Rain pattered on the windows, as I sat on my bed, looking at the dark sky, lighting up briefly for a few moments by the lightning that took place, and the rumbling of thunder keeping me awake.
It was 1 am. I had just turned 11. And like many other Harry Potter fans, some part of me was still waiting for an owl to come. To open a new world for me. A place that I would rightfully belong to.
I had read Harry Potter and his fantastic adventures many times, the rise and fall of Voldemort, and the painstaking journey undertaken by Harry, Ron and Hermoine to bring about his fall. I had cried as they suffered, laughed with joy as they won.
But now, it seemed almost childish to me to expect that what I had read could be real in any way. It was just a figment of imagination. But it seemed so real to me. Those books had introduced to me a world so beautiful, that whenever I felt sad, just imagining about the wizarding world would bring a smile to my face.
The streets were flooded now. I fiddled along with a hole in the bed sheet, all the time thinking about the Geography test that I had to give today. I didn't know how long it took me to fall asleep, but I was awoken by sharp knocking noises.
At the window.
Was an owl.
A grey barn owl.
With a letter, now wet, strapped to his leg.
I got up quickly, and opened the window. It came inside, and along with it came the rain, wetting the floor. I quickly shut the window and moved towards the owl. It hooted dolefully, and held up it's leg.
My hands, now shaking pretty badly, took the letter and opened it-
For those who have read the books, must have understood what was in the letter. A note that I had got admitted into Hogwarts, along with a list of stuff that I would require, which included books, a wand, school robes, a pair of scales, and a cauldron( Brass preferred).
I sat for a complete 15 minutes, shocked, and came out of the trance only when the owl started hooting. I opened the window to let it out, and in turn got another splash of rain on my face.
I had got admission to Hogwarts. I ran down the stairs, shouting madly, for now I was going into the world that I belonged to. And also because I will be able to ditch today's Geography test. My parents woke up, and it took me 2 hours to explain to them everything.
They didn't believe me. It was only when another owl showed up, along with a testament from Professor Mcgonagall, Headmistress of Hogwarts, that they believed me( Partially because the letter had spoke to them, and did a couple of things that a piece of paper could never do.)
After a month, I was ready to leave for Hogwarts. Along with my parents, I had discovered Diagon Alley, restored to it's original grandeur, that had once been destroyed by Voldemort and his death eaters. Got the books and robes, and a nice cauldron. And got my wand from Ollivander's.
He still looked a bit pale to me. My wand chose me! It was the happiest moment of my life. Laurel wood Dragon heartstring core 12 ½" in length Rigid flexibility
And after a few days, I was standing at the King's Cross station in London. To say that my life had changed dramatically, would have been an understatement. I went through the barrier to reach platform 9 3/4(Yay!!), and looked at the puffing Hogwart's Express.
This was it. I was going to Hogwarts. I got on the train, waving cheerfully to my parents, and they waved back at me. They still didn't believe that magic could exist, but a trip to Diagon Alley had settled all the doubts.