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Starter for @Miss_AGreenGras

The sun begins to rise early in the morning, the light beginning to reflect in the small bedroom she inhabits. Grace hardly got any sleep from the anticipation that today would be the day she was off to Hogwarts. Two months have gone by since she received the letter of acceptance into the school. Shortly after opening the letter, her mother Elisa went to call her grandparents and not even a half hour passed when they heard the doorbell ring. It was then that Elisa and her grandmother sat with Grace and admitted the truth to her. That she originates from a family of witches, and they were almost worried that she wouldn’t turn out to be one because she has never shown any signs of witchcraft. That is why they always hesitated to tell her the truth. That day turned out to be incredibly emotional for Grace and the entire family. She was in shock at this revelation from her family, but could feel the pride that both her mother and grandmother were feeling that she was one of them after all. All her life, she just felt normal. After 11 years, all that she can think about right now is how could this all be real?

The next day, the fact that she is a witch didn’t really sink in until she took a step into Diagon Alley. The most magical town she has ever seen in her life located right behind a pub called The Leaky Cauldron. They spent hours that day in the small town where her grandmother bought all of her supplies. Proper uniform, books required for the year 1 students, the wand from Mr. Ollivander’s, Wand Shop, and even got herself a ginger cat; thinking that if she gets the cat, she’ll be able to pet and sleep with during her stay at Hogwarts. They also stopped at Gringott’s before leaving to set her up with an account with 6,000 magical coins under her name in case of any emergency where she may need it.

On the morning of September 1st, she got out of bed quickly, but not before petting Sneaky. Her newest friend for the past two months. Grace went on to brush her teeth, took a quick shower, then came back out into the bedroom to change into the new uniform. She can smell the breakfast from upstairs in her bedroom, and makes her way down the stairs to the dining room. She enjoys breakfast with her mother and grandparents.

After breakfast that morning, they gather all of Grace’s things, pack it all inside of the car and head off to King’s Cross Station. Sneaky sits on her lap, and together they stare outside of the window until they reach the station. The nerves begin the moment she steps out of the car, Sneaky following close by her side. To her understanding, she would be taking the train to Hogwarts on her own, and that thought alone was scary.

Nan and mum both help with putting all of her stuff into a cart, and as she begins to push it toward the Station, she begins to wonder how something so normal could have anything to do with magic. Inside the station is busy with people rushing to get to their train on time. Grace follows her grandmother, who leads them toward platform 9 and 10.

“Alright, we’re here.” Nan says.

“But nan, didn’t the ticket say 9 and 3/4?” Grace questions, confused because they are standing between 9 and 10, but there is no sign that reads 9 and 3/4.

Mum leans in closely toward Grace, and tells her with a small playful smirk “Watch us very closely dear.”

Nan and mum stand in front of a brick wall, and link their arms together. They look at each other briefly and smile knowingly, as if they share some sort of secret with each other that evidently Grace doesn’t know about. Then they stride toward the brick wall, and suddenly disappear right through it.

She freezes in place, staring at the wall in complete and utter shock and even more confusion.

“What the hell just happened?”

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Hogwarts Acceptance Letter

As her eyes open suddenly, Grace wakes up in the middle of the night, beads of sweat trickling down her face. The room is dark, the only light coming from the window, which is adorned with a cream colored see-through curtain. The window is currently closed, but the curtain sways lightly anyway due to the air coming from the fan just above her bed. Coming up to rest on her right elbow, she wipes some of the sweat off from both sides of her face. After that, she brings her hand down to the blanket to wipe away the sweat from her hands. Even through the curtain, she can still see the moon and the stars, both of which have been bringing her comfort lately. For the past month, she has been having the same dream, only tonight her dream was different. Every night, Grace has been having the same dream. It’s like a movie being filmed.

She watches as a snake slithers on the dark, black road. As it looks up, the creature slithers through a familiar neighborhood, her neighborhood. She can tell by the exact curves it is taking, which are the same ones she takes to get home from school. Another way that she identifies is when the creature looks up to each house. She sees the cloned houses that are all painted the same and not even a few inches apart. They are all painted white with brown on the roof and the sides that separates each home.

The snake continues its path along the block, looking at each number until it reaches the numbers on the front of her house. 425. It slithers its way into an open window, /her/ open window where she sits on the desk right in front of it, reading a book from her summer reading list. The room is dimly lit. The only light in the room comes from the lamp sitting at the edge of her desk, bringing the room a sort of red orange-ish color to it. In her other dreams, when she sees the snake, she is terrified of it; one of her biggest fears being snakes. However, this time, dream version of Grace is already tired and almost fed up of seeing this creature sneak up on her. This is the part where the dream changes.

