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danielle POV:

i awoke from my peaceful slumber by my darling mother waking me up at five thirty in the morning yelling about a bloody letter from some place called hogwarts. i sat up groggily and wlked out into the hall where she was shouting.

"whats up mother, are you ok" i said as kindly as i could.

"no i am bloody not, you didnt get accepted to the same school as your sisters, you are such a let down danielle maria claire jales!, you can go to this babaric school, but you will get into slytherin and make friends with the Black family, do you understand"

"yes mother, could i please read the letter or is it confidential for parents only"

"no you may not read it, i shall keep the letter and get your equipment for school, stay in your room and try not to kill anything again"

that hurt, my face dropped, i looked up at her but her eyes were pure black and full of hatred and anger so i walked away and into my jail, i mean room. i looked in my mirror, i was skinny but for some reason i had a massive arse even though i am only eleven. my light blonde hair reached the bottom of my back in messy waves. my eyes were dark blue and could change shade depending on my mood, no i am not a megamorphes. dark blue meant upset and confused. because i was. looking at my scar i realised that i was more tanned than my family, all my family were nearly white whereas i was a nice golden brown. i was also quite short and petite, whilst my family were more tall and slim, you could tell i was more curvy.

as i started to brush my hair i wonderd what this hogwarts would be like. when i had gotten changed into a black peplum top and some black skinny jeans (with black heels) i walked downstairs and made everyone breakfast before returning up to my room with the breakfast that i was aloud which was some greek yogurt and some fruit with a glass of water. oh god i cant wait for hogwarts t get here, i would be away from this abuse i get everyday. only one week till i go though.

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