In The Beginning: First Year

CHAPTER 1: She's a Witch!

I was sitting at my desk doing homework when Mum called me to come downstairs. "Sweetheart, come here!" she yelled.
Sighing, I closed my laptop and walked downstairs. Sitting on the couch was an middle aged woman in an emerald robe. She looked... stern but kind? I looked at Mum and Dad, confusion evident in my eyes.
"Hello, you must be Hermione Granger. My name is professer McGonagall" she said, holding out her hand. Tentively, I shook it.
"Mum, what's going on?" I asked.

"She says she has news... and so I invited her in" Mum replied. "Professer, would you like to tell her the news? I think I will go get us all some tea".

The woman nodded her head. I sat down opposite her. "Now, this is going to be very hard to explakn. But essentially, you have magic in your blood, meaning you can do very special things. And I work at a boarding school called Hogwarts for people like you, and we want to teach you to use your magic at this school" she explained.
Silence.
Suddenly, I burst out laughing. "Mam, with all due respect,  this is the most stupid scam that I have heard of" I giggled.
Sighing, the woman whopped out a stick and waved it. I felt a strange sensation, as if I were floating. I looked down and screamed. I was flying!
At that moment, Mum walked in and screamed, smashing the cups she was holding.
McGonagall flicked her stick and i gently floated down to the couch.
"Believe me now?" She smirked.
I nodded, still shaken.
"What? What do you mean?" Mum asked. "I swear to God, if you did something to my girl-"
"Relax Madam, I did nothing. Here,  I will explain it all to you". And so she did, she told us about Hogwarts,  magic and this whole other world.
We sat there, silent.
"Mum...?"
"Honey, I will discuss this with your dad, ok? But McGonagall, I think... if she has magic... she needs to be able to control it".
"Wonderful. I will come back in a week to take you to Diagon Alley, assumkng that you will come to Hogwarts" McGonagall said, smiling.
I grinned at her. Just then, the front door opened and Dad walked in. "Who is this Monica?" He questioned.
Mum told me to go upstairs, and together her and McGonagall explained the predicament to my Dad.
I walked back up the stairs and opened my laptop back up. I tried to focus on my homework, but it was no use. I got out my phone and texted my best friend, Sarah. I didnt tell her I was a witch, I knew what McGonagall had said about the statute of secrecy between muggles and magic folk. But I told her how I was probably going to a boarding school for the scholarly, and how I was so excited. Sarah was, understandably,  upset. We talked on the phone for hours, laughing and crying. This was the beginning of something new... something amazing.