Authors Note: I must apologize for uploading this chapet again. I realized today that I had originally posted the unedited version. I am so sorry! I will try to do better next time. I also would like to apologize for not updating for so long between the first post and the second. I had severe writer's block and laziness. In the future I shall try my hardest to update weekly or bi-weekly. I would like tp thank those of you who have followed or favourited this story, you rock! I would also like to profusely thank my only reviewer, reBEllS14. You rock Mars Bar! Oh, also I would appreciate if you checked out her story, 'Her Eyes'. It is a gret Avatar: The Last Airbender story! Thank you for hopefully making it through this long ramble of an A/N:))

Chapter 2

"Get in here you little brat!", yelled John Hayworth.

Ugh, I was still asleep when I received this rude, but not uncommon awakening. Still in a haze, I got up, dressed, and made my way upstairs from my basement abode.

I took in my surroundings for a quick moment. The carpet was an ugly mustard yellow and the walls avocado green. The small two bedroom house was in a nice suburban neighborhood just outside of London. Neighbours would talk if they knew what really went on in the Hayworth household, but they don't. They think that Rita and John are angels for adopting little Josephine when she was just a newborn.

"It's a pity and a sin that she doesn't quite fit in, but she really is a funny girl.", this is commonly said when the neighborhood hags get together for tea.

Any who, back to the problem at hand. During my little daydream I missed my 'parents' yelling at me the pay attention to them, so what jolted me out of this daze was a swift slap across my cheek. I stayed silent having learned that speaking during a beating only makes them angrier.

"You got something in the mail. Why anyone would send you anything is beyond me.", screeched Rita.

'Hmm,' I thought. 'This is strange, she's right who would send me anything?'

Taking the letter I said my thanks then asked if I could go to my room. I was told yes, but I better not try to sneak out again. After I assured them I would not be attempting escape, I retreated to my room. I through myself across my 'bed', which was really just a grungy old mattress on the concrete floor of the small unfinished basement. Examining the letter I discovered a wax seal like you read about in books. It was so beautiful that I almost didn't want to break it, but ultimately my curiosity overruled this feeling and I opened it. Inside there was a long piece of...parchment? That was weird, who used parchment anymore? The letter was addressed to

Ms. J Hayworth

The nasty little basement, 2134 Alexander's Grove Lane

London, England

Hogwarts School

of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore

(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock,

Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)

Dear Ms. Hayworth,

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 equipment.

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

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress

Hogwarts School

of Witchcraft and Wizardry

UNIFORM

First-year students will require:

sets of plain work robes (black)

plain pointed hat (black) for day wear

pair of protective gloves (dragon hide or similar)

winter cloak (black, with silver fastenings)

Please note that all pupil's clothes should carry name tags.

COURSE BOOKS

All students should have a copy of each of the following:

The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 1)

by Miranda Goshawk

A History of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot

Magical Theory by Adalbert Waffling

A Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration by Emeric Switch

One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi

by Phyllida Spore

Magical Drafts and Potions by Arsenius Jigger

Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them

by Newt Scamander

The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection

by Quentin Trimble

OTHER EQUIPMENT

1 wand

1 cauldron (pewter, standard size 2)

1 set glass or crystal phials

1 telescope

1 set brass scales

Students may also bring and owl OR a cat OR a toad.

PARENTS ARE REMINDED THAT FIRST YEARS ARE NOT ALLOWED THEIR OWN BROOMSTICKS

After reading this my first thought was, "This has to be some sort of joke the Hayworth's are playing on me. It just has to. I can take the beatings and name calling, but this is just too much. I have to see Andie as soon as possible!", so I quickly devised a way to break my promise and sneak out of the house. After sneaking out through the back door(I mean really, those two must have bowling balls for brains), I ran two blocks to Andie's large two story house. I was now faced with the dilemma of getting in the house without her parents knowing seeing as it was ten o'clock at night. I picked up a light stick, so as not to break her window, and tossed it up to get her attention. After waiting a smidge, Andie came to the window sporting her attempt at a scowl.

"What do you want Jo?"

"I need to come up right this instant!", was my fervently whispered reply.

