Never in her life had she ever thought a letter would explain so much about her, but this one did. Tucking a strand of strawberry blonde hair behind her ear she glanced over the letter again. It wasn't a joke was it? She hoped not, it had explained everything about her life and she wished nothing more than for it to be true.

Hogwarts School of

Witchcraft and Wizardry

Headmaster: Minerva McGonagall

(Order of Morgana first class, Lady of International Communication of Witches and Wizards)

Dear Miss Gates,

We are pleased to announce you have been accepted into Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary equipment and books.

Term begins September 1st. We await your owl no later than July 31st.

Since your family is a Muggle family (non-magic), we have sent a letter to your parents explaining all about it and one of our representatives will come for an appointment on July 25th to explain everything and clear up any doubts.

Yours Sincerely,

Filius Filtwick

Deputy Headmaster.

She couldn't stop herself from reading the letter over and over. In the span of a few short minutes she had read the thing at least a dozen times. So that was it, all the weird things that happened to her and around her was because she was a witch? It made so much sense now; she just hoped and prayed it wasn't some form of sick joke. Glancing at the enclosed list it seemed like it wasn't. The 25th? That was only two days away.

The sounds of fluttering, clanking and her father yelling from the kitchen pulled her thoughts back to the world around her. "What the hell, an owl?" He father's startled voice reached her ears. "What's this?"

She stood in silence waiting, unsure what she was supposed to do now. Should she go into the kitchen and make sure everything was alright? Her father had said the word owl right? She glanced back down at the letter in her hand and then back up to the kitchen. That couldn't have just been a coincidence could it?

"Natasha." She heard her father call. There was something in his voice that she just couldn't place, it wasn't anger but she really wasn't sure what it was. "Will you come in here please?"

Swallowing hard she made her way acrossed the living room and into the kitchen. The late morning light that had filtered its way through the living room curtains hit her hair and gave it a more golden color then it normally had. She ran her fingers through her hair, slightly afraid to go into the kitchen. Pushing on the kitchen door open, she enters the kitchen and sees her father standing holding up a letter.

She notices him glancing at the letter still clutched in her hand, and then back at the one in his own. "A witch hu?" He questioned. "Well that certainly explains several things." He said with a sigh. "So do you want to go?"

"You're not mad?" She asked cocking her head to the side.

His laughter boomed from his mouth and filled the whole kitchen. "Sweetie how can I possibly be mad at you for being what you are?" He shook his head. "So according to this you are a witch, which does explain a lot of the weird stuff that has happened over the years. How can I be upset with you for you being you?"

She couldn't hide her joy. Launching herself acrossed the room, she jumped up and put her arms around his neck hugging him tightly. "Thank you Daddy."

Sliding am arm around her, he held her in place hugging her back as tightly as he could without hurting his own daughter. "So you are wanting to go right?" He asked as he pulled her back out of the hug.

"It would be nice to go to a place where I am not weird or a freak. Every school has always reacted the same when the weird things happen. Maybe this one won't be like that." Natasha said she could feel the tears forming behind her eyes at the thought of all the other kids bullying and making fun of her because of the things that happened.

"Alright this says the representative will be here in two days. Hopefully this person can help with any questions we might have. Also maybe show us where we can get all this supplies at. Maybe a specialty store in London? I don't know. I mean I know I haven't seen any stores like this here in Bristol." Her father said looking at the second piece of paper, the list, and Natasha couldn't help but look over her own.

Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Year one equipment and supplies

Uniforms [Please note all uniforms shall have students name tags]

o Three sets of plane work robe (black)

o One plain pointed hat (black) for day wear

o One pair of protective gloves (dragon hide or similar)

o One winter cloak (black, with silver fastenings)

Corse books

o The standard book of spells (Grade 1) By Miranda Goshawk

o A history of magic By Bathilda Bagshot

o Magical Theory By Adalbert Waffling

o A beginner's guide to transfiguration By Emeric Switch

o One thousand magical herbs and fungi By Phyllida Spore

o Magical Drafts and Potions By Arsenius Jigger

o Fantastic beasts and where to find them By Newt Scamander

o The dark forces: A guide to self-protection By Quentin Trimble

Other equipment

o One wand

o One cauldron (pewter, standard size 2)

o One set glass or crystal phials

o One telescope

o One set brass scales

Students may also bring, if they desire, and owl OR a cat OR a toad.

Parents are reminded that first years are NOT allowed their own broomsticks.

Natasha couldn't help but cock her head in confusion at the last part. Broomsticks, really? Did witches and wizards really fly around on broomsticks? She suddenly found her very eager for the representative to visit. She was really excited now.

She couldn't sleep. The representative from Hogwarts was supposed to show up some time the next day and thoughts continued to run through her head keeping her awake. Firstly she was very curious about what this representative had to say. She wanted more details about her future school. Where was it? How would she get there? Was it a day school or was it a boarding school?

Part of her hoped it was a boarding school. Her father was a lawyer and there were days, weeks sometimes that she was basically left alone, except for the nanny Mrs. Stafford who never paid her any attention anyways. Her father always tried his hardest, but being a single father with that kind of career, even at her young age of 11, she knew it wasn't easy. Her mother had died giving birth to her, so her father was all she had. She understood not getting to spend every day with him.

Her thoughts drifted back to her questions. How long would she be attending the school? Was it just grades 5 through 9 like the local school? Was it all the way through to 12th grade? These were defiantly questions she would have to ask. And her school supplies, where was she to get all of those? She attempted to look up the book titles online but got nowhere, it was like they didn't even exist.

After thinking on that for a while she began to wonder if it was almost true. The letter had called her family Muggles, which meant non-magic. If there were non-magic people which clearly that was the case, then did the magical people use magic to for lack of a better word hide themselves? That was another question to be filled away to ask the representative.

Rolling over onto her side her eyes caught sight of the digital alarm clock sitting on her dresser on the other side of the room. The red read out stated that it was 2:30 in the morning. She knew she really needed to get some sleep if she was going to be even slightly up for this conversation later. Taking deep, steady, even breaths she was able to lull herself to sleep.