A/n: Okay this was the first Fanfic I ever wrote.. it is a bit basic but it is told through an 11 year olds eyes… so it is allowed to be.. or at least that's what my beta tells me… Anyway read and review… good and bad comments welcome!

It was Saturday plus it was the middle of the holidays but still Christa was stuck inside. Her mum had wanted to get some "spring-cleaning" done and Christa had been roped into helping.

Christa's mum, Cassiopeia, or Cassie as she was called for short, was only twenty-nine having had Christa at eighteen years of age.

The two had a very close relationship and talked about everything to each other, with one exception. Cassie never mentioned Christa's father. Not who he was, where he was, or anything.

All Christa knew was little bits she'd picked up, like that she had her father's green eyes, and that he and Cassie hadn't seen each other since Christa was two, nine years ago.

"Christa, lunch is ready, so come downstairs," Cassie yelled up to her daughter.

"Ok mum", came the reply, "I'll be down in a second."

Cassie placed lunch on the table, as Christa rushed down the stairs.

"So what's for lunch today mum?

"Food" she said sarcastically as her daughter laughed.

"After lunch, we have to finish the spring cleaning." she said sitting down.

"Ohh, do I have to help you? I was going to go over to Jenny's," Christa complained.

"Just for a bit longer."

"Hmph" came the reply from Christa "Your no fun!"

Cassie seemed to always been cleaning, and hated the house in a mess. Luckily, Christa was pretty good about cleaning her room, although one time she had left her room in such a mess, there was no floor left visible and her mother had gone through the roof.

Christa had realised it was not a good idea to provoke her mothers anger like that, after all red heads were known for their tempers.

Cassie, who had completed eating, was heading upstairs, Christa finished her lunch and followed her mum, she wanted to talk to her. Christa had been having strange dreams lately and she wanted to see if her mum could help.

Cassie was sitting on her bed, sorting through items in an old shoebox. She was looking at something and laughing when Christa walked in. Cassie saw her daughter nearly straight away, and packed up the shoebox and put it under her bed. By this time Christa was sitting down.

"Mum? What's in that box? You never let me see what's in it."

"Just stuff," Cassie said quickly.

"Is there a picture of dad in there?"

"Christa, please" replied her mum forcefully. It was an unspoken rule that Christa wasn't supposed to ask questions about her dad.

"Mum I just wanna know!"

"Maybe at the end of the year I will show you ok?"

"All right," Christa sighed. She knew that her mum didn't want to talk about it, but she still couldn't help wondering.

"Now what did you want to talk to me about?"

"Oh…well, I've been having these strange dreams, and I don't know where I am. I'm in a castle somewhere I think. Anyway, everyone is doing magic," Cassie flinched, but luckily her daughter didn't notice. "And then I start talking to this old man and he tells me to trust my heart or something. He has a really long white beard and half-moon glasses and…" Cassie was completely frozen now and her daughter had noticed. 'What's the matter mum?"

"Nothing sweetie. I was just … I'm fine…so…tell me more about this dream."

Christa hesitated but went on. "Well, I've had this dream every night for the last week. What could it mean?"

Cassie looked into her daughter's eyes. "I honestly don't know what these dreams could mean. They're trying to tell you something, I am sure of that, but just what they are trying to tell you, I have no idea. I'm sorry."

Cassie didn't like lying and especially to her daughter, but technically it hadn't been a lie. She just hadn't told Christa she knew who the man was and what the castle was.

"Look I am will be downstairs in a second to finish my Spring clean, you can go over to Jenny's for a few hours."

"Thanks", she was startled her mum had changed her mind. Christa then turned to leave, but before she made it to the door she stopped, "Mum?"

"Yeah"

"Do you miss him?"

There was a long pause and Christa was about to leave again, when a quiet "yes" came in reply. Christa left, satisfied with the answer, but still having millions of other questions buzzing around in her head.

