~𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕷𝖆𝖘𝖙 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕭𝖑𝖆𝖈𝖐𝖘~ A HARRY POTTER FANFIC

~What's Hogwarts?~ Chapter 1

Today was my 11th birthday, the years had come and gone quick as ever.

"Blow out your candles!" Mrs. Parks said, pointing at the lit thin pieces of wax. "And dont forget to make a wish!"

I loved my family more than anyone, but I frequently thought about who I really was.
Did my mother and father abandon me? Had they forgotten about me? Did they love me?

I would constantly make up stories about my mother being some sort of magical being, my father a courageous dragon slayer.

It made me feel like they had left me for some noble reason of some kind.

But in reality, they probably just left me at the orphanage withoout a second thought, simply because they didnt need me.

Dont think like that, I thought to myself. but it was hard not to.

And so i wished to know who my family was, and what happened to them. Even if it was something simple.

I blew out the candles, while Mrs. and Mr.Parks clapped and hugged me.

"And here is your present," Mr. Parks said as he handed me a small box.

Inside was a locket, with us 3 on the inside.

"So we will always be there for you, everywhere you go," Mrs. Parks said.

A single tear shed down my cheek. I tried to wipe it before they could see, but they had already seen and drowned me in hugs once again.

"Dear," Mr. Parks said pointing at the mail slot in the door. "I believe Nova has recieved a birthday letter."

He picked up a small tan envelope. It had a red wax seal stamped perfectly on the back.
I opened it carefuly, sure to not rip the beautiful seal.

Inside, written in green ink, was an acceptance letter for something called Hogwarts.

There was also a list attached labeled:
A list of materials you will need this term.

What the heck is this about? I thought, reading the list.

There were all sorts of magical items like a cauldron, wand, and potion ingredients. I knew exactly who was behind this.

Joana Peterson had made it her goal in life to make sure I was miserable at school. Her and her cronies would make fun of me loads, saying I was a witch.

As much as she thought it hurt me to say that I was a witch, it didnt sound so horrible to me.

I could hex her all I wanted.

"What does it say?" Mrs. Parks asked, with a bright smile on her face.

"Its nothing, just some kids at school pulling another prank." I said, trying to stay enthused for them. Mrs.Parks was the kind of person who cried when you were upset. I didnt feel like making her cry at the moment.

"Oh." Mr. Parks said, clearly pitying me.

I tore the letter and threw it into the bin. I didnt feel like dealing with Joanas prank at the moment.

We started eating the cake. I glanced up at Mrs. Parks and smiled reassuringly.

What if that letter had been real? I thought. What if I really was a witch? That would explain why I woke up a bit above the surface of my bed the other day...

I brushed off the thought.

***

The next day I had two more letters arrive. But this time it wasnt through the post slot....

It was by owl.

I started to think. This was a lot of work to pull off a prank. Ecspecially for someone like me.

Nonetheless, I threw the letters away just as I had done the day before.

But to my great surprise 3 owls came the next day, and the day after that there were 6. And whats more, is every time, the owls were different.

I decided to confront Joana, and ask what in the world she had done to pull this off.

I grabbed my backpack and slung it over my shoulder as always, going straight for my classroom. Joana was always first there.

When she arrived I pulled out one of the letters showing it to her.

"Why in the world do you keep sending these to me?" I asked. "And where are you getting all the owls?"

Joana looked at me as if I was mad.

"The witch's madness has finally boiled out of the cauldron I see," she said, reading the letter. There was a glint in her eye, telling me that she really hadnt done it.

"What on earth makes you think I would make this much effort to prank you?" Joana said, a smirk playing out on her lips.

I didn't answer. Instead, my mind took over and Joana's face shifted to look much uglier.

"Have a wonderful day, Joana," I said smirking as the rest of the students came in.

Let's just say Joana didnt have the greatest reaction.

***

It was a a week later and the letters kept coming. I decided that it was stupid of me to ignore them, and so I wrote back to someone named Proffesor Mcgonagall.

______________________________________

Proffessor McGonagall,

I am sorry to inform you that I have no clue what on earth Hogwarts is. Why do you keep sending me letters, and why are they being delivered by owls?

If this is a prank, haha very funny.

Sincerely, Nova Parks
______________________________________

I folded up the letter and placed it into a regular old white envelope. There must have been 60 owls crowding my roof and house.

I simply set the letter infront of the owl and said, "Go on, deliver it."

To my great surprise the owl did as it was told and flew off into the distance.

Okay then.