p dir="ltr"It has been almost eleven years since the night the black fuzzy cat with a white paw and eyes blue and icy as the coldest Siberian night has been gazing at the bright stars and the enchanting full and silver moon. has The night was just as beautiful and freezing as it has been eleven years ago, when a little blonde girl was laying sleepless in her bed./p
p dir="ltr"She turned over, flipped her long hair out of her face and closed her eyes again, trying to fall asleep. After a few minutes, the girl sighed loudly as she turned over on her back, staring at the glowing stars on her ceiling. They had been there as long as she remembered and until now they have always calmed her down, making her able to sleep in peace. The girl slightly turned her head to the side, looking out the window at the big glowing moon. She sighed again as she glanced at the clock that hung on the wall opposite her. It was almost midnight. Only a few more minutes and it would be her birthday. Her eleventh birthday. She groaned aloud as she rubbed her eyes, trying to understand why she couldn't sleep. Something about tomorrow really excited her, even though it would just be another normal birthday, nothing special. What was it that was so intriguing about turning eleven? What was it that made her heart race like it's running a marathon? Her heart skipped a beat when the all the hands on the old clock across from her bed ticked over to twelve o'clock. It was officially her birthday. Her heart was pounding so fast in her chest that she thought it would just jump right out of her body and fly across the room. Her eyes travelled back to the window, restlessly waiting for something to happen so she would be able to explain her great excitement. Minutes passed. All you were able to hear was the loud and obnoxious ticking noise of the clock and the girl's light breathing./p
p dir="ltr"She sighed quietly when she eventually gave up on waiting for something to happen and turned back over to the wall. She closed her eyes again but right at that moment she heard a quiet little knocking on her window. It sounded as though someone was tapping their fingernails against the glass. Immediately her eyes were open again. With her eyes wide open she stared at the wall, listening for the sound she just heard. There it was again. Her heart starting pounding faster than ever in her chest. What is making that sound? Very slowly the girl started turning over, scared of what she might see. She couldn't believe her eyes when she looked out the window. A beautiful little snowy owl was sitting outside of her window. Repeatedly it banged its beak against the glass. She narrowed her eyes to slits, trying to look closer at the owl. Was that-? Overwhelmed by what she saw, the girl sat up straight in her bed. The owl had a letter that it was holding tight in its beak. When the owl saw her sitting wide awake in her bed it stopped banging against the window and started staring intensely at the girl. She glared back at it. For minutes they were just both sitting there staring at each other. Still trying to understand this whole situation, the girl didn't move an inch. Something inside her really wanted to open that window and let the owl inside but she was too paralyzed to move. Just as she thought that, the handles of her window turned and her window blasted open. A freezing draft of wind streamed into the room, making the girl quiver in the cold. The owl rushed in and flew around the room for a while. The girl wrappe the blanket around her, holding her eyes shut tight as she was hoping for that window to close. The wind stopped and the owl finally calmed down and sat right infront of the girl's feet on her bed. A bit scared of what just happened the girl slowly opened one eye, looking around the room. When she realized what just happened when she had her eyes closed, she looked around the room. More than confused she stared at the window. It was closed, the handles turned back to how they were./p
p dir="ltr"A sudden 'hoot' from the direction of her feet made her stop staring at the window, wondering how -whatever just happened- was possible. She startled when she spotted the owl sitting on her bed. Big amber eyes were staring at her with such a mysterious energy, too far from her young mind to understand. Again the girl stared back at the owl with her geode like eyes. Her eyes were grey and stone textured on the outside, the colors flowed into a dark, faded green and finally rested in a deep hazel core. Her black pupils, widened from the darkness of the room, scanned the owl up and down. A moment later the owl hopped onto her feet and stretched its body towards the girl, holding the letter right in front of her. It was like the owl told her to take the letter. When the girl still didn't move, the owl hopped closer to her, holding the letter even closer to her. With shaking hands the girl raised her arm, waiting for the owl to just fly away or attack but nothing happened. So the girl stretched out her arm and gripped on to the letter. As soon as she had it in her hands, the owl let go and and flew off with a shrill screech, almost brushing its wing against the girl's face. Just in time the girl jumped back only to hear the tapping noise on the window again. When she looked over the owl was knocking on the window just as it did before, only now from the inside. Big amber eyes stared back at the girl again. The girl looked back and forth between the window and the owl. Then she flipped back her blanket and jumped on to the cold floor with her bare feet. Her long baby-blue pyjamas fell over her feet and hands. Noiseless she slinked across the room towards the window. With shaking hands and her eyes fixed on the owl, the girl grabbed onto the handles, the letter still in her hands, and turned them. Right as the window flew open by an icy gust, the owl rose in the the air and disappeared into the cold and stormy night. Her hair was fluttering in the wind and her pyjamas were getting filled with freezing air. Quickly she closed the window and stared into the darkness outside, watching out for the owl in hope she would get another glimpse of it./p
