I stood there, not knowing what to do. I couldn't just take it from them, they'd already read it, it was too late. I wanted the ground to collapse and swallow me, I wanted to turn back time, I wanted to run away and never come back.

The house was so silent, my ragged and uneven breathing the only thing that could be heard. I looked at my parent's faces, fixated on the letter. My letter. They couldn't stop me from going, I was meant to be there.

I cautiously walked over to them. "Mum, Dad, I-"

"You're not going."

I stopped, and stood still. "W-what?"

My mum stood up. "You're not going."

I looked at her. "Well of course I'm going! You can't make me move with you! I won't! I am not going with you!"

"Hannah-!"

"No! I will not let you decide my life!" I picked up the letter. "This is where I'm meant to be! I'm special, I can't stay here! Don't you see? I-"

My father stood up. "Hannah Barnes! You listen to me! I will not have you leaving this family to go to some made up school in your imagination! You are coming with us to America whether you like it or not, young lady!"

I looked at my father, my hands curling into fists. I hated them both so much right now; I never wanted to come back to them ever again.

"This is real!" Tears were rolling down my cheeks. "Hogwarts is real! This is a real letter! This is my chance to be with the people I am meant to be with, people like me! I don't care what you think, or what you say, I am going to Hogwarts!"

My father started, but I ran from the room before he even had a chance. I ran up the stairs, rubbing tears from my face on my sweater sleeve.

I would leave now. I can't stay here anymore. I have to go.

I pulled out my trunk out from underneath my bed, and put on my hoodie. I had some spare cash from my birthday that I had saved up from last year in my trouser pocket. I grabbed my phone and stopped. I looked around my room and sighed. This was the last time I would ever see this place.

I looked at my shelves, feeling the emptiness that was already sinking in. I had to go.

I turned out of the room and walked downstairs, the suitcase bumping and clashing and making a very loud racket.

"Hannah? What the hell do you think you're doing?!" I heard my mother shout.

I left my suitcase at the bottom of the stairs and walked into the kitchen. My parents were still at the table, their faces filled with anger and grief. I snatched the letter from the table in front of them and walked back out into the hallway.

"Hannah! What are you doing? Get back here, young lady!" Shouted my father.

I carried on down the hallway, and slipped on my shoes. My parents ran out of the kitchen.

"Hannah! Get back here this instant!" My father screamed at me.

I looked at them. "I am never coming back here! This is the last place I ever want to go! I hate you both!"

I opened the door, grabbed my suitcase, and walked out. I heard the screams of my parents as I walked down the road. They got fainter and fainter until there was nothing but the sounds of rustling tree leaves and my heavy footsteps to accompany me.