Disclaimer: OoPs! Forgot to put one on the last chapter! But you should have guessed that I don't own Harry Potter!
Anna was flicking through her new school books half heartedly wishing that there were better things to do. She wished that she was still going to her school of magic in Australia, not Hogwarts. Her Gran had thought it'd be fantastic to go back to England, where she had been born and raised. So only 3 weeks ago Anna found herself packing box upon box to be sent to England. The last few days she spent in Perth were spent saying bye to her friends and doing last minute checks that everything was sorted, which her Gran insisted on. They found a small cramped house in London that had flowery pink wallpaper on every wall that made her SICK. She'd just got around to repainting her bedroom bright purple. Her clothes lay strewn over the floor and all the junk that had piled up over the 3 weeks they had lived there was cluttered on the shelves, Anna was a great believer in messy rooms having character.
Anna's parents had divorced when she was 3, her dad moved to America leaving her mum to look after her until she died of cancer when Anna was 7. Her father, who by then had a new family, didn't want to look after her leaving Anna with her Gran. When she was 11 she found she was a witch (her family were muggles) and soon after was sent to some random place in which she was to be taught magic.
"ANNA!" Her Gran called.
Anna shoved her books away and, tucking the strands of red hair that were flying out of her plait behind her ear walked to the lounge room. Her Gran had just gone to the video store to borrow a movie. It was a tradition of theirs to borrow a movie each week and watch it together, though whenever her Gran chose one it was always some classic romance like Gone with the Wind that Anna didn't see the point of. She slumped into the couch and waited for her Gran to put the DVD on.
Next morning, while they were having breakfast Anna heard a familiar tapping on the window. Sadly it wasn't very familiar to her Gran who choked on her porridge, thinking it was some crazy burglar who robbed people in broad daylight.
"It's an owl Gran." Anna said, jumping up to open the window.
On the other side two beady eyes glared at her impatiently.
"Okay, okay I won't be a second!" Anna told the owl, grabbing the bottom of the window sill and TRYING very hard to pull it up. But it was like someone super glued it in.
"GRAN the window won't open!" Anna yelled battling madly with the window.
"Treat it kindly and it won't bite." Her Gran replied, whose head buried in a book and hadn't quite comprehended what she said since she was paying more attention to the story.
Anna rolled her eyes and finally managed to push the window up, nearly pulling it off in the process. The owl dropped the letter on the floor and stood there, looking very unhappy, waiting for a reply.
Anna ripped open the latter, which had the Hogwarts seal on it, and read the following.
To Anna Miller
I am keen on discussing with you some important matters. If it is okay with your Grandmother I would like to visit you on Friday at 4pm. Please send your reply as soon as possible.
Albus Dumbledore
Headmaster of Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Anna immediately checked with her Gran to see if it was ok. She didn't mind so Anna quickly wrote her reply on the back of the letter then sent the owl off. She guessed what he had to say and was not looking forward to it. It was about her special power that she hated like crazythe power to see other peoples memories...
Sorry this chapter wasn't very exciting but I needed to put it in. Thanks for reviewing Danni and official cheeky devil! I'm so proud we got 2 reviews! (Which is pretty hopeless ) About the amount of sickles thingy… thanks for pointing it out but in Prisoner of Azkaban the amount of money depended on the distance… I think… so my good friend Spooky picked a random number for the amount of money Charlotte had to pay.