We all wanted our story in Hogwarts. Now it's my turn. Here I am.


002: Flashback: Diagon Alley

My 11th birthday was a day that changed all my life. Next day, an other letter arrived, explaining how to get into the Diagon Alley to buy everything for studying in Hogwarts, so, the following week, we got ready to go. I was SO nervous...
We went to London and searched the specified pub, and maked the correct touches on the bricks. Suddenly, they moved and we saw a very, very big Alley full of people, magic things...
I was amazed! I wanted to run to see everything, but my parents told me to stay next to them and go first to buy the books. I remember the smell of that beautiful shop, full of books. Some of them were normal ones, others were magic, they spoke at me or maked strange noises.
We bought books, clothes, a pretty, little owl who I called Pimey (Darkness, because it is black with blue eyes ^^). And we went to buy a Wand, in a shop called Olivanders, but I knew the real owner was dead...So another person was working there. It was very, very difficult to find an apropiate wand for me. But we found one. Or, better said, it found me. It was 18 cm long, weeping willow wood and nucleus of unicorn hair. It was flexible, beautiful... I cannot discribe what I felt when it chose me.
We also bought a pass for Hogwarts Express. In Platform 9 3/4 (?)

...The story will be continued...It was all perfect, but sometimes, being a muggle-daughter can have some problems in magic society...


001: Flashback: Eleven again

I woke up the day of my eleventh birthday. I was excited, that way kids are. I stood up and I looked around, but I didn't see anything. There weren't any presents, 'cause it was only 7 o'clock in the morning, Saturday morning, so I opened my rooms door and I went to the kitchen. I turned up the lights and, suddenly, I saw something moving and making noises over the table. I screamed, so mi dads woke up and run to the kitchen.
They arrived to the kitchen. My mum and my dad were in pijama, but my dad was holding a hokey stick. It was a very funny scence, because the "thief" was a light brown owl, that looked at us wide-eyed. I laughed before I saw it was taking a letter in its claws.

-What's that?- Asked I, to nobody special.
I walked to the owl, who didn't move. I took the letter. "Miranda Waldorf, Street...."
I opened it and started to read. At first, I didn't understand anything. I turned around to look at my parents.

-Is this right, dad? Mum? Am I...A witch? -Asked I-You told me grandpa was inventing that story about Hogwarts and Harry Potter and so on. Was it? Was it a story?

My dad looked at my mum. Then they looked at me, and made me sit down. They did the same.

-It isn't invented- said mum, talking with very low voice.-Hogwarts exist, the grandparents of the father of you're grandpa went there, when it was very, very dangerous to be in that world...

I re-read the letter, smiling.

-She has to go, darling...
My parents were discussing of letting me go or not.

-Ok, she can go...-Mum gave up. She stood up to prepare hot chocolate, and I run to hug her.
This was only the begining of a magic and dangerous story, because things usually don't go as well they could...Let us see in the next chapter :)