Authors Note: Hey Guys! This is my 3rd Fanfiction. It's not that great this chapter but trust me the rest will be better Enjoy and please Review!

Disclaimer: I do NOT Own Harry Potter. Just my OC's!

It was actually the day of my 11th birthday that I got the letter, the 22nd June 1995. It was written in sparkling Emerald ink and it was neat and curly. I was in shock. Not nearly as much shock as my parents though. They had never even heard of wizards and witches and magic or Hogwarts... I hadn't either but still. And so now I stand in the gigantic hall of Gringotts Wizard Bank. The marble building was larger than my house times 2! The little creatures wandering about their business had hooked noses and stubby little fingers on their hands. We were switching our money for coins apparently called Galleons, Sickles and Knuts. The Galleons were fat and gold, the Sickles were silver and the tiny little Knuts were bronze. The goblin who serving us, Gaulbeln, was instructing me how to use the coins. It was just like our money except of the size and there were no notes and the colours were different. The letter I got told us to get my school things from a place called Diagon Alley, wherever that is. It also had a very descriptive note on how to get there. We managed not to get lost and we went straight to Gringotts first.

We visited all kinds of weird stores including the apothecary which was full of strange, gluggy, slimy...things. We visited Madam Malkins Robe Shop, Ollivanders Wands, and a store that specialised in a weird game called Quidditch that was played on broomsticks. My list said I needed an Owl, Cat or toad. No way was I going to ask for a toad... gross. I wanted an Owl.

"Mum, I... can I have an Owl?" I begged Mum.

"Well, Hayls, I dunno I was hoping you'd get a Cat. Owls are messy," Mum said, with a bit of disappointment on her face.

"But Mum, cats are just as messy. And the Owl will only be home every Holidays and it'll be hunting most nights. Come on mum please!" I pleaded. Half an hour later we were walking out of Eyelops Owl Emporium with gorgeous white snowy Owl. Mum was looking at it disapprovingly. I named her Aria, it seemed pretty. The last shop we went to was Flourish and Blotts. That's where we got all my school books. There were shelves and shelves of books that reached right up to the roof. We purchased the books on my list and decided it was time to go. I couldn't wait to get home and start reading all about Magic. I still couldn't believe it. Magic was real! I was a witch! It was incredible. I couldn't wait to get to Hogwarts in September. The only problem is explaining to my school and friends where I'll be for the year and that I'll only be back for 3 months.

It was September 1 and Mum and Dad were driving me to the Train Station. Apparently, because I am a muggle-born (Muggles are people with NO magic in them at all) the letter explained how to get onto Platform 9 and ¾. Yeah the letter had to be at least 5 pages! Mum and Dad got me a luggage trolley and we unloaded my trunk and Aria in her cage and they began escorting me where we had to go. Mum and Dad couldn't get onto the platform so we said our goodbyes just outside it.

"Have a good year Hayli-Rose! You make sure to write to us! We'll miss you gorgeous," Mum said, tears welling up in her brilliant blue eyes. I didn't look anything like my parents. I had dirty blonde hair and sparkling blue, green tinged eyes. My skin was a light olive tan and my hair was silky and smooth. Whereas mum had brown hair and dad had like brown with the slightest hint of blonde and brown eyes. Mum hugged me tightly and I turned to Dad.

"Darling, have fun, okay? Be good and make some friends. I Love you," Dad said kissing my forehead.

"I love you too. Bye guys!" I said with a last hug. I turned my trolley toward the barrier. Apparently I had to run at the barrier and I would just slide through it. I took a deep breath and ran toward the barrier, waiting for the crash. It didn't come. I turned to look behind me. Mum was waving, tears streaking her face and Dad waving too with a big, proud grin lighting up his face. I turned back just in time to see the wall of the barrier right in my face. I blinked and the wall was gone. A huge scarlet steam train came into view. The platform was packed with students clambering onto the train. I looked right and saw a huge sign hanging up.

Platform 9 and ¾ Hogwarts Express. 10:50am Train to depart: 11:00am.

I headed toward the train looking for an empty compartment. I found one around the middle and began trying to heave my trunk up into the compartment. I eventually got it up after dropping it on my toe. I stowed Aria's cage in the rack over head and shut the door. I sat down on the comfy train seats and waited for the train to depart.

Finally it reached 11:00am and the train slowly started to move. Most students were hanging out the windows saying last minute good-byes and hugs tot heir parents. I watched the parents all shouting after their kids until the train went round the bend. I began staring at the scenery we went past: luscious green fields and blue skies. After about 10 minutes the compartment door slid open and a girl the same age as me stood there and looked at me.

"Hi, I'm Abigail Morrson. Do-do you mind if I sit here. Everywhere else is packed!" the girl said. She had brown hair and dark brown eyes. Her skin was a darker olive than mine and she was about the same height as me. I slowly nodded. Abigail stowed her luggage and sat down opposite me. She looked at me.

"I-I'm Hayli-Rose Lawsen," I said to break the silence. Awkward.

"What house do you reckon you'll be in?" Abigail asked, ignoring me.

"Um-what?" I answered, confused. Her family must all be from the magical world.

"Ah, you're a muggle-born, I see. When you get to Hogwarts you get sorted into one of four houses: Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and Slytherin. My whole family has been in Ravenclaw for years. Slytherin is for the bad people. Almost every Slytherin has turned out bad. You don't want that house," She explained. I nodded again. Abigail continued explaining to me about Hogwarts. It seemed like a great place. Around Lunch, a plump little woman walked past with a cart full of different sorts of lollies I'd never even heard of. I bought a pack of Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans and a few boxes of Chocolate Frogs, also a couple of cauldron cakes and liquorice wands. The beans were fascinating. They came in flavours I had never even heard of! A small yellow was lemon, a brown one was pepper, and a purple one was...eurgh carpet! It was pretty fun. I moved onto the chocolate frogs. They came with cards which contained information on a famous witch or wizard which you could trade with others.

"These are cool. Look this one is Dumbledore! Oh and Bathilda Bagshot! And this one is Ralf Scamander! Wow!" Abigail said, opening packet after packet.

"Isn't Dumbledore the Headmaster of Hogwarts?" I asked biting the head of a chocolate frog.

"Yep," Abigail answered. I turned over the card I got a stared at an old man with a beard.

"Merlin," I said showing Abigail.

"Oh cool! I don't have him! I've got like 300 of these cards. They are so fun to trade!" Abigail explained. I grinned. This year was going to be so good, what with all this magic and card-trading and bean-tasting. I couldn't wait to get to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

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