AUTHOR'S NOTE:

Aidan and I wrote this long, long ago right after the fifth book came out.

The volumes get better as they go on.

Personally, the third one and on are my favorites, but I have a fondness for these first two.

Since the new HP movie came out, I figured I'd post this back up in chapters and stuff since this was the first story I ever had up on this account, but I took it down.

So here it is.

=D

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I had had the best summer in a very long time, but it had been ruined when my mother told me that I could no longer go to the school that I had been going to. I was crushed, but let's start at the very beginning, shall we?

My name is Lana Langston, and I am from New York City, New York. I have a mother and a father, and an Uncle Albus. I lived in a large house with about six pets, and I have a younger sister named Chelsea and an older brother named Scottward who went to school in England, but we never saw him since my Uncle looked after him.

When I was 11, I got a letter from my uncle, written in green ink, with a weird seal on it. I didn't really know what to make of it, but I took it from my mother and opened it slowly.

"You have been chosen to attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry? But Mom, there's no such thing…is there?" I asked her.

She smiled. "You know your Uncle?"

I nodded. "Yeah, Uncle Albus. He's the uncle I always hear about and occasionally see on holidays, and happens to be related to my father and he's my uncle. So yeah…I know my uncle."

"Well, he's a wizard." She told me calmly.

My jaw dropped. "Uncle Albus is a wizard?"

Chelsea smiled. "Can he do spells and stuff?"

My mother nodded. "He's even the Head master at Hogwarts, which is where Scott goes."

"But…but…wow." I finally said.

My mother nodded, and handed me a pet cage with the most adorable cat ever in it. I took her out and nuzzled her with my face. She couldn't be any more than 7 weeks old. She was a black cat with a white area around her nose, and white paws.

"I want a cat." Chelsea said. "How come Lana gets one?"

"She needs it for school. I'm sure that you'll get one next year." Mother assured her.

"I'll name her Arwen." I said.

Chelsea laughed. "That's a great name for a cat."

"Hey. It's my cat and I'll name her what I want." I said.

"Your Uncle thought that you would need her. She could help you to carry mail and such. I see no problems with her. She's quite friendly, and I think that you'll do just fine." My mother assured me.

"So I'm actually going to magic school?" I asked again.

Mom nodded. "You're a witch, Lana."

"Am I a witch too, Mommy?" Chelsea asked.

"Why of course." My mother said.

"But why are we moving?" I asked.

"Your dad and I got new jobs, and now Scott can live with us." My mother told me.

I just sighed, and took Arwen inside. "Matty's gonna get it when I see him. What kind of brother is he?"

Let me explain—my brother's full name is Scottward Matthew Langston, and I call him Matty for short. Chelsea calls him Scottward to make him angry, and everyone else just calls him Scott.

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I had never realized how much it took to move. Dad had to sell the house, which was on the market for a week, and then he had to buy one in England, which took another week. I had to say goodbye to all of my friends too.

"So they're just moving you out like that?" Sara asked me.

Sara Jenkins had been my best friend since third grade. I had told her everything, and we hung out all the time. I was going to miss her a lot, but I was also really excited about going to Hogwarts. I mean, who wouldn't be excited if they had just found out that they were a witch?

I shook my head. "Dad got a new job offer. I've known about it for weeks. I just can't believe it."

She nodded. "It's hard."

"Yeah, it is." I agreed. "One minute we're all having a birthday party for me, and the next I'm moving to a completely different continent!"

Sara nodded. "But England is pretty cool. I've read about it."

Yes, Sara was a bookworm. I suppose that I was too, but not as much as Sara. I hadn't ever really been the one to pick up something from a book and have it readily at hand. Funny how those things work, huh? Though that would change eventually.

"I'll take your word for it. I mean you and I have always said that we would go to Europe together one day, but I had never thought that I would move there." I admitted.

"But I mean, your dad has a new job. That's a good thing. He's happy about this one at least."

It was true. My dad had had all kinds of jobs, but I could tell that this one was meaningful to him. He was really excited about it, yet he seemed to dread it too. I guess that was common though, because it was a new job and everything.

"I promise I'll write you." I told her.

"You had better. If you don't, I'll be afraid that you forgot the little people." Sara teased.

I hugged her, and then her mother picked her up, and I cried.

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Then I had to pack all of my things. That took a while in itself, and then there was the transportation of the pets, and the driving, and it was all driving me bonkers. Then Chelsea came in and told me that she had her stuff packed, so she would help me with mine. It was a kind and loving gesture, so I let her help, and then we were ready to go.

"Goodbye house." I said in the car. "Goodbye New York. Goodbye America."

"Don't be such a Drama queen." My mother told me.

I pouted. "So we're really going to England?"

"Yes, Lana. We've been over this many, many times." My father told me.

I nodded. "I know, I know. I'm just still confused about the whole thing. I just want to either wake up and it all be a dream, or get there and start my new life already."

My parents smiled.

"Be patient, Lana." My father said.

I smiled, and then turned to Chelsea.

"Want to play cards?" I asked.

She nodded, and I took out my deck and we played.

Once we got to the airport, one of my other uncles showed up and said that he would make sure that our car got to our new home. He was getting to London by Ferry. Chelsea and I hugged him and then followed our parents onto the plane. I hugged Arwen to me, because I had jittery feelings in my gut. My parents smiled to reassure me, but it wasn't helping.

We got onto the plane and flew to London, where we got out and my father took us to our new house. We dropped off the pets with our aunt who was going to stay there while my parents took Chelsea and I to Diagon Alley.

"What is Diagon Alley?" I asked.

"It's where we'll find your school supplies." My mother told me.

I looked at my father. "I never thought in a million years that Uncle Albus was a wizard. Since he's your brother, does that make you a wizard too?"

My father nodded. "Whatever tipped you off?"

I frowned—my Dad thought he was soooo funny.

"Daddy! Be serious!" I told him.

He laughed. "Yes, I am a wizard. Your Uncle is my older brother. I went to Hogwarts myself when I was younger."

I smiled. "Really?"

"Yes. I was in Gryffindor." He said. "I met your mother at Hogwarts. She was in Ravenclaw."

I smiled at my mother. "You're a witch?"

She nodded. "I was the top in all of my classes."

"So, what are Gryffindor and Ravenclaw?" I asked them.

"They're the houses at Hogwarts. Each child is sorted into them, when they get there. There is also Slytherin and Hufflepuff." My father said.

"Oh. So which one will I be in?" I asked.

"Well, that's up to the Sorting Hat. It reads your thoughts, and puts you into the House according to your character." My mother told me. "Knowing you, you'll probably be in Gryffindor or Ravenclaw."

Dad leaned over. "Because they have no house for stupid, slow people who ask obvious questions."

I smacked him. "Dad! Be serious! This is my future we're talking about!"

Dad laughed, and stopped me from hitting him repeatedly, and I looked at Mom.

"Which one's Matty in?" I asked.

"Actually, he's in Slytherin." Mother answered slowly. "Very cunning your brother."

"Here's our hotel." My father said. "We should rest here tonight."

"One more question." I said.

"All right." My father said.

"Why did I get accepted to Hogwarts?" I asked.

"Well, your father and I are going to be working at the Ministry, and you're a witch, so your Uncle said that he would pull a few strings and get you in." My mother told me.

I smiled. "I guess I don't have to wait until the next Holiday to get to see Uncle Albus."

"Oh, and Lana?" My father asked. "Please, watch your mouth while you're there."

I nodded. "Can do. Will do."

"Yeah, right." Chelsea said.

I stuck my tongue out at her, and she laughed.