p dir="ltr"After a minute the girl remembered the letter. She sprinted back to her bed, hopped into the warm blankets and grabbed a match to light up the candle standing on the little oak table next to her bed. She blew out the match and dropped it onto the table. Then she took the letter she was still holding tightly in her hand and held it in the shimmering light of the candle. There was no doubt that it was for her. It read her name. The envelope was thick and heavy, made of yellowish parchment while the address was written in emerald-green ink. Why ever did it need an address if an owl delivered it right to her bedroom window? She wondered. But there was no stamp anyways. She turned over the envelope, her hands trembling, she saw a purple wax seal bearing a coat of arms, a lion, an eagle, a badger, and a snake surrounding a largr letter H. With her hands still shaking, she broke the seal and opened the envelope to pull out the letter inside./p
p dir="ltr"strongHOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY/strongbr / ~~~~~~~~/p
p dir="ltr"Headmaster: ARMANDO DIPPETbr /(emOrder of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc.,/embr /emChf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards/em)/p
p dir="ltr"Dear Ms. Sebidey,br /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 /Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later than July /Yours sincerely,br /emAlbus Dumbledore/em/p
p dir="ltr"Albus Dumbledore,br /emDeputy Headmaster/em/p
p dir="ltr"Completly petrified she stared at the letter. A million questions exploded in her head. School of Witchcraft and Wizardry? Accepted at a school she hasn't even applied to? Await my owl? This must be a stupid joke from her little sister or from someone at her school. No one liked her there. Everyone was scared of her. Then it was like someone turned on a switch in her brain when she thought of why everyone was scared of her. Strange and abnormal things always seemed to happen around her that no-one could explain./p
p dir="ltr"One time her teacher tried to give her detention and suddenly the teacher's hair turned purple and exploded. Of course that got her even longer in detention, though she swore she didn't put anything on the teachers head. Another time some students were picking on her and pushing her around. Then suddenly when they pushed her against the window, all of them shattered into pieces, she fell but before she would hit the ground she stopped. Her body was just hovering over the stone path. Since that day no one messed with her anymore. Everyone was horrified of her from that day on, even the teachers. Then another time at home her parents were yelling at her and all of a sudden all the dishes blew up in the cupboards and she was gone. Somehow she found herself on the roof, almost falling off./p
p dir="ltr"After that incident her parents were afraid of her too. They would never admit it but from that day on they feared she would hurt them somehow. And those were only the big occurrences. There were many little things that happend every time got scared or angry. It even frightened herself. Her little sister on the other hand stayed by her side always hoping to see something explode or fly seemingly of its own accord. It all made sense. Somehow. Not really. It didn't make sense at all. Magic doesn't exist. There must be some other explanation for all those things that happened. After minutes she slightly shook her head, put down the letter on her bedside table and blew out the candle. She would deal with that in the morning./p
p dir="ltr"She turned over, flipped her long hair out of her face and closed her eyes again, trying to fall asleep. After a few minutes, the girl sighed loudly as she turned over on her back, staring at the glowing stars on her ceiling. They had been there as long as she remembered and until now they have always calmed her down, making her able to sleep in peace. The girl slightly turned her head to the side, looking out the window at the big glowing moon. She sighed again as she glanced at the clock that hung on the wall opposite her. It was almost midnight. Only a few more minutes and it would be her birthday. Her eleventh birthday. She groaned aloud as she rubbed her eyes, trying to understand why she couldn't sleep. Something about tomorrow really excited her, even though it would just be another normal birthday, nothing special. What was it that was so intriguing about turning eleven? What was it that made her heart race like it's running a marathon? Her heart skipped a beat when the all the hands on the old clock across from her bed ticked over to twelve o'clock. It was officially her birthday. Her heart was pounding so fast in her chest that she thought it would just jump right out of her body and fly across the room. Her eyes travelled back to the window, restlessly waiting for something to happen so she would be able to explain her great excitement. Minutes passed. All you were able to hear was the loud and obnoxious ticking noise of the clock and the girl's light breathing./p
p dir="ltr"She sighed quietly when she eventually gave up on waiting for something to happen and turned back over to the wall. She closed her eyes again but right at that moment she heard a quiet little knocking on her window. It sounded as though someone was tapping their fingernails against the glass. Immediately her eyes were open again. With her eyes wide open she stared at the wall, listening for the sound she just heard. There it was again. Her heart starting pounding faster than ever in her chest. What is making that sound? Very slowly the girl started turning over, scared of what she might see. She couldn't believe her eyes when she looked out the window. A beautiful little snowy owl was sitting outside of her window. Repeatedly it banged its beak against the glass. She narrowed her eyes to slits, trying to look closer at the owl. Was that-? Overwhelmed by what she saw, the girl sat up straight in her bed. The owl had a letter that it was holding tight in its beak. When the owl saw her sitting wide awake in her bed it stopped banging against the window and started staring intensely at the girl. She glared back at it. For minutes they were just both sitting there staring at each other. Still trying to understand this whole situation, the girl didn't move an inch. Something inside her really wanted to open that window and let the owl inside but she was too paralyzed to move. Just as she thought that, the handles of her window turned and her window blasted open. A freezing draft of wind streamed into the room, making the girl quiver in the cold. The owl rushed in and flew around the room for a while. The girl wrappe the blanket around her, holding her eyes shut tight as she was hoping for that window to close. The wind stopped and the owl finally calmed down and sat right infront of the girl's feet on her bed. A bit scared of what just happened the girl slowly opened one eye, looking around the room. When she realized what just happened when she had her eyes closed, she looked around the room. More than confused she stared at the window. It was closed, the handles turned back to how they were./p
