The Arising Dawn | Book 1 of the Hogwarts Series |

Purple Day

There were light steps all over the house. Aurora was running back and forth from the couch to the door, always checking the mail box.

It was late. She thought.

Today was May 7. It was exactly five months since she had turned eleven years old. To her, she felt like a grown up just because she would go on the journey to become one. To become an exceptional witch.

"You're going to make a hole on the ground just by always stepping there."

She looked behind her and saw a tall man, with dark brown hair and light blue eyes, just like hers, watching her, carefully.

"It still hasn't come... Why?" She asked, sad, looking at him. "I won't be going, right?" Her eyes saddened even more. He gave her a smile.

"Of course it will come!" He shouted. "They would be fools to not want you as a student!" A big wide grin appeared on her face.

"You think so?"

"Did I stutter?" He asked, winking.

She ran to him and gave him a tight hug.

"My back." He fell on the floor, with her on top of him. "Now i'm going to die..." He closed his eyes and put out his tongue. "If only you knew a spell..." And he sighed.

She took out her invisible wand and coughed two times, pointing it to his back. "Brackium Emendo." She said. "There, you're healed." Of course she didn't actually perform the spell itself.

"I'm still hurt..." He said laughing. "Oh no! Now I don't have bones!"

"What? But I said it correctly. Isn't this the right spell?" She asked.

"It is a great spell, indeed, but a real hard one, and if you pronounce or execute it the wrong way, instead of fixing my bones, my bones would disappear from my body. This could just be fixed with binding and some splints." He clarified.

"Oh, all right. I know exactly the right spell to use!" She breathed deeply and then murmured "Ferula" while tapping his back.

Richard got up and lifted his arms and stretched his back.

"I'm all right now!" He said, grinning. "I'm a muggle, but I know spells better then you." He laughed.

"Yeah, I wonder why." She laughed. "And don't call yourself a muggle, isn't it weird?"

"Well, it's better then squib." He sighed, rolling his eyes.

"A what?" she asked, clueless.

"You're joking?" He asked, laughing. "Aren't you studying to be a witch?"

She blushed, embarrassed, hiding her face with her long black hair.

" A squib is someone who is born from magical parents, but turns out to be a non-magical person. My father was a wizard. He attended Ilvermorny, an American wizarding school. He was a Thunderbird. It's a good school."

"And grandma?" She asked, filled with curiosity. It was the first time her father talked so much about the wizarding world that she adores.

"Well, she was definetly a muggle. My father was American and my mother was British. When your grandfather graduated, he travelled to England and met my mother."

"Aurora, right?" She smilled, already knowing the answer.

"Yes." He poked her nose. "They fell in love and married. He couldn't return to America, so he became a British citizen, because the American government doesn't allow magical folk marry people without magical routs. Now only God knows where they are." He laughed. "They went on a journey around the world. The last time I recieved a postcard from them, they were in Scandinavia, visiting a friend at Durmstrang."