As Emilia sat on her bed she slowly pulled out the envelope from her apron pocket. She placed it on her bed and placed the other envelope beside it. She was confused as to which to open first. The one with the plain black ink seemed to be less suspicious so Emilia grabbed it. She slipped her nail under the seal and tore it open. She unfolded the small piece of paper that was inside and read it.

Miss Emilia Keon,

If you are interested in the contents of the following letter please meet with me at the crossroad of Hillaway and Walkertilly.

Yours.

Emilia looked hard at the place underneath the yours, but all she could see was a smudge. Emilia threw the piece of paper on the floor and looked at the other envelope. She picked it up and looked it over slowly. When she reached the back of the envelope she saw a small ensign, which she didn't recognize. She slowly slipped her nail under the seal and began to tear it open. Emilia suddenly stopped and turned the envelope over. She looked closely at the address and her eyes grew large. The address read:

Miss Emilia Keon

House on the Hill

Walkertilly Dr., Ireland

Emilia looked at the address again as she thought what a weird address it was. She continued to rip open the envelope and pulled out the piece of paper.As shepull it out she heard footsteps coming up the stairs. Emilia shut her lamp off quickly and laid down, pretending she was asleep. Her door opened slowly and her mother crept in. She picked up the letter Emilia had thrown on the floor and put it in the garbage can. She then kissed her on the forehead and left her room, closing the door behind her. Emilia waited till her mother's footsteps faded down the hallway, then she sat up and turned her lamp back on. Emilia took the piece of paper fully out of the envelope and opened it. She read over the page wide eyed. It seemed to be inviting her to some kind of school, somewhere. Emilia was very interested since her parents didn't have enough money to send her to school. Emilia ran over to the garbage can and rummaged past the banana skins, pop cans, and moldy somethings. There at the bottom of the can sat the piece of paper, plain as ever. Emilia grabbed it and stuffed it and the other letter in her bedside table. She then changed into her pj's and slipped into her blankets. She shut off her lamp and fell into a deep sleep filled with pictures of a school with wizards and witches doing magic.

Emilia woke up the next morning to the sound of a rooster outside her window. She sat up and stretched, then opened up her drawer. There were the letters, just as she had left them the night before. Emilia took out the letter asking her to come to the school and closed the drawer again. She then got dressed and put the letter in her pocket and opened the door. Emilia stepped out into the hallway and went down the stairs leading to the kitchen.

"Morning mommy." Emilia said, as she sat down at the table.

"You are in a happy mood this morning." her mother replied, as she sat a bowl of porridge in front of her.

"Mom I got a letter last night." Emilia said, as she blew on her spoon.

"You did!" her mother said, sounding interested. She poured herself a cup of coffee and sat down beside Emilia.

"Let me see." her mother said, holding out her hand. Emilia took the letter out of her pocket and placed it in her mother's outstretched hand. Emilia continued to eat her porridge as her mother read the letter. She finished eating just as her mother finished reading the letter.

"So." Emilia said, looking at her mother for some type of reaction.

"It is a good set of circumstances. It would give you a chance to get out of this place." her mother replied.

"Can I go?" Emilia said, hoping her mother would say "yes".

"Alright." her mother said, smiling. Emilia jumped up and hugged her mother.

"Thank you, Thank you." she said, over and over.

"Well you better pack your trunks. School will be starting in a week. Better to get you there earlier then later." her mother said. Emilia jumped up and headed for her room.

"Emilia?" her mother said.

"Yes." Emilia said, turning around.

"How are you going to get to the train station? Your dad has the car." her mother asked her. Emilia thought for a second and then remembered the other letter in her bedside table.

"One of my friends is driving me." she said. That seemed to work with her mother, so Emilia went up to her room to pack. She threw in her clothes and all the other things she thought she would need. That night Emilia had trouble sleeping, she was so excited. Trevor seemed to sense that she was awake and came into her room.

Emilia woke up the next morning rather late. She put on her glasses and looked at her watch and began to panic. She threw on her emerald green dress and put her black hair in a braid. She hauled her trunk down the stairs to the front door and then grabbed a quick breakfast. She was about to step out the door after giving her mother a kiss when she remembered the note still on her bedside table. She ran up the stairs, two at a time, and grabbed the note. She was back down the stairs in no time and out the door. She walked to the end of the driveway where she stopped and pulled out the note. She scanned it over and turned to the left and began to walk the 1-mile to the crossroad. By the time she reached it it was lunch and she was starving. She placed her trunk under the sign and sat on it. One hour turned into two and she was getting hungrier by the second. Emilia noticed a raspberry bush beside her and so she got up and gathered some in her dress. She sat back down and ate the berries as the sun began to set. She began to wonder where this person was she was supposed to meet; when she suddenly heard a pop behind her. She turned around and found herself face to face with a young man dressed inan outfit from a rock concert and along ponytail with an earring.

"Hello." the man said.

"Hi." Emilia replied, nervously.

"My name is Bill Weasley. Dumbledore sent me to chaperon you." he said.

"Whose Dumbledore?" Emilia asked, looking at Bill weirdly.

"Whose Dumbledore?" Bill said. Emilia looked at her watch and then back at Bill who now seemed deep in thought.

"So." She said, getting impatient. Bill seemed to jerk back to reality and sat down on a large rock.

"I need to explain something to you." he said. Emilia looked at him as she got comfy on her trunk and waited.

"I can't find a easier way to say this but…" Bill paused. Emilia looked at him. She could feel the tension in the air. This was either going to be the worst or best thing to happen to her.

"You are a witch." he finally finished. Emilia sat there dumb founded, she didn't want to believe him, but something inside her knew it was true.

"So you are a…" Emilia began to say.

"A wizard." Bill finished with a smile.

"So the school is for wizards and witches?" Emilia said, connecting things in her mind.

"Yes." Bill replied. It all made sense now.

"Come with me." Bill said, as he held out his hand. Emilia grabbed her trunk in one hand and Bill's in the other. All of sudden Emilia felt herself being stretched and compressed all at the same time she couldn't see anything. As soon as it began, it ended and Emilia found her feet on solid ground. She looked up and saw a sign above her head it read: Leaky Cauldron. Bill stepped through the door and Emilia followed close behind him. The pub was dark and stuffy, lit by candles on the tables and walls.

"Evening Bill, the usual?" the man behind the counter said.

"Not today thanks. I need two rooms for tonight." Bill replied to the man's comment. The man noticed Emilia and seemed surprised.

"Miss Emilia Potter, I never thought I would see your beautiful face again." He spat out.

"I think you have the wrong person sir. My name is Emilia Keon." Emilia replied, a little weirded out. Before anymore could be said Bill grabbed Emilia by the hand and lead her up the stairs to her room. Emilia placed her trunk by her bed and headed back down the stairs for a bite to eat, she was starving. She found Bill sitting at a table drinking from a cup of yellowish liquid.

"What is that?" She asked, as she sat across from him.

"Butterbeer." Bill replied. A lady dressed in an apron came to the table to take their order. "Would you like anything?" She asked them.

"We'll have a Butterbeer and 2 soups please." Bill replied, smiling at Emilia as he did. The lady nodded and left, Emilia looked at Bill.

"Why did that man call me Emilia Potter?" She asked.

"Well …" Bill said.