Prophecy [h.p]

1. Letters and Tea

Mr and Mrs Jameson, of number fifteen, Wayne Rd, were the most successful hotel in all of England. The hotel was sworn to be haunted. It was a tourist attraction.

The lights would flicker, bed sheets flew off of people in the middle of their sleep, and mysterious sounds could be heard from within the walls. There was a plaque on the front of the hotel that read:
"Abandon Hope Ye Who Enters Here".

Nobody knew the story of those who "died" there. Some would tell folktales about it, but nobody except for three people knew the story of how things could movie about in the hotel.

Those three were Mr and Mrs Jameson and their adopted child Anna Kay. They would never tell a solitary soul about their secret. Anna Kay was special. She knew that she was magical.

Mr Jameson would tell her stories about his brother who attended a school for children just like Anna. One evening he sat the tyke on his lap in front of an open fire.

"Tell me another story! Please, oh please!" Begged young Anna.

"Oh fine. Just one more before bed." He spoke, giving in.

Mr Jameson went on to tell the story that Anna knew from heart. A large, stone castle lit by candles taught people from all over the world. They weren't ordinary, no. These people had abilities that no regular person did.

Anna Kay didn't care how many times she'd heard the story. She always reacted as if it was the first time she'd ever heard of it.

Magical books that read themselves to you, elves that prepared some of the best dishes in the world, candy that could make your skin turn green, frogs of chocolate that could jump at you. Candies, pranks, and other magical things.

"Tell me about Voldemort again!" She said eagerly.

Mr Jameson's eyes widened and he put his fingers to his lips. "Don't say that. He who shall not be named is dead and that's all you should care about. You're safe." He got up and carried her to her bedroom.

"You need sleep, anyways, Little one." He laid her down on her bed and began tucking her in.

"Daddy?"

"Yes?"

"Will I ever get to go to Hogwarts?"

"One day, bird. When you're older." He pressed a kiss to her forehead. "Now. Sleep."

And Anna Kay did. She slept and had wonderful dreams about her future school.

Five Years Later

"Wake up, you little bugger." Mrs Jameson tickled the sides of Anna Kay until she woke. "You've got to help with the mail."

Something about the smirk on her face was mischievous. Something was definitely going on behind the scenes. Even 11 year old Anna Kay could tell. Nevertheless, she got out of her comfortable bed and slid on some comfortable slippers.

"Hurry. Your father is getting anxious." She carried on.

When Anna entered the room she looked around to find a stack of mail sitting on a long brown table in the dining room. She was instructed to go through the mail.

Her mother had a gold-painted teacup in her hand, taking small sips. It was obvious that she was only doing this to hide the grin that crept on her lips.

It was confusing why they were intently watching her. She'd assumed that they had bad eggs this morning for breakfast. Their eyes followed her to the table.