"Fine, let me open the side door for you. Be quiet!"

I walked with as much stealth as I could muster in such a dire situation as this one. By the time I arrived at the door Andie was there, waiting for me.

" Come on in and be quick about it. We'll go up to my room and talk in the closet."

I silently followed her up the stairs leading to all of the childrens' rooms, three in total. Upon arrival, I sat down in her large closet and began my newest tale of woe. Finishing this tale with,

"And that is why I am here in your closet when we both should be in bed."

Andie was silent for a moment, then quickly got up, left the closet, and returned momentarily with an oddly familiar letter clutched in her hand.

"Is that what I think it is?"

"Yes, I received a letter of acceptance to this Hogwarts as well."

"This is bloody insane Andie! Now those bastards are taunting you too? I can't take this much longer!" I exploded.

"Shh, calm down Josephine! I do not think that this is a joke. You seem to have forgotten that your 'parents' do not even know that I exist let alone that we are best friends. I think that these letters are real. As soon as I found the letter in my mail box I went to the library and did some research. Apparently, there is a small group of people that believe in wizardry and it is said that Hogwarts is a school for young Witches and Wizards to train. I think that we are wizards Josie, I really do."

I was dumbstruck, but of coarse that only lasted for a moment before I replied.

"If we really are wizards then why have we not noticed, and why are we the only ones in our families?" I asked in what I thought of as my 'duh' voice.

"Well, I think that I am an abnormality, which has been documented, according to my research I would be called a 'Muggle Born'. Muggle is what they call non-magical humans. You, my dear Josephine, are most likely a half-wizard. You do not know who your real parents are, therefore, I believe that either your mother or your father is, or was, a wizard. We are truly different, just like we always said we were!"

" Even if we really are witches, how will we get to this school and where will we acquire the necessary items to attend. I don't know about you, but I have never seen cauldrons, or wands, or any of those books they mentioned in the letter. I don't have any money either, and that brings us to another point, our parents. They don't know anything about this as far as we know. Don't you think they would have told us by now if they knew we were wizards? Well, maybe not mine, but definitely yours. What do you have to say to that?"

"My parents are aware of my research and letter and have told me that there has always been a rumour that somewhere down the line, many centuries ago, there was a wizard in my family, a White Wizard whatever that means. My mother has accepted this as fact, but my father thinks me a freak. After a long, drawn out argument, his desire for everyone in the family to be the best won over his doubt, and I was permitted to attend if I can find the needed materials."

"Well, that's wicked, but how will you get these materials and how will I even get permission?"

"We will just have to think and I am sure we can figure out a solution."

After Andie said this we fell into a somewhat uncomfortable silence, each trying to think of a solution to this problem. Minutes felt like hours and at around eleven o'clock, there was a knock on the window. We both jolted violently at this soft sound that, in our silence, sounded like a jackhammer. Leaving the closet we ventured to the window only to see and owl with some sort of paper in his break. However odd it seemed, it was the most normal thing that had happened to us that night, so we let it in Andie's room. It nipped my hand until I opened it and then it placed the paper in my palm, hooted, and left. The letter was addressed to Ms. J Hayworth and Ms. A Rodriguez, The abnormally large closet of Ms. Rodriguez, 8491 Livermore Avenue, London, England. It was strange how our letters form earlier and now were addressed to exactly where we were at the moment, but that was just more madness to add to our new discovery. The letter was from the Headmaster of Hogwarts, Albus Dumbledore. It read:

Dear Young Misses,

I have just come to the startling realization that the both of you must be rather skeptical about the letters you received earlier. I must apologize for the callous way I have handled this situation. In this letter I have enclosed all that is necessary for you to purchase your supplies. An employee of sorts will be at Ms. Rodriguez's house to escort you to Diagon Alley, where he will help you shop and acquaint you with the wizarding world. I will assume that you will tell your escort if you do not wish to attend Hogwarts, though I am sure you will make the right decision. The same escort will take you to the train station the day you shall depart for the beginning of term.

Sincerely,

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore (Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)

"Well," I said, "I guess this solves our problem."

"Yeah, I guess it does."