“Mommy, when will my Hogwarts letter arrive?” whined nine-year-old Ella, tugging on her mother’s sleeve. She laughed and ruffled her daughter’s curly caramel hair affectionately. “Very soon, honey.”

Two years later

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Ella was awakened by a sharp rapping from the windowpane. Rubbing the drowsiness from her eyes, she jumped down her bed and approached the window. Her heart skipped a beat. There was a handsome screech owl perched on the windowsill, a parcel enclosed with a letter tied to one of its talons. Hands shaking, she undid the bindings and retrieved the parcel. First, she scanned through the letter.

Dear Miss Jones,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. All necessary books and equipment can be purchased at Diagon Alley. If you wish, Hagrid can assist you in the gathering of these supplies. We await your owl no later than 31 July.

Please make your way to King’s Cross Station and onto platform 9 and three quarters, where you will meet the Hogwarts Express. Trains departs at 11 a.m. Sharp. Term begins at 1st September.

We very much look forward to receiving you as part of the new generation of Hogwarts Heritage.

Yours Sincerely,

Minerva McGongagall

Deputy Headmistress

Light-headed with happiness, Ella hopped downstairs three-at-a-time. "Daddy! Daddy! My Hogwarts letter came and there was an owl and this letter and it said we had to-" Ella's father cut her off with a laugh. "Slow down, pumpkin. Your old dad can't take all that at once." Ella took a deep breath. "I got accepted into Hogwarts," she blurted out, unable to hide the jubilant grin on her face. "That's great, honey." smiled Mr. Jones, patting Ella's shoulder. "Your mother will be proud." Ella's exuberant expression faded slightly. "She will, won't she?" she murmured softly, glancing at the faded photograph of her beloved mother.

Tell me if you wanna be pinged! I couldn't finish this chapter unfortunately..