Well… Let's skip to Hogwarts. Oo, I loved my entrance! So, as you can guess my
parents just, well kicked me out, at the age of eleven nonetheless, and said for the rest of
the summer, you are on your own… And well it was, including my time spent with my
wonderful family, the worst month of my life. Because, at the age of eleven, I was on the
streets. And believe me, that is not a good feeling.
Looking on the bright side, I made my first real friend. Dakanya. We spent all
our time together. She had it worse off than I did though. She had been orphaned at the
age of six. Just picturing the things that had happened to her made me sick. Daka and I
were inseparable, until the week before Hogwarts. A man came into this alley way Daka
and I were walking through. And when she saw his face, she literally started shaking. It
was horrible: her pale face paled even more and she just turned limp as he grabbed her in
his arms. It was over so quickly for her. She never had a chance. I was so worried that I
froze. No matter how much I wanted to protect her, my muscles weren't working. She
was so fragile, "Un…Uncl…cle… What are you d..d…oing he-" He just hit her head into
the wall and expression died slowly off her face.
Suddenly, it was as if my body realized that my only friend had just been killed. I
sprung into action; it was as if my subconscious knew what to do. Actually, I guess it did.
So, I just flicked my hand and he went flying into the very wall he killed Daka with. He
slumped over and, seeing as he was still conscious, I did some weird thing with my mind
and he burst into flames. I never did find out why he killed Dakanya.
Then, my life went on, and finally the day came that I was to be shipped off to
Hogwarts. I ran to the station (thankfully, it was only a mile away) and looked around for
a sign to get in. All I knew was that at the Station Nine and Three Quarters, a train would
leave to Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry at eleven. With my luck, as the
clock struck eleven, I was completely lost.
I was worried and sad; I felt horrible, worse than I had ever felt. My life was over for me.
As I slid to the ground, all I wanted to do was cry, sob harder than I ever had. But my
motto was Never let them see you cry. So I didn't. All I could think of was some huge
hall, with loads of kids filing in and how much I wanted to be there. I just thought of that
until I fell asleep. What felt like a few minutes later, a conductor official looking man
came over and shook me. "Girlie, we have a train about to unload in….. five minutes, at
5:57." Everything was so disorienting, all the colors and noises and people. I couldn't
remember where I was. I just nodded and left. I was tumbling along the street, when I felt
something in my pocket, and then all I could think about was "Hogwarts," the school I
would never go to. I was in despair.
Hogwarts,
Someday, Today,
I will go there.
Later, Now,
I will be there.
Halls filled with children,
Candles that are floating,
Hogwarts,
I bid my self to be there.
Remembering the singing lessons my sister took, thinking of when I had listened at the
door, I sang a little tune as I twirled along the sidewalk.
Hogwarts,
Here I come.
Hogwarts there I am.
I call on the world,
To help me.
My powers will
Help me.
And, with a flashback of my wannabe Wicca days, I thought the whole thing sounded a bit like a
spell, and added, as I jumped on a bench with a flourish,
So mote it be.
I was so lucky that day. The luckiest I have ever been. Because this makeshift "spell"
took me to Hogwarts.
Thank you so much for reviewing, and for being so patient. I know I took REALLY long to update and I am super sorry.