I was eleven. Mum and Dad were discussing schools for me to go to when the letter box slammed. "I'll get it!" I yelled. There were three letters. One for Mum, one for Dad and one for...Me? I walked over to my parents and handed them the letter, then I sat down on the other side of the table. Steven and Kenny looked at me strangely. As I ripped the letter open, it was thick parchment with a wax seal, and Mum and Dad looked over at me. The seal had had a strange badge on it, a lion, a badger, a raven and a snake all surrounding a capital H. I pulled the parchment out of the envelope and unfolded it. The letter read;

'Dear Miss C Holmes,

We are pleased to inform you that you have a place at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment. Term begins on the 1st September we await your owl by no later than the 31st July.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress'

I read the letter out loud and looked up at my parents, both looked rather worried. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," Mum said.

I then read the list of books and equipment. "Cool so where do we get this stuff?" I asked.

"Diagon Alley!" Mum said.

The next day we drove down to London, Steven and me sat in the back of the car and Mum sat in the passenger seat. Dad was driving. We stopped on the outskirts of London and walked into the city. After about an hour of walking we came to a small insignificant pub. Muggles, Mum and Dad had explained everything about the wizarding world to me on the drive down, eyes skimmed over the pub like it didn't exist and Dad walked up and opened the door.

When the door opened we saw a crowd of men and women dressed in robes and other strange clothing. I looked around and there seemed to be very few people in muggle clothing and those wore that clothing with no sense of style. At the bar stood a man with an apron on. "Hogwarts business I suppose?" The grubby man said. My parents nodded at him. "Just through the back then."

"Thank you," Dad said. We walked to the aforementioned doorway and came across... A dead end! Mum pulled out a stick. This stick was thick on one end and thin at the other. She held the thicker end in her hand and tapped the wall with the thin end. A wand! I thought. It must be a wand!

The wall folded in on itself and revealed a winding shopping street. At one end I could see a large white building. It had white columns either side of a posh door. "What's that?" I asked.

"Gringotts," Dad replied. "The wizarding bank."

I told the Demigod witches and wizards before me of buying each individual item, where to find the most obscure ingredients in the Apothecary and the places the best pets are kept in Eeylops Owl Emporium and Magical Menagerie. I also told them of many other things. A few small details of the first view of Hogwarts, the first time a set foot in the Great Hall.

Other students joined me. There weren't many of us and there were even fewer prospective students. A grand total of 5 prospective students listening to the adventures of 6 current students. Percy kept telling them not to listen to us because we were always breaking rules and such. It was rather funny!

It was nearly the first year for Nico, Lauren and Mollie. After that year Jess and Damien were coming up. Every year these stories were told to the prospective Demigod students...

"We do no such thing!" Lauren said interrupting my story.

"It's fiction, idiot!" I replied.

"Well," She said. "Still!"

"Sorry, sorry," I said, looking at the 4 first years, three in Gryffindor and one in Slytherin, "Back to telling you guys about what you are.

"You got ever so slightly sidetracked!" Lauren said punching me in the arm.

"What was that for?!" I asked.

"Wasting time!" She replied.

"Right, to put bluntly," I said turning back to the confused 11 year olds in front of me. "You four are Demigods!" Neville and Harry looked confused, Hermione's eyes widened with knowledge and Draco's eyes widened with disbelief.

"I can't be a Demigod!" The blonde exclaimed. "I am a pure blood wizard!"

Lauren and I doubled over with uncontrollable laughter. "You, Draco are not a pure blood wizard infact you are a half blood!" I said and Hermione giggled.

"WHAT?!" The boy yelled.

"And not only that, you're our brother," Lauren said, still laughing.

"WHAT!?" He yelled again, accompanying this yell was a pulse in the shadows.