Any witches dream is to attend Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. When Phoebe Anne receives her Hogwarts letter, she is ecstatic! But why hasn't her sister received one too?
Join Phoebe on an adventure throughout the year, for there will b...
✨Authors Note✨ I changed the Cover of this book, only because the old one was just a drawing of mine and I have gotten better with making covers. I hope you all like the new one and I'll post the old one here! Okay lets get back to the story Now!
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Phoebe almost turned to run when the creaking grew louder, but with the creaking then came sobs, so she decided to walk closer instead.
"Ginger?" Phoebe asked.
"M-m-m-master?" A voice answered.
"Oh! It is you! Ginger, have you been alone this whole time-?" Phoebe asked. Ginger was a small house elf Phoebe had known since forever.
"Y-yes Master P-Phoebe," Ginger said, whimpering.
"Um, Ginger, if you dont mind, Have you seen Esme lately?" Phoebe said, trying to force a somewhat normal tone.
"OH-" Ginger said starting to sob.
Phoebe began to become worried once more. Surely nothing terrible had happened-
"Ginger...please..please stop crying, I need you to tell me all you know."
"Ginger...Ginger seen m-master Esmerelda...she.." Ginger trailed off.
"She what?" Phoebe asked wanting to know, but at the same time wishing she never heard this at all.
"She...she done all this!" Ginger said through sobs. "M-master Esmerelda...she maimed M-m-Master Joyce!"
Esme? Injure my mum? No...no she wouldn't-" Phoebe thought, crying.
"No..NO Ginger...Im sure youve seen it wrong, Esmerelda would never..." She said thinking.
Phoebe ran out of the house and down the street, running to try and catch the Knight bus once more. She had to talk to her mum more than ever now.
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For some reason, the Knight Bus, which was particularly fast, felt slower than ever now.
They were going to St. Mungos. She had to ask her mum...
When they had finally arrived at the giant clinic she raced to the front desk.
"I need to see Joyce Anne, please," Phoebe said.
The lady at the desk glanced at a piece of parchment nd told Phoebe, "Miss. Anne isnt permitted visitors at the moment dear,"
"Well what room is she in?"
"394."
"Thank you," Phoebe then said, racing up the staircase.
The lady looked as if she was going to stop Phoebe but then relaxed in her chair once more and said, "Thats not my job."
As Phoebe reached room 394 she burst in. What she saw was exactly what she expected to see, but imagining and seeing it were two completely different things.
