What?" He asked.
"Your not Jamie" I said.
"Neither are you, I'm Draco, Draco Malfoy" He said.
"Sara Angel, I prefer my middle name though, its Maci," I said.
"It's nice to meet you Maci. You look familiar," He said.
"I don't recognize you from anywhere in the states" I said.
"I'm from England. Surrey, actually." He said.
"I have an Aunt that lives there. I've never been over there to visit her though," I told him.
"What's your Aunt's name?" Draco asked.
"Arabella Figg" I said.
"Mrs. Figg? The cat lady?" Draco asked, "Wait you look so much like her. My Grandmum was a best friend with her. I've seen pictures of them when they were our age, and wow you look just like her. Wait how old are you?"
"11" I told him.
"Are you, like her?" Draco asked.
"Am I what?" I asked.
"Are you a muggle?" Draco asked.
"Yes. She's told me all about the other world. So I'm assuming you are a wizard?" I asked.
Draco nodded.
"Sara!" Jamie yelled as she ran in the cabin, "Let's go swimming!"
She took my arm and started running off.
"Bye Draco it was nice meeting you!" I yelled.
And that was the last time I had seen him in, wow, 6 years. In that time I had found out, after camp, that, I, myself was a witch. I went to the New York Academy of Witches and Wizards (Jamie joined me my second year), that's when all hell broke loose. Voldemort or in England as they say He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named killed my and Jamie's parents, so we were sent to live with Auntie Arabella.
Sara's POV
"Mail for Angel!"
"That's me!" I yelled.
The lady handed me the letter. I ran to my room and opened it up, once I found out it was from my Aunt Arabella. Aunt Arabella was a weird old woman, who loved her cats more than anything. She loved talking to me about anything that was happening in England and she love my stories of the US.
Dear Macinzie,
How are you my dear sweet little Maci? I am quite well taking care of the neighbor's nephew, Harry. He is a sweet boy, very troubled though. Things happen all the time around him, like you. He has to live with his disgusting, pig looking cousin Dudley. Don't worry about being different, because that is what makes you special. Sorry I can't write much today Honey. I have lots to do.
Love Auntie A.
I screamed as I crumpled up and threw my letter. Frustrated at getting no answers. I fell off my bed as the letter ignited into flames.
'This is why I write to her' I thought storming out of my room.
I stormed off to the "isolation" cabin.
"Jamie!" I yelled opening the door.
A boy shot up in his bed.
"What?" He asked.
"Your not Jamie" I said.
"Neither are you, I'm Draco, Draco Malfoy" He said.
"Sara Angel, I prefer my middle name though, its Maci," I said.
"It's nice to meet you Maci. You look familiar," He said.
"I don't recognize you from anywhere in the states" I said.
"I'm from England. Surrey, actually." He said.
"I have an Aunt that lives there. I've never been over there to visit her though," I told him.
"What's your Aunt's name?" Draco asked.
"Arabella Figg" I said.
"Mrs. Figg? The cat lady?" Draco asked, "Wait you look so much like her. My Grandmum was a best friend with her. I've seen pictures of them when they were our age, and wow you look just like her. Wait how old are you?"
"11" I told him.
"Are you, like her?" Draco asked.
"Am I what?" I asked.
"Are you a muggle?" Draco asked.
"Yes. She's told me all about the other world. So I'm assuming you are a wizard?" I asked.
Draco nodded.
"Sara!" Jamie yelled as she ran in the cabin, "Let's go swimming!"
She took my arm and started running off.
"Bye Draco it was nice meeting you!" I yelled.
And that was the last time I had seen him in, wow, 6 years. In that time I had found out, after camp, that, I, myself was a witch. I went to the New York Academy of Witches and Wizards (Jamie joined me my second year), that's when all hell broke loose. Voldemort or in England as they say He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named killed my and Jamie's parents, so we were sent to live with Auntie Arabella.