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Author's Note: I apologize for any spelling errors. AU. No pairing as of yet. In this story, Harry Potter wasn't even born yet. The format on the letter is messed up.Please bear with me, ismessed up with the whole format thing and it doesn't make me all that happy, but whatever.REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW!

That Year
By: Nimmireth

Chapter 1: A Letter From Who?

Casey Novak, an eleven year old girl, was currently sitting on her bed reading The Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe. It was her favorite book and she hadn't read it since she was nine. This book brought her into a magical place where she could forget about the chaos of having four brothers and be plunged into a world of adventure, fantasy, and excitement. She was just about to get to her favorite part when she heard her name being called.

"Casey! Casey, honey! Will you go outside and get the mail for me while I go make lunch?" her mother asked.

She blinked and looked around her room. The white walls and ceiling were blinding; the blinds were open to allow sunlight to come in; her bed was unmade (she didn't see the point in making it) with three sky blue sheets all underneath a white quilt with flowers of many different colors; her wooden floor was nice and warm underneath a puffy, dark blue rug. She had a white set of bureau dreaus that contained shorts, shirts and undergarments and a large rectangular mirror hung vertically over them.

She looked over to her white, double-doored closet which kept all of her nice dresses for fancy occasions. One door was open and she could see her silk, lime-green dress that came with a flower. It was the dress that she wore to her brother, Justin's, high school graduation. She looked over onto her bedside table where there was a picture of her and her brother at the graduation. She was sitting on his lap with her arm around his shoulder and they were both smiling and holding his diploma. He later got accepted to Northwestern University in Evanston, Illinois and he was moving out next month. Even though school started in two months, he felt he needed to get acquainted with the campus before the start of the term. She was really going to miss him.

"Casey! Did you hear me? Could you go get the mail while I make lunch?"

Casey sighed and folded down the page that she was on. Leaving the book on the bed, she leapt off, brushed her shoulder length, bright red hair behind her ears and rushed down two flights of stairs to the sound of her mother's voice. She raced through the kitchen, the entrance hallway, and out the front door.

She dashed down the steps of the porch and took a shortcut across the grass inside of the U-shaped driveway. She finally arrived at the black, metallic mailbox that read "Novak" along the side in white letters. She opened it up: there was a crapload of mail. "Whoa!" she shouted. "That's a lotta mail!" She pulled it out of the box and began to flip through it. "Hmm…"she said. " Let's see here. Bill. Bill. Another bill. Another bill. College thing for Matt. College thing for Matt. College thing for Jason. College thing for Austin. Another college thing for Austin. G-d! What's wrong with these colleges? Why would they bother putting up with any Novak? Let alone any of my brothers."

Once she had finally gotten through all of the bills and college letter for her brothers, she came to a parchment paper like envelope written in green ink addressed to her. "Sweet," she said. "Mail for me!"

She went back inside, placed the mail that didn't belong to her on the kitchen counter, took her own mail up to her room and sat down on her bed next to The Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe. She stared down at the parchment envelope and the green letters spelling out her name and home address before turning it over. At the tip of the triangle was a reddish-brown sticker with a coat of arms: a lion, a badger, a falcon, and a python were all surrounding a big letter "H." What the heck could that mean? She wondered to herself.

She found the opening of the envelope and put a finger inside of it. She ripped it open with her finger and pulled out the letter that was inside:

HOGWARTS SCHOOL
Of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY
Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore
(Order of Merlin, First class, Grand Sorc.,Chf. Warlock,
Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)

Dear Miss Novak,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted
to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find
enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on September 1st. We await your owl by no
later than July 31st.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall,
Deputy Headmistress

The only thing running through Casey's head was what the heck? Who wrote this and do they really have that much time on their hands? Wait a minute, she thought. The only person who I know would do this is Emily. Yes, it's definitely from Emily. She then burst out giggling. The giggling then became a fit of hysterical laughter. The laughter lasted about one minute. She realized that she had started crying because of it. She wiped her eyes and took a deep breath. She put it on her bedside table to hang it up later; she was going to keep it. It had given her the best laugh in a long time.

SCENEANDTIMECHNAGETHING

The entire Novak family was seated at the kitchen table for dinner. Richard Novak, the father, was sitting next to his wife, Annalizabeth, and talking to her about the concept of Buddhism with her rapt attentiveness. The eldest brother, Justin, was in deep conversation with the next two brothers, Matt and Jason, about the Olympics. The last brother, Austin, and the youngest and only daughter, Casey, were talking rather rapidly about Band and Orchestra.

"You can't be serious, Austin! I have been playing the Viola for four years and the Oboe for two years and never have I ever said that any instrument sounds like a dying chicken!" she said.

"I swear it, Casey; you once told me that the Oboe sounds like a dying chicken!" Austin replied.

"Not true!" she exclaimed. "The day that I say the Oboe sounds like a dying chicken is the day that I go to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry!"

"What?" he asked. Although he wasn't the only one that spoke. Casey looked across the table and noticed that her mother's eyes grew wide and was staring directly at her. "What did you say?" Annalizabeth asked.

"I said," Casey began. "That the day I say that the Oboe sounds like a dying chicken is the day that I go to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."

"Where did you hear about Hogwarts?" Annalizabeth wondered.

One of Casey's eyebrows went towards her hairline while the other moved closer to her eye. "Mom, it's nothing; I just got this letter that said that I was accepted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I thought that my friend Emily sent it to me as a joke. I thought it was funny," Casey told her.

Annalizabeth looked down at her now empty plate, her eyes still wide. "Mom, what's up?" Matt asked, now that his mother had caught the attention of the entire family.

She took a deep breath. "Nothing," she told them. "Nothing, I'm fine."

SCENEANDTIMECHANGETHING

Now the Novak family was seated in the family room around the television watching a rerun of ER. The lights were turned off and the colors from the T.V. were flashing around the room. Casey thought it was rather hypnotizing and was falling asleep on Matt's shoulder. Everyone else was riveted to the screen in fear that they would miss something, even though it was a rerun.

Finally, the episode ended. The lights were turned on and the T.V. was turned off. Everyone was standing up and getting ready to go to bed. Casey woke up, rubbed her light green eyes and yawned. Matt took her hands and helped her up off of the couch. They were all going their separate ways when Annalizabeth's voice stopped them.

"Uh, guys? I think there's something I should tell you…"