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That Year
By: Nimmireth

Chapter 2: Going?

"You WHAT!"

"What the hell!"

"You went WHERE!" was the reaction from the entire family.

"I'm a witch," Annalizabeth repeated. "And I went to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."

"What the hell are you talking about?" Matt shouted.

"When were you going to tell us about this again?" Jason wondered.

"Why haven't you told me this before?" Richard bellowed.

Annalizabeth sighed. "I didn't think that you would believe me and I thought that you would think I was crazy!" she told them. "I would have been banished by my own family!"

"Still," Richard said. "You thought that you would wait for almost twenty years before telling me that you were a witch!"

"Look, I'm sorry, all right!" she said. "I didn't know what else to do. Richard, I met you in a coffee shop and I automatically assumed that you were a Muggle."

"A what-le?"

"A Muggle: a person with no magical heritage whatsoever. And I was right, wasn't I?"

"Well, yea, I am a…Muggle. But you still could have told me before!"

"I know! I thought I would have been able to when the others were accepted, but they weren't; unless they got the acceptance letter without letting me know."

All four boys shook their heads. "We never got nothing from any Wizarding school!" Jason said.

"And I didn't think Casey would get in either. So I just…left it alone, until now."

"Left it alone? LEFT IT ALONE! How could you possibly leave alone the fact that you were…are…a witch!"

"I don't know. I just…I don't know! Stop asking questions! I don't even know the answer anymore!" And with that the entire room became silent. It remained that way until Austin broke the silence.

"So, is she going to go?" he asked. Everyone looked at him. "What? Is she going to go or not?"

Annalizabeth sighed. "That's up to her," she told him. She glanced down at her daughter. "Casey," she said. "Do you want to go to Hogwarts?"

All of their eyes wandered over to the little girl, who was looking as shocked as ever. Her eyes were wide and her mouth was slightly open. She was still holding Matt's hand and looked upward at him for his assistance. "What should I do, Matty?"

He shrugged. "Don't look at me; you were the one who got accepted to this school thing," he told her.

Casey looked back at her mother as she knelt down next to her. There was a pause as mother and daughter both looked into each other's eyes. Finally, the young red-head sighed and nodded. "I want to do it," she told her. "I want to go to Hogwarts."

She was in her bed. She wasn't sleeping; she couldn't even stay put. She was thinking. Thinking about the decision she had just made not too long ago.

She was going. She was going to go to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry to learn magic. At first, she was going to go to a place where she was going to learn math and science and history. But now she was going to go to a place where she was going to learn magic.

She didn't even know how to react. Should she be happy? Scared? Nervous? Ecstatic? She has absolutely no idea. All she knew was that she was going to Hogwarts on September 1st. Her anxiety and nerves finally got the best of her and she shot upward, turned on the light and picked up the envelope.

She reread the acceptance letter and fished around for another piece of parchment paper inside of the envelope. It was a list. A list of all of the things that she needed if she was to attend Hogwarts:

HOGWARTS SCHOOL
Of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY

uniform
First year students will require:
1. Three sets of plain work clothes (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 carry 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 Emeric 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
1 wand
1 cauldron (pewter, standard size 2)
1 set glass or crystal phials
1 telescope
1set brass scales

Students may also bring an owl OR a cat OR a toad

PARENTS ARE REMINDED THAT FIRST YEAR STUDENTS ARE NOT ALLOWED TO BRING THEIR OWN BROOMSTICKS

Casey read the list several times. Where am I going to get all of this stuff? She wondered. I mean, it's not like they sell The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 1) at Borders.

She rolled her eyes. Am I sure that this is even happening? She thought. I have always been taught that there was no such thing as magic and that it was a sin. Now I'm going to a school to learn magic. This makes no sense to me. "GAAAAH!" she yelled, but yelled quiet enough so that the rest of the family wouldn't wake up and think that she was being kidnapped. "What the heck?" she sighed and looked at her book sitting next to her on her bedside table. She decided that she would talk to her mom later about the whole thing and just read for now. Just to get her mind off of things.

SCENEANDTIMECHANGETHING

She was running. Why? Why? Why was she running? Running away from something. She didn't know what but she was running away from something. She turned around. Someone was following her. Crap. Oh, crap. This was not good. The person was gaining on her. Getting closer and closer and closer. Not good. Definitely not good. Crap. Oh, crap. Gotta get out of here, fast. Run. Run as fast as she can.

Dead end. Oh, great. Even worse. Nowhere to go. Crap. Oh, crap. This is definitely not good. Definitely not good at all. CRAP! Turn around. That person is still there. Still gaining on her. Still getting closer and closer and closer.

Then she shivers, because he just laughed. More like an evil little chuckle. A low pitched, evil little chuckle. Then he said something, she couldn't make out the words, but then there was a blinding green light and she was dead.

SCENEANDTIMECHANGETHING

She screamed and flew upwards in her bed. She had fallen asleep without realizing it. Her book was still open, lying on her stomach. She picked it up and folded down the page that she had been reading before she had fallen asleep and placed it back on her bedside table.

She sighed. That dream. That nightmare. What happened? Who was that? She tried to remember the face of the man who laughed and then killed her. But she couldn't see it. She couldn't picture it any longer. It had been too vague. It had been very brief. What did it mean? Did it mean something was going to happen? Did it mean nothing? It probably meant something, but what?

Oh, knock it off, Casey! She yelled at herself. Just because you're going to be a witch doesn't mean that you're going to start predicting the future now, all right? Now get over yourself.

She sighed again and looked around on her bedside table for her C.D. player. She found it, put the headphones on, turned it on and tried to get back to sleep.

SCENEANDTIMECHANGETHING

The smell of warm, cooked bacon and chocolate chip waffles reached Casey's nose as she woke up. She sniffed the air and her salivary glands burst. She was suddenly ravenous. I'm really hungry. She thought. I'm going to go get food.

She pushed the covers off of her body and rolled out of her bed, taking the headphones off of her ears. She sped down the stairs and walked into the kitchen to find her mother at the stove, sizzling bacon in a pan and pouring pancake batter with chocolate chips mixed into it into another pan.

"Morning, mom," Casey said.

"Morning, hon," Annalizabeth responded. "Hungry?"

"Yes," she said, a little too quickly. "I'm starving half to death!"

"All right, go sit down. I'll get you some food."

"Thanks," Casey said. "Hey, mom?"

"Yea?" She said, putting some food on a porcelain plate.

"How are we going to get all the stuff that I need for Hogwarts?"

Annalizabeth walked over to the table, put the plate down in front of her daughter and sat down on a wooden chair next to her. "Diagon Alley, of course."