Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, that's J. K. Rowling.

(though I don't mind if you mistaken me for her…)

AN: I know that in the real books, they don't use phones, but I liked it better with phones, so please, bear with me…

She looked up at the towering figure.

She trembled as she spoke.

"I-I-I didn't mean to-"

"Oh, you didn't mean to."

The voice was mocking her. She tried to place the voice, but failed.

"Who-who are you?"

His eyes glistened in the darkness, and that was all that was showing. Those green eyes…

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"Mum!"

"Yes, dear?"

"Mum, Orlie got her letter today. When am I going to get mine? Huh? Huh? Mum!"

Outgoing Lizzy was going out today- out of her mind. All of her friends ad gotten their Hogwarts letters, but she…well, she'd get it soon.

Her mother sighed as she cleared the breakfast dishes.

It's unusual for McGonagall to be late with some, and on time with others. I wonder if- no! It can't be. MY DAUGHTER IS MAGIC! After all, both her parents are...

Tap, tap

At the sound of the tapping on the window, Hermione looked up.

An owl! She shrieked with delight. A Hogwarts owl!

"Lizzy! Come here, Liz!" Hermione shouted up the stairs.

The sounds of pounding feet could be heard, and after a moment, Liz appeared at the bottom of the steps.

"Yeah, Mum? I was trying to talk to Orlie on the phone, and she's waiting for my call. I have to call her back, because she has a huge problem."

Hermione smiled fondly at her daughter as she took the letter from the owls beak and slit it open.

"What's Orlie's problem?" She asked, more out of hopes of stalling than actual curiosity.

"Well, her Grandma offered to buy her a cat for her first year at Hogwarts, and her Mum and Dad offered to get her an owl. She likes cats, but owls are more useful. And with an owl, she can send home letters all the time."

Hermione smiled as she set the letter she had just completed onto the kitchen table.

"How about, Dad and I buy you an owl, and her dad and Mum get her a cat, and than you can share?"

'But Mum, I'm not going…" her voice trailed off as she saw the letter on the table.

'I am going! Yay!" She shrieked and hugged her mother. Than she shrieked again.

"Oh, Mum, I've got to call Orlie! Oh my gosh, I can't believe that I got in…"

Her voice faded as she dashed up the stairs.

Hermione ran to get the other phone to call her husband, Ron.