A few days later Cassie was watching Christa and one of her friends, Jenny, play soccer outside; Jenny had made a dive for the ball every time Christa tried to score a goal. Jenny tried to tell Christa it was easier to get, but Christa knew she just wanted to get as dirty as possible.

"Your so dirty Jenny, wait till your mother sees you" Cassie commented looking at Jenny's now brown clothes.

"Just tryin to enjoy the freedom we have left or something like that Mrs Porter." Jenny replied laughing.

"Speaking of that" Cassie said turning to her daughter, "we will go into London tomorrow and get you school things for this year Christa." Christa gave her mum a " Do I Have To Look" "Yes Christa you are going back to school this year, you will have fun trust me."

"Oh mum! You're no fun! I bet you didn't like school."

"Actually" replied Cassie, "I had great fun at school, my teachers where really nice, and I had some really good friends…"

"Where did you go to school Mrs. Porter?" asked Jenny

"A boarding school, in Scotland somewhere." Cassie replied dismissing it with a wave of her hand.

"Hey mum look at that," Christa was pointing into a nearby tree, an owl had just sat its self on one of the branches.

"How cool!"

"Oh geez, sorry but I better go home, we are going out to dinner tonight. See ya Christa! See ya Mrs Porter!" exclaimed Jenny as she dashed for the door.

"Bye Jenny!" they called out in unison.

Cassie turned around, and saw the owl better now, as it was sitting on the railing … it had a letter tied to its foot. Cassie froze, it couldn't be could it? She thought to herself How? Not now, not when everything is so great. Cassie had been hoping this day would never come, but she knew it would.

"Mum, hey the letter is addressed to me." Said Christa, snapping Cassie back to reality.

The owl dropped the letter, and Christa ran to pick it up, she opened the letter in a hurry and when reading it got very excited.

"MUM!" Listen to this, she started reading the letter out.

HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY
Headmaster: ALBUS DUMBLEDORE
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock, Supreme
Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)

Dear Ms. Potter,

"Potter?" questioned Christa, "Do you think it is suppose to go to me?"

Cassie panicked "Well the envelope says Christa doesn't it, and the owl delivered to you, they probably just made an error." She said quickly, trying to look normal.

Christa shrugged and read on:

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.

Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later than July 31.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall,
Deputy Headmistress

HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY

UNIFORM
First-year students will require:

1. Three sets of plain work robes (black)
2. One plain pointed hat (black) for day wear
3. One pair of protective gloves (dragon hide or similar)
4. One winter cloak (black, silver fastenings)

Please note that all pupils' clothes should carry name tags

COURSE BOOKS
All students should have a copy of each of the following:

The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 1) by Miranda Goshawk
A History of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot
Magical Theory by Adalbert Waffling
A Beginners' Guide to Transfiguration by Emetic Switch
One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi by Phyllida Spore
Magical Drafts and Potions by Arsenius Jigger
Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them by Newt Scamander
The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection by Quentin Trimble

OTHER EQUIPMENT

wand
cauldron (pewter, standard size 2) set
glass or crystal phials
telescope set
brass scales
Students may also bring an owl OR a cat OR a toad

PARENTS ARE REMINDED THAT FIRST YEARS ARE NOT ALLOWED THEIR OWN BROOMSTICKS

"I'm a witch!! This is so awesome." Christa was jumping up and down with excitement, coming back to earth she added. "But where am I got to get all these things?"

"I know where you can get them, look when we go into London tomorrow we can get them there. So your really sure that you wanna go to Hogwarts?" Cassie asked, regretting it even as she said it, but she knew she couldn't deny her daughter the chance to attend Hogwarts.

"Yes, this is got to be so awesome."

The rest of the evening passed quickly, with Christa, every now and again checking the letter from Hogwarts, to make sure it was real.

Disclaimer: The letter was taken directly from Harry Potter and the Philosophers Stone, I do not own the letter. Harry Potter is all JKR, not mine.

A/N: Thanks to my Beta.. Erin! Your awesome! Even though she kept complaining that it should be her going to Hogwarts!

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