Ghost Girl

Hogwarts Letter

A/N I don't own anyone but Celosia, and maybe one other minor character. J.K. Rowling owns everyone else.

I had just finished cleaning the grimauld Place 12 house, well as well as possible... I really only cleaned my room, I started cleaning the dusty hallway, lost in my thoughts.

It was my birthday today, 11.

Yay. . . .

Not that anyone cares, except maybe my brother. . . .

But he can't tell the date in Azkaban.

"Miss Black, you should let Kretcher clean, Miss shouldn't clean." The Black house elf said.

I looked down at Kretcher and smiled a soft, fake smile.

I shook my head lightly, and saw a letter in Kretcher's hands.

I tilted my head to the side in a questioning manner.

"Oh! Miss got a letter." Kretcher answers handing me the letter.

I smiled, yet another fake smile, and took the letter.

Once I read the top, I immediately set the letter and started fiddling with my necklace.

I would never, could never, go to that place.

Hogwarts.

The school my family went to.

The school that broke my family apart.

"Miss should go, it's safe there." Kretcher said sensing my inner conflict.

I slowly nodded my head, I might as well learn more magic even though I already know a lot of advanced magic.

I tilted my head towards kretcher and signed a message to Kretcher.

'Can you get my stuff for me, I'll get the robes and wand, you get the rest.'

"Of course, miss" Kretcher says and disapeared with a snap.

I quickly go to get some Gallons, Knuts, and Sickles.

I then go to my room and change, then walk to the fireplace in my room.

I throw the floo-powder and as I step in I focus on the leaky cauldron, when I open my eyes I'm in the leaky cauldron.

I quickly pull my hood on so no one recognizes me. . . .

Or. . . .

Recognizes my black hair, and grey eyes.

Just as I was about to leave to go to diagon alley when I heard a slightly familiar voice, that I heard when I went into the Forbidden Forest.

"Can't, Tom, I'm on Hogwarts business,"

I turn to see Hagrid, with his hand on the shoulder or a boy my age, with black hair, green eyes, glasses and what looks like, a lightening shaped scar on his forehead.

"Good Lord," Tom said, Peering at the boy, "is this - can this be -?"

The entire area suddenly became silent and I stepped into the shadows interested in what will happen next.

"Bless my soul," whispered old Tom. "Harry Potter. . . . what an honour."

I watched in amusment everyone came up to shake his hand.

After ten minutes of looking for a chance to escape unseen, I walked back to the entrance to Diagon Alley.

Only five seconds later, Hagrid and the boy-who-lived as everyone called him, walked out, I immediately stepped to the side to let them through.

They didn't even notice me, good.

They were talking about why a 'Proffeser Quirrel was stuttering, as Hagrid looked for his umbrella disguised broken wand.

"Two up. . . Three across. . ." Hagrid muttered. "Right, stand back, Harry."

Silly Hagrid, it's three up, two across.

"Why ain't it workin'?" Hagrid muttered again.

I stepped out of the shadows and stepped loud enough, they could hear me.

Hagrid turned around fast, hopeing no one saw his umbrella-wand.

"Who-wait you'r that girl, from the forest!" Hagrid says.

I nodded my head, and walked to the wall tapping different blocks, three up, two across.

The wall started shifting and moving, once it stopped Harry looked to where the girl was to see her gone!

A/N Thank you so much if you actually read this it means a lot, I'm having a bit of a writers block so I'm sorry if I don't updating much but I'll try!