"Okay, Bells. Tell daddy why you're upset."
Charlie used to say that every time I was sad, years ago.
I sighed. I don't even know why I was upset like this.
"Tell your daddy."
Oh my god, I had to tell him if he was going to stop saying that.
"Where's the Daily Prophet?"
Charlie laughed so loud that I sprang up.
"Oh, come on Bells! This thing was funny, but at least one newspaper is going to make me laugh until my dying days."
I was really stupid. How could I believe that this newspaper – that appeared so mysteriously- would be brought to me every day?
I sighed again. I liked the things it was saying. They were like they were written by someone who is from…
Who is from another world.
"Who am I kidding" I murmured. Charlie didn't hear me.
Suddenly, I heard an acute sound.
It was from outside the house.
I looked at Charlie immediately, to see if he heard it too or if it was just my imagination.
His face made me understand he heard it too.
I took a deep breath and walked to the window.
When I was up to open the curtains, I hesitated.
Was I really that brave to face everything – everything- that was spying out there?
No I wasn't.
But I had to see what it was.
And so I opened them.
Well, I imagined everything: But not what I saw.

I imagined monsters, evil pumpkins, killers, even a wicked grandpa that is killing people all over the world (!). But that never came through my mind.
It was an owl.
It was a white owl, making sounds, and putting a newspaper down, exactly nearby the other newspaper: The original one. I had checked on it.
So, that means the other newspaper is…
I smiled. Daily Prophet was here again.
Brought by an owl.
It is getting more and more interesting.
I was going to open the door when Charlie screamed:
"ISABELLA MARIE SWAN, DON'T YOU DARE GET OUTSIDE WITH THIS THING NEAR YOU!"
Oh yeah. I forgot about dad.
I could not fool Charlie.
And I couldn't just stay here.
I had to go.
I just had to.
So I took a deep breath, turned back and looked at Charlie, while putting my hand on the door, ready to open it quickly. Charlie couldn't see my hand there. Great.
"I'm sorry Charlie."
And then I took the key, got out the house – Charlie screamed "NOO" – and locked my dad in.
I did not give many thoughts in what I just did, or how many days I was going to be punished.
I stared on the owl.
It looked satisfied. It was really clever.
It flied straight on me.
I screamed. But 1 second later, the owl had left.
And I was holding a letter.
I looked in the house once again. I could hear Charlie screaming.
"DAD CAN YOU HEAR ME?"
"BELLA?"
Okay. Now it's time.
"DAD I'M OKAY AND I'M LEAVING!"
"WHAT?"
Then I left.
It was amazing running and feeling I was leaving everything behind.
In my hand I held the Daily Prophet and the letter.
The only things that made me feel happy.
Although the feeling I had yesterday was bigger than ever.
I stopped running, breathless.
I looked around: I was alone in a side street.
I sighed and tried to breathe normally.
I sat down on the street, and opened the letter. Daily Prophet could wait. I smiled again.
I read the letter. It was saying:
"Dear Isabella Marie Swan,
I am writing to tell you that I would like you to come to my world. It's a secret, but we are all wizards. If you liked the Daily Prophets I sent, be sure you will like the Wizardly World too. Answer at loud in the letter, within five minutes, or else you won't have a chance to see my world.
If you answer "yes" you will travel in the Wizardly World. If you answer "no"… Well, you'll stay in Forks.
I hope I will see you soon.

Harry Potter"

Five minutes. I had to think.
I was crazy. Would I really leave my family to go to a world that the only thing I know about is that it has Quidditch and pumkinjuice? Was I that mental?
Hell, yeah!
I smiled at myself once again.
It was mad. Really mad.
But what's life without risk?
I closed my eyes for 3 seconds.
Then I looked at the letter and said clearly and loudly:
"Yes!"