Recap
My, oh so loveable father, that hasn't been around a lot since my mother's death, had just told me that I could possibly be a witch. I had a lot to think about my life in a short amount of time, seeing as he told me that witches and wizards start their schooling in the fall of their 11th birthday, and my 11th birthday was in no less then two days. Ok moving on with my story...
It was the day of my birthday and I was anticipating something spectacular, but nothing happened. I had now accumulated an assortment of books and magazines, articles and anything else I could find about 'the wizard world' in the short almost of less then 24 hours I had. I still wanted to talk to Harry because I hadn't talked to him in about a week.
Strange things had been happening in about a weeks time of before his birthday which was about three days after mine. There was owls in the day, people in cloaks walking around the street, it was quite bazaar, and to top it off Harry had been getting some of these owls hanging around his house for the past four days. More and more each day.
Dad had gotten me a new...um no he didn't get me that...He got me a...oh no not that either...So ok he didn't get me anything for my birthday. He was working all day and night that day so I got to stay at home by my self and celebrate on my own. So what I did that late summer day was go out.
I went to a local bowling alley. It was awesome, I had gotten to bowl for three hours for free because it was my birthday. It was a small bowling alley but it was still fun to bowl at. I had tried to get Harry's uncle to let him come along but he was being a jerk and said he wasn't aloud out. Even though I had to play by my self and try and beat my pervious score it was still good.
The only thing that happened that day was what didn't happen. My dad told me, before he went off to work that morning, that if I got a letter form a very prominent school for learning magic then I was indeed going to be a witch. After I got home form the bowling alley around 5 pm I looked out the window and waited. Praying and hopping that that letter would come on my porch or magically appear in my hands and I would open it and it would read whatever magical words it held. But nothing of the sort came. I felt bad and wanted so much for it to happen. But when after wait a long time staring out the window, I gave up hope.
About three days later Harry and his family had to escape from all the owls that just had to perch on his property. All of which seemed weird and the weirder part was that they all carried letters. I picked up one of the letters the afternoon before they left for a place no one knows so as which they could get away form such letters.
It had extremely fancy handwriting and had his name and where he lived on it. Though there was no return address. I felt the smooth envelope and could tell it was very old for it felt like it could have been parchment of some sort. I flipped it over and there was a seal, a crest stamped on the wax. It had a shield with a large H on it. I didn't know what it meant but I had a feeling that it was important for Harry to get it.
So I pocketed it and went home to figure out what to do with it. I had tried to open it but the seal would not budge. I had suspected sooner or later Harry could no longer escape form the birds that just couldn't stop hunting him down and so there was no sense in giving it to him. The real last thing I could have done was keep it or trash it. But the sense I was getting form it seemed as if it was to powerful to just get rid of.
When my father had came home that late night he didn't even bother to ask if I had gotten my letter or not. Yet again I think it was because of my mother. Though I never worded my opinion on the matter.
A yearhad gone by and I had read all the things on the subject of witches and wizards. My school work had always been linked back to the subject and my grades dropped. My father didn't care for he was too proud in his business to care about my schooling.
I had read and made some of my own spells over countless weekends and after school. I had my heart set on being a witch.
I had been looking in the attic for any info on witches on my 12th birthday, one year after my father told me I could be a witch. I was looking though a trunk and something caught my eye. It was a scrap book. It was a black leather scrapbook with an H emblem on it. It was the same H that was on Harry's letter.
I took no hesitation to open the book, read its contents, and see its pictures.What I found was something great and indeed magical. I had never seen a picture of my mother before but I knew that on the first page of the wondrous book that that girl, that looked my age and almost like me, had to be her.
It took me for a turn though when I saw the picture moving. It waved and smiled at me and did a funny face. It was great to watch. I turned the next page and on it had a picture of my mother yet again but had these robes on and a lot of other people in the picture. I saw them smile and wave yet again and it mesmerized me. I looked at the picture closely, in the background was this large castle and on their cloaks there was that H symbol and the cloaks were trimmed in a rich crimson red. They also had red and gold ties and scarves. I just had to smile at my young happy mother.
I flipped through some more pages of my mother and her friends and found this letter. It was in the same type of envelope that Harry had gotten that I kept. My heart started to flutter because the seal was broken and I would be able to read the letter. I moved back the flap and took hold of the, what I definitely knew was parchment. I held it in my hands for a few seconds, moving my fingers over the smooth paper like I did to Harry's envelope. I then opened up the paper that was folded into threes and read the paper out loud:
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 Miss Fane,
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 then July 31.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall,
Deputy Headmistress
The letter set me back. It was true that I could have been a witch. My mother was a witch!
There was another note inside the envelope. I took it out and read that one too:
HOGWARTS SCHOOL
of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY
UNIFORM
First-year students will require:
1. Three stets 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 tages
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 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
1 set brass scale
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 had put the letters back in the envelope and shut the scrap book. I looked in the trunk that I found it in and it had the books listed in the letter and the other equipment. I even found her wand.
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