The creature just stares into her eyes, as if it knows she is not afraid of it tonight. It then slides its body all the way inside of the room until it is completely inside, looking about as if though it’s searching for something in her room. Grace watches its every movement, until it slowly begins to come back with an envelope between its mouth. Her control of the fear falters slightly, and the one thing she cannot control, the speed of her heart rate, increases as it comes closer and closer. As it reaches her, the snake lifts its head and begins to rise until it is finally able to meet her eyes. A low, hissing voice fills her head, telling her “Take it.” Unaware of the action, an inward gasp escapes, and she hesitates to take the letter. Just the presence of this creature makes her skin crawl. The snake is becoming impatient. It jerks its head toward her with the letter still in its mouth and she becomes frustrated. She hurriedly takes it, giving the snake a side-eyed glare before focusing her attention on the envelope. She observes it. On one side, it has her information written down in perfectly written cursive. On the other side, is dried wax, sealing the envelope closed. Lifting the wax seal gently, she takes the letter inside out, and opens it. 

Then the dream ends before she can read the contents of the letter. She rests back down on her back, thinking about what this could mean, asking herself ‘Why does this snake keep appearing in my dreams?’ and ‘Why does it have to be a bloody snake of all things?’ She lets out a deep sigh, turning herself over to lay on her side. Reaching behind to grab another pillow, she holds it close to her chest. She glances towards the closed window, looking outside to the stars. Sleep doesn’t come, and she lay there awake for the rest of the night

The next morning, Grace sits with her mum, Elisa (eh-lisa), on the dining room table. A small buffet of breakfast foods are placed on the table which she helped her mum prepare and set up. A morning talk show plays in the background and her mum listens to the TV from the table as she begins to load her plate with food. Ever since the dreams started, breakfasts with mum have been quiet. The desire for Grace to participate in their daily conversations that are usually filled with joy and laughter decreased more and more as each day passed where the dreams continued. Hence why mum needs the background noise, to fill in the silence between them.

Of course, various times has Elisa tried to ask Grace what was wrong, and each time grew more difficult for Grace to tell her. Mostly because she didn’t know how to approach her about this. With an empty glass plate in front of her and a fork in her hand, she decides to tell her mum about the dream she’s been having. Setting the fork down, she glances over to her mum. “Mum..” she says weakly. Grace usually tells her mum everything anyway. Why she suddenly feels nervous is strange to her.

“Yes, dear? Is everything alright?” her mum asks, placing everything down and glancing away from the TV to bring her attention to Grace. This is the first time in a week that Grace finally breaks the silence between them, and Elisa is all ears to listen to her daughter.

“I wanted to tell you about these dreams I’ve been having recently.” Grace finally admits after a month of keeping this to herself.

“Alright, tell me all about it” she responds without any hesitation.

“Well,” Grace begins. “In the dreams, there’s a snake, it comes through my bedroom window. Every time I fear of its sudden presence, the dream ends with the snake opening its mouth wide open toward me. Like if its going to bite my head off. Every night. The same dream.” Grace licks her lips before continuing. “But last night, it was different. I wasn’t scared, and it came inside my room and brought me a letter. I took the letter from the snake, but the dream ended before I could look at the contents of the letter. Every night I dream of the same snake. Why is that?”

Elisa pinches her eyebrows together, concern for her daughter very much evident on her features. She herself has experienced nightmares and they are no fun. “That is rather odd, but of all the things you mentioned, you’re mostly worried about the snake? I know you fear them, but what about that mysterious envel-” Before she can finish saying envelope, the loud sound of a letter coming in through the mail slot startles them. They both jump in their seat, heart pounding dramatically as they stare at each other.

“Fu-Bloody hell, it’s Sunday..” Mum says, standing up from her seat. “There shouldn’t be any letters in the mail today.. Stay there, sweetheart. I’ll be back in a moment.”

Mum leaves the room, going over to the door to grab the mysterious letter.

Grace is too startled to eat anything now, so she tries to relax herself as she waits for mum to come back into the room. Letting out the breath she didn’t realize she was holding, she feels her mum’s presence back in the room. She looks behind her towards her mother and finds that she is holding a thick envelope in her hands. Her perfectly sculpted brows are pinched together as she stares at the letter.

“What is it, mum?” Grace asks, the look on her mum’s face beginning to concern her.

“It’s a letter..” she says slowly, taking a few steps toward Grace. “..for you.” she says, stretching a hand out to bring the envelope towards her.

Her eyebrows lift, the only time Grace has ever gotten any letters in the mail is on her birthday, from her grandparents.

Lifting a hand up towards the letter, she takes the envelope with trembling fingers and turns it over to observe both sides. To her complete shock, it is the same mysterious letter from her dream. What is going on?

“Mum” she croaks, “this is the exact letter from my dream.” She uses a finger to lightly touch the wax sealing on the envelope.

She looks towards her mother and Elisa is standing by her side. Her face is unreadable, and her hands rest on her shoulders. Then Grace feels a light squeeze.

Fixing her gaze back to the envelope, she lifts the wax seal up, then removes the letter from the envelope. Unfolding the paper, she finally reads through the contents. Perfectly sculpted brows lift and hazel green eyes are open so wide they nearly pop out from her face. She cannot believe what she is reading right now. It’s an acceptance letter to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

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