The Letter
The Brawny Owl flapped madly at the window, his beak which clutched a small looking envelope banging onto the glass. Anya was frozen to the spot, her mind spinning. Why would an owl be at her window? It was 2 in the afternoon, owls were meant to be nocturnal. The owl looked ready to come through the glass. Oh well!
Anya opened the window and the owl came through settling on the railing of her bed. It dropped the letter on to her bed, and hooted, clearly telling her to open it. Cautiously, Anya stepped toward the bed; it's only an owl she told herself. The owl hooted in encouragement and poked the letter with its beak.
Picking the envelope up Anya read the address planted on the front. "Anyana Riddle" she read "Front Bedroom, The Riddle Manor, Little Hangleton" well that was her address, but "Front Bedroom" how did they know which was her bedroom. She carefully broke the seal which was in the shape of a strange coat of arms and pulled out a smart looking piece of paper. She read...
"Dear Miss Riddle. We are pleased to inform you that you have a place at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry." A smile crept on to Anya's face, finally a way out of here she continued reading "Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment. " Anya looked; sure enough another piece of paper was in the envelope "Term starts on 1st September. A professor of the school shall arrive shortly to explain the situation." Oh dear, her father would be arriving home today; she could just imagine his reaction to a school wanting to teach her magic. A school wanting to teach her magic, Anya could have screamed with joy, she was going somewhere where they would accept and appreciate her power. She wouldn't be thought a freak and her father might learn to accept it, now she had proof.
Wait what if this was a trick. Anyana had heard about places where they locked up people they thought were mad. Where they were looked after by Doctors? Those Physcatrissy thingies, Professors? The letter was signed by a Professor McGonagall.
What if this was a ploy to get her to go there, the person coming to see her was he going to take her away? Yet how could they have known her address, her father... his new wife, Anya wouldn't put it past her, she wanted her out of the way, she had already heard her telling her father to send her to some sort of boarding school. Well she wouldn't go, they wouldn't trick her.
Suddenly Anya heard the sound of the front door being opened and voices in the hallway. Her father. The owl was still waiting expectantly on the bed, obviously waiting for an answer to the letter or a treat of some kind. "Stay there...please..." Anya said quickly and ran down to see her father and mother, clutching the letter in her hand.
"Daddy" Anya cried as she reached the hallway, where her father and Mrs Riddle stood telling the men where to take the bags etc.
"Anya, there you are, I missed you." He hugged her and spun her around. "What have you been up to when we were gone, not getting into trouble I hope." Anya smiled, but was brought back to earth by her stepmother's shrill voice.
"I'm sure she's been good Tom, what harm could she do." Tom straightened up and looked from his wife to his daughter. The air was becoming chilly.
"Well let's go into the sitting room, I'm sure Anya has lots to tell us." You bet she did.
"Hello is this Riddle manor" A short man wearing a strange sort of outfit poked his head round the door. "I'm looking for a Miss Anya Riddle and her fa- parents". OMG he's here, what timing.
Tom Riddle turned to face the man dressed in a blue suit with a green hat, what was he doing here, and what was he dressed like that for. "I'm Tom Riddle. This is my wife and daughter... who are you?" Though his tone was polite Anya caught the coldness in it.
"I'm Professor Humphrey, Mr Riddle; I'm here to talk to you and your new wife about a position in, the school where I work, for your daughter." He bowed slightly whilst saying this and Anya could see him reading the situation thoroughly.
"What school? Why Anya." Tom questioned quickly, Anya already had a placing for secondary school, in the village.
"Maybe we could take this conversation somewhere private Mr Riddle. I think I need to explain about Hogwarts a little better." The funny looking man stated. He looked at the Mr Riddle, his face had fallen wide open in shock and he looked like he wanted to run a mile. This should be interesting.