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Chapter 1- Eleven and Scared.

"Angela, wake up wake up," my twin sister Angel forcefully shakes me from the sweetest dream ever, causing the dream to float away from my memory.

"See what you did, I lost my dream now," she looked away, acting as though she hadn't heard a word that I had said. Mom was the only reason she even got me out of bed.

It was the last three weeks of summer, and personally about this time I had been so bored out of my mind that I was grateful to get back to the academy. Mom and Dad had already gone to work in London, so I set off to find something to do. A walk was just the thing that I needed. "Sis, can you take care of the house while I go for a jog?" she nodded while I hurried up and pulled my pink tennis shoes on and tied my waist-length black hair into a ponytail.

Rush wind rush, let the wind take me away. Hurry, hurry before time flies off without me.

The rhythm beat through my brain with every soft pat and breath I took as I ran through the forest behind my house. Breathing hard, I stopped. An owl had flown out of the sky, dropped a letter at my feet, and landed on my shoulder. Cautiously, I opened the thick parchment letter with green, perfect writing. I read the note, not once, but three times, making sure that I was sure of what I was reading and that I wasn't imagining it.

"I am a witch", I softly and slowly said under my breath, taking it all in, hoping it would sink in. The owl had flown off of my shoulder and was nowhere to be seen. I didn't know whether I should hurry home or not, so I slowly took my time, deciding that it should be best to tell my parents first. Of course my sister had left the house, of course I didn't know where she was, and of course she had forgotten to lock the door. I waited until the time when my parents finally did get home, attempting to preoccupy myself by listening to the new vinyl that I had gotten for Easter.

My whole body was shaking as my mother looked at me and asked me where Angel had gone off to. I simply handed her the letter, and watched her face change, and then a smile appear. Apparently she wasn't mad, but it didn't look like she was completely happy either. She pulled Father into their bedroom, and I could hear them whispering, trying to figure out what was to be done with me I guess. After an eternity, they emerged.

"Angela darling, if you want to study magic, then by all means, do so. You think about it and let us know so that we can make the arrangements to take you to London with us," my mother coolly said, but I could tell she wasn't calm for she was stuttering, and my mother never missed a beat since she was an English professor.

"Thanks," my heart was pounding out of control, and then Angel walked through the door, and she sensed my worry, she hadn't sensed anything in me for a while now, we used to be so close. She gave me that "what's wrong" look so I pulled her into our room and I explained what had happened that day, all of it. A smile spread across her face, she had finally gotten rid of me and I know she wanted me to go and leave her as the spoiled brat for the next seven years, for she tried persuading me into going every time she saw me, and after a week, I was sure of my decision.

I brought it up at dinner, "I am going to Hogwarts, I want to be a witch," then I felt all eyes on me, and I saw my sister smile. I was only eleven and a half; I would be leaving all of this behind, and be taught something completely different. I was scared out of my bloody mind, but I had this feeling that everything was going to be ok.

"Everything is going to be ok, it will be ok," I repeated to myself over and over in the underground and from the walk to the place specified. I was getting my supplies in Diagon Alley? I was in for a real treat, I could tell, as we walked into the crowded pub, my sister complaining as usual.

Dad walked up to the bartender, who in turn nodded to a woman across the room, who then in turned pulled us out the back door, to be facing a brick wall. "This must be a joke," but I was completely wrong, for the woman took a branch-looking thing from her pocket, tapped the brick wall, and it opened up to expose a small, crooked street corner filled with people dressed for Halloween. Dad then turned to me.

"Angela, this woman here is a witch, and she is going to help you out while we all go home. The bartender said you could stay at the inn until the time in which you can go to King's Cross station. Angela, she'll help you, I can't," they left me there, with this woman, and some money. What was I getting myself into?

Author's Note:

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