p dir="ltr"A sudden 'hoot' from the direction of her feet made her stop staring at the window, wondering how -whatever just happened- was possible. She startled when she spotted the owl sitting on her bed. Big amber eyes were staring at her with such a mysterious energy, too far from her young mind to understand. Again the girl stared back at the owl with her geode like eyes. Her eyes were grey and stone textured on the outside, the colors flowed into a dark, faded green and finally rested in a deep hazel core. Her black pupils, widened from the darkness of the room, scanned the owl up and down. A moment later the owl hopped onto her feet and stretched its body towards the girl, holding the letter right in front of her. It was like the owl told her to take the letter. When the girl still didn't move, the owl hopped closer to her, holding the letter even closer to her. With shaking hands the girl raised her arm, waiting for the owl to just fly away or attack but nothing happened. So the girl stretched out her arm and gripped on to the letter. As soon as she had it in her hands, the owl let go and and flew off with a shrill screech, almost brushing its wing against the girl's face. Just in time the girl jumped back only to hear the tapping noise on the window again. When she looked over the owl was knocking on the window just as it did before, only now from the inside. Big amber eyes stared back at the girl again. The girl looked back and forth between the window and the owl. Then she flipped back her blanket and jumped on to the cold floor with her bare feet. Her long baby-blue pyjamas fell over her feet and hands. Noiseless she slinked across the room towards the window. With shaking hands and her eyes fixed on the owl, the girl grabbed onto the handles, the letter still in her hands, and turned them. Right as the window flew open by an icy gust, the owl rose in the the air and disappeared into the cold and stormy night. Her hair was fluttering in the wind and her pyjamas were getting filled with freezing air. Quickly she closed the window and stared into the darkness outside, watching out for the owl in hope she would get another glimpse of it./p
p dir="ltr"After a minute the girl remembered the letter. She sprinted back to her bed, hopped into the warm blankets and grabbed a match to light up the candle standing on the little oak table next to her bed. She blew out the match and dropped it onto the table. Then she took the letter she was still holding tightly in her hand and held it in the shimmering light of the candle. There was no doubt that it was for her. It read her name. The envelope was thick and heavy, made of yellowish parchment while the address was written in emerald-green ink. Why ever did it need an address if an owl delivered it right to her bedroom window? She wondered. But there was no stamp anyways. She turned over the envelope, her hands trembling, she saw a purple wax seal bearing a coat of arms, a lion, an eagle, a badger, and a snake surrounding a largr letter H. With her hands still shaking, she broke the seal and opened the envelope to pull out the letter inside./p
p dir="ltr"strongHOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY/strongbr / ~~~~~~~~/p
p dir="ltr"Headmaster: ARMANDO DIPPETbr /(emOrder of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc.,/embr /emChf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards/em)/p
p dir="ltr"Dear Ms. Sebidey,br /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 /Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later than July /Yours sincerely,br /emAlbus Dumbledore/em/p
p dir="ltr"Albus Dumbledore,br /emDeputy Headmaster/em/p
p dir="ltr"Completly petrified she stared at the letter. A million questions exploded in her head. School of Witchcraft and Wizardry? Accepted at a school she hasn't even applied to? Await my owl? This must be a stupid joke from her little sister or from someone at her school. No one liked her there. Everyone was scared of her. Then it was like someone turned on a switch in her brain when she thought of why everyone was scared of her. Strange and abnormal things always seemed to happen around her that no-one could explain./p
p dir="ltr"One time her teacher tried to give her detention and suddenly the teacher's hair turned purple and exploded. Of course that got her even longer in detention, though she swore she didn't put anything on the teachers head. Another time some students were picking on her and pushing her around. Then suddenly when they pushed her against the window, all of them shattered into pieces, she fell but before she would hit the ground she stopped. Her body was just hovering over the stone path. Since that day no one messed with her anymore. Everyone was horrified of her from that day on, even the teachers. Then another time at home her parents were yelling at her and all of a sudden all the dishes blew up in the cupboards and she was gone. Somehow she found herself on the roof, almost falling off./p
p dir="ltr"After that incident her parents were afraid of her too. They would never admit it but from that day on they feared she would hurt them somehow. And those were only the big occurrences. There were many little things that happend every time got scared or angry. It even frightened herself. Her little sister on the other hand stayed by her side always hoping to see something explode or fly seemingly of its own accord. It all made sense. Somehow. Not really. It didn't make sense at all. Magic doesn't exist. There must be some other explanation for all those things that happened. After minutes she slightly shook her head, put down the letter on her bedside table and blew out the candle. She would deal with that in the morning./p