I sigh in annoyance as my little brother chucks his stuffed animals at me, followed quickly by smashing me over the head with a pillow. "Cut it out!" I snap at him, storming upstairs to my room. He giggles and begins to knock on the door. Ugh. typical inconsiderate family. "Come play with me Gemma!!" He wines
"No. Go away." I snap at him
"Muuuuum" he cry's "mommy, Gemma won't play with meee" he cry's
"I'm busy" I yell, annoyed
"Gemma we're going over to mr and mrs Danika's place to pick up some flowers, will you be alright for half an hour?" My mom asks as I groan.
"I have to baby sit!?" I complain
"Only for half an hour!"
"Ugh. Fine."
I hear the door close and the sound of wheels on our driveway a quick honk and that's it. In my head I count down the three seconds of quiet until Tim starts to pester me. 3... 2....1...
"GEMMA!!!!" He screams running up the stairs to where I sit on my bed "Gemma come play with me!"
"No."
"Why" he whines
"I'm busy"
"No your not!"
"Yes I am."
He grumbles and goes back downstairs. I open up a book and begin to read. I love books! Their so amazing! This ones about the history of Antarctica! I flip through the pages eagerly trying to find my place. "Gemma!" Tim shouts from somewhere downstairs "gems there's a birdie in the kitchen!"
"Awesome" I call back.
"Gemma! Come see the birdie!"
"I'm busy Tim!" I shout very annoyed
About five minutes later I hear the sound of breaking China. Uh oh i think to myself that can't be good.
I put down my book and head downstairs. "Timmie wha-WHAT THE HELL GET THAT THING OUT OF HERE!!" A large brown owl is perched precariously on the Handel of a pot. It's huge yellow eyes fixate on me and it holds out its leg with a cocky air of authority.
Tied to its leg, just above its dangerous looking talons, is a letter. Concerned that the letter might be weighing the bird down and effecting its flying. I edge towards the bird terrified as I eye its massive beak. "Gems the birdie broke the plates" says Tim Emerging from under the table with a handful of plate pieces. "Don't get cut" I warn.
The bird Stands steadily as I nervously edge towards it. Slowly, hands shaking I untie the letter and walk backwards until I'm quite far away from it.
I open the windows as wide as they go and attempt to lure the owl outside.
It won't budge. Instead it makes an indignant noise and flutters to the top of the fridge glaring down at us with its massive yellow eyes.
Neither me or Tim know what to do so we sit down to watch tv. Waiting for our parent so come back.
The click of the lock announces their Arrival. I jump up to go tell them about the owl. But before I'd even so much as walked one step there's a loud scream from the kitchen. Oh crap.
I enter the kitchen. Moms pressed up against the wall. Flowers clutched to her chest and dads staring at the owl like it might explode. "It's just an owl guys calm down" I laugh
"Did it have anything with it?"
Dad asks in quiet voice
"Just some letter tied to its leg" I reply picking up the letter and handing it to him. Suddenly mom burst into tears and begins to sob louder and louder
"Mom, it's okay. The bird hasn't attacked any of us" start, concerned
her soft, amber eyes find mine. And with a soft splutter she whispers,
"Your a witch"
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Hermione's sister
FanfictionSo this is about Hermione's sister. And it's the fourth year at HOGWARTS but hermiones sister is 1st year. this fanfiction is based on the Harry Potter BOOKS NOT the movies, so some things might be a little different if you haven't read the books.
