"Harry, come here this instance!" Uncle Vernon shouted from the kitchen.
"Yes, Uncle Vernon," Harry asked absently.
"Go get the mail!"
Dudley snickered at that while he continued to stuff food into his mouth. Dudley was Harry's cousin and ate enough for the whole family.
Harry was a tall, slender boy that was underfed and his big clothes only furthered that appearance. He had no friends on Privet Drive, because everyone was scared of Dudley and Dudley made the rules. He had black hair that he could never keep neat, which was just fine for him, and he had the sharpest green eyes you would ever see.
Harry was going to be turning eleven in just a few weeks. Dudley liked to taunt him with how he already turned eleven. Harry just liked to remind him of the snake incident at the zoo.
Once he got the mail, and looked through it, oddly enough he found a letter addressed… to him.
On the other side of the Atlantic lived a young girl about the same age as Harry. She too was eleven, but would turn twelve that December. She had sparkling soft blue eyes and a beautiful smile. Her hair was long and had streaks of brown in it which stood out from the blonde. Her hair had always been like that, she loved it.
She lived in the country side of Maine. She hated living there, away from the people. It always gave her Uncle the perfect chance to hit her whenever she did even the slightest thing wrong. She couldn't even remember a time that she didn't live with him.
"You little brat! Get in here! You are just like your father, always getting into trouble!" her Uncle yelled through the house.
She scampered over to where she figured he was. "Y-yes. Do you want something?" She asked hesitantly.
"Yeah, I want you to get me something to eat."
She scurried into the place they called the kitchen, the whole house was a mess besides her room and that was never much better. She just couldn't clean everything. From what she knew, her mother had died and her father was in jail. The only thing she had from her parents was a locket that had her pictures in them, they liked to move. She never told her Uncle, but kept that to herself.
"H-here you go, sir," she whispered in fright.
"You filth! I didn't want this! I just lost my appetite, now go get the mail. You will mess that up too, I know. I can't believe I am related to you!" he spat like it left a bad taste in his mouth.
Just when she turned to go get the mail, the doorbell rang. She was surprised that it still worked. She looked around, not knowing what do. She wasn't supposed to handle company, but she needed to get the mail.
Before he could say anything else about her being lazy she sprinted off to the door and opened it. She looked upon the face of an old man with a beard as long as his hair. His eyes looked kindly upon her and he wore funny clothes.
"Hello there," he greeted kindly, still smiling.
"I'm sorry; I am not supposed to handle anyone at the door. M-my Uncle hasn't told me to. I just need to get the mail, sir," Calleigh stammered avoiding his gaze, while carefully making her way around him.
"Well, you don't need to get the mail, my dear. May I come inside, Calleigh?"
"H-how do you know my name, sir?" Calleigh stammered baffled while she dropped the mail.
"You little, rat! Haven't I told you before not to answer the door. Get your butt inside!" her Uncle growled at her. "And you, look I don't care what you want. Just leave us alone!"
"I'm afraid I can't do that. I have come about your niece," the old man said smiling while coming inside.
Calleigh didn't know what to think. She had never seen anyone stand up to her Uncle before.
"What has she done? The little witch, whatever it is. She is sorry, I am sorry. Can you leave now?" her Uncle growled under is breath.
"Yes that is it, Michael! That is the reason I am here. She is a witch!" the old man said looking excited.
"I'm a what?" Calleigh asked testing her voice.
"A witch, my dear. Now, I have made a deal with the NAWW, North American Wizarding World, and they have agreed to let her come to my school. I run a school for young witches and wizards to learn how to use their magic. She was born in England so was entitled to come to Hogwarts," the old man said, almost jumping up and down at this point.
"Look, this thing will not go to some stupid school, so she can learn some stupid stuff. I won't let her!" Michael protested to the old man.
"Well, I'm afraid that her parents had it in her best interest to send her to Hogwarts. So she will be going. Don't you worry though; you won't have to pay for a single thing. I will come and take her to England about two weeks before she starts school so she can use to the difference. Now, my good sir and young lady, I must take my leave," the old man said dramatically.
"Wait!" Calleigh shouted after him. "You will come back won't you sir?"
"Of course, and call me Professor Dumbledore, Calleigh. I expect great things from young lady," Dumbledore said as he stepped out of the door and vanished into the air with a loud pop.
"You will pay for this you little rat!" her Uncle growled.
But before he could do anything else, she bolted into her bedroom and locked all the windows and doors. She felt a sense of overwhelming happiness spreading over her. She would be free from her Uncle, at least for a little while. She swore she would enjoy everything that school had to offer.