Look, I think it might have been done before, but I'm not sure, so here goes. This story is told in my point of view. I'm the one who goes to Hogwarts. Erm, yeah. I mean, maybe it will turn out different, so, I don't own anyone and ENJOY!

NOTE: MY TENSES ARE SCREWED B'COS OF THE PRESENT NARRATIVE TONE. IGNORE THE DUM TENSES.

Hi, my name is CJ, you don't need to know what that means, but I'm no ordinary girl, and that's an understatement. Basically, I'm a witch. Yeah, shocking right? I just found out two days ago. It went like this;

I was in my room, wondering why I was so weird, and all of a sudden, an owl knocked on the window. And I was shocked. I've never seen an owl in my entire life at night, let alone one in broad daylight.

Something told me to open the window, so I did. It came in, and sat on my bedpost. Shocked, I walked over and touched its feathers. It was so tame, it didn't even budge. Either way, I noticed a piece of paper tied to it's leg. Detaching it, I read what would change my life.

HOGWARTS SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore

(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chief Warlock,

Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)

Dear Miss. CJ

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

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

Yours Sincerely

Minerva McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress

As expected, I was pretty shocked. And basically, since they said we expect your owl, I decided to write a letter back, and ask for confirmation.

Dear Prof.

I'm CJ and I'm not magical, well, not that I know, so could you like, send on of those wizzy dudes to my place? I'm pretty sure that no one'll believe me. And, if you do send anybody, tell me when, I don't want no random person popping into my house. Sorry for my lack of proper English. I just felt like talking weird. Either way, thanks a lot.

CJ.B

I sent the letter off, tied to the owl's leg, and it looked surprised. I guess no one's ever done that to them.

Anyway, a couple of hours later, I got back another reply. This time, it was different. The first one was all typewriter neat. This one, had loopy cursive writing, with some odd squiggles on top.

EHD he4f erhf

Sorry about that, Professor McGonagall was trying to wrestle the quill out of my hands, and either way, I'm Professor Dumbledore. I like you. Minerva doesn't yet, probably because you sent back a reply. No one has ever done that before. But I like you're attitude. True, I was a muggle too. Muggle means Non-magical person. I was just as shocked, so I will be sending somebody over, ME! Sorry, I've also attached a lemon drop. (Dumbledoremuggle-bornmy theory)

I'll be there in a couple of minutes, so hang one.

See you in a bit,

Professor Dumbledore

I was shocked. The headmaster was coming to see ME?

I ran downstairs and told my parents everything. They just laughed. Just then, there was a knock on the door. My revenge on my parents had begun. Dad went over and opened it.

"Hullo, I'm Professor Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts. Call me Albus."

Dad was dumbstruck. "HONEY!" he yelled.

Mom went running over. "Oh."

"I know that you probably disbelieve everything that your daughter says, but it is true. I am a wizard, and so is she. I can show you." And with a pop he disappeared. Mom and dad were staring at each other, when Dumbledore, who had appeared on the inside of our house, tapped their shoulders. "Hi."

Mom gasped, and dad rushed to steady her.

"Now, on to serious matters, Your daughter is a witch, fully equipped with all magical abilities. It is now up to her to decide if she wants to attend or not."

"YES!" I jumped up before anyone could say anything.

My parents looked freaked out. "Sorry Mr. and Mrs. B, but this is entirely up to her. What you say makes no difference in the decision. This is so that she knows she got what she wanted."

"We just want her to be happy. Are there good jobs there?"

"of course, we have police men, and doctors, and lawyers. Only we call them different things, like Aurors, Healers and well, lawyers." He smiled.

"Well then, I guess CJ's going to Hogwarts." My mum sighed, both happy and sad.

"YES!" I whooped and jumped. Running up, I yelled good night to mom and dad. And then remembered Dumbledore, came down, and said, "Good night professor Dumbledore."

"Good Night child. Good night Mr. and Mrs. B. It was good meeting you." And vanished.

How was that? Weird idea right? Well, there ya go. REVIEW!