A Hogwarts Rose Year 1

Chapter 2

Disclaimer:  I do not own Harry Potter, I just absolutely love it!

I woke early the next morning to the sounds of birds in the tree beside my window and I know a lot of people would find that annoying, but it was a lot better than waking up to my Father's screaming which (as always) soon followed.

Knowing that I wasn't going to get back to sleep any time soon I pushed back my blankets, walked over to my dressing table and sat down. Looking at myself in the mirror I saw that nothing had changed, I still had the same messy, frizzy honey-blonde hair that I did every other morning and my blue eyes were dull and sleepy. I grabbed my brush from next to the mirror and started battling to control my notty locks when I heard a tap on my window.

At first I ignored it, but then it started getting louder and more repetitious almost like someone getting impatient while waiting for someone else to answer the door. I wondered what it was so I turned around in my chair and froze when I saw an owl sitting on the window ledge knocking on the glass. It was a young barn owl and it had what looked to be a letter tied around it's leg, cautiously I got up and opened the window. The owl flew in and landed on my bed, I untied the letter from it's leg and started to read it:

Miss, Stephanie Partridge
Upstairs Bedroom
2 Richard Street
Surrey

Dear Miss Partridge,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.

Term begins September 1. We await your owl no later than July 31.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall,
Deputy Headmistress

That's impossible, witches and wizards aren't even real! Right? How did they know where my bedroom is and why write that as part of the address? It could just be a prank from one of the kinds at school I suppose, but if an owl brings me a letter then that's got to be saying something. So I ran downstairs to tell my parents, trying to think of a good way to say it as I went. I knew this wasn't going to be pretty and I was right; my father was slightly less than happy.

'WHAT!' Ok, seriously less than happy. 'There is no way you are going to this school; do you see the amount of stuff we have to buy? It will cost a fortune! Then there's the fact that you are a witch, I am not going to have you parading around like the freak show you are.' He fumed.

Yeah, you can probably tell by now that my father and I don't get on. He's hated me ever since I can remember, I hate him to for what he does to Mum. He treats the two of us as though we're inferior and orders us around as if he is the king and we are his lowly servants! Usually it's whatever he says goes but I'm taking charge on this matter, if that letter says I'm a witch then that's what I am so I'm going to Hogwarts whether he likes it or not.

'I am going. We have enough money to pay for these supplies and as for me being a freak show, you'd better watch your mouth or I'll use my magic on you.' I threatened angrily, even though I had no idea how to actually use magic. Instantly he fell silent, it made me happy that he finally felt some fear of me instead of the other way around.

'I agree with Stephanie, she should go to this school, so you'd best write a reply and send it back.' She smiled and I ran up stairs to my room. The owl was still sitting in the window waiting for my reply so I quickly grabbed some parchment and my quill and scribbled down my answer.

Dear Deputy Headmistress,

Thank you for the letter, I am pleased to reply that I will be coming when term starts this year.

Yours sincerely,
Miss Stephanie Partridge.

I then tied my letter to the owl's leg just like the original letter had been and it flew away out the window, then I continued with my morning routine and got dressed.

Sorry it's short, but don't worry the next one is longer.