You Must Be a Prewett

Chapter 1

I zipped though the air, just half the field to go.

James swerves out in front at me, but I'm ready for a move like this. In the blink of an eye, I'm under him and race towards the goal posts.

I'm faster than most on a broom, so in no time at all, I've scored.

I turn to James, a wicked grin on my face.

"Best out of twenty? I've scored 8 times on you in the last ten minutes!"

"Brag much?" He says, pretending to pout. "We both know I've been letting you win."

"Oh yes, you can tell by how quick you are to jump to excuses every time I win."

He sighs, but grins.

"Lunch?"

I nod and follow down to the ground.

After propping our brooms up against the side of his huge mansion of a house, we head over to his porch, leading into the kitchen.

Mrs. Potter is bustling around, fixing lunch. Her long brown hair is tied in a neat bun on the back of her head.

She turns to us, smiling.

"Just in time you two!"

Grinning, we plop down at the table as she places two sandwiches in front of us.

As we begin to eat Mrs. Potter opens a window.

"You two have the right idea playing outside when the weather is this good." She says, before jumping back in surprise. I look up just in time to see two large barn owls swoop into the room.

James jumps up abruptly, and dash's to the owls. He takes the first letter and, to my surprise, flings it in my direction, before grabbing the second letter and tearing it open, his mother looking over his shoulder.

I stand up and grab the letter from where it was laying in front of my plate.

Slowly, I take a look at the large envelope. Oh my Merlin.

"Hogwarts!" James yells, pumping the envelope in the air.

Hogwarts. I couldn't go there. Oh no. I couldn't. I'd just be a burden. A threat.