Chapter 1: The Heir
An alarm clock sounded in the room, making a young girl stir. This girl had long brown hair and sparkling blue eyes that looked for the alarm clock and shut it off. The girl groaned as she marked off yesterday’s date from her calendar. Today was the 4th of August; her 11th birthday. She sighed as she walked down the stairs. Her parents were already gone. They had to work on her birthday and they wouldn’t be home from the Ministry until 5:30 at night. Kiara walked down the staircase when she heard the morning post arrive. She opened the door and picked up the post. After she said the usual good morning to the Post Man, she walked back inside and made her breakfast. She sat down and flicked through the channels on the TV. There was nothing of interest on – unless you count the morning news which she watched every morning anyway. They were still looking for a man that possibly drowned in the River Thames.
“Serves you right for swimming at the dead of night,” she thought scathingly. Kiara flicked through the letters; one for her father, two for her mother, one addressed to both of them, and one for… her? Addressed to her in green ink, it read:
Miss Kiara Gryffindor
27 Cubitt Street
Near King’s Cross Station
London
Kiara pushed the other letters aside and opened hers. She was fascinated by the wax seal, so she tried to keep that as intact as possible.
“Huh, ‘Near King’s Cross Station’. That totally narrows things down,” Kiara said, rolling her eyes with a mischievous grin. She opened the first piece of, what looked like, parchment and read what was inside. In the same green ink,
HOGWARTS SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY
Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confederation of Wizards)
Dear Miss Gryffindor,
We are pleased to inform you that you have a place at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 31July.
Yours Sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress
Her owl? What on earth did that mean? Suddenly, a smart tawny owl flew through the window. He wore a small collar like ring around his neck and stuck its chest out importantly.
“I suppose that I have to send my answer back with you do I?” Kiara asked the handsome bird. The bird gave a hoot which she took as a yes. Kiara thought for a minute. What would her parents say?
“Can you stay here until 6:00 tonight?” she asked again, hoping the same hoot would come from the bird. The owl looked distinctly ruffled but hooted the same way and made itself comfortable.
