Soon my birthday rolled around on June 5th. My parents took me and Harry to the aquarium and then an ice cream parlor.
“That was the most fun I have had in, well ever,” said Harry licking his chocolate ice cream.
“It was,” I said as I licked my strawberry ice cream. On the way home we both cracked jokes and riddles. But what waited for me back at home, was a whole new story. When Harry and I walked back into my house, I saw a strange envelope sitting on the table. It was addressed to me.
Miss E Hope
Second bedroom on the left
Number 7 Privet Drive
‘Dear Miss Hope, We are pleased to inform you that you have a place at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. ’
“What the heck, mom is this for real,” I said as a gazed up at my mom who had gone pale.
She sighed, “I should have known,” my mom said, making me and Harry look at each other with confusion. She sighed and said, “You are a witch because I am one,” she said. “I can tell that you and Harry do not believe me, so I will show you.” She walked to a cabinet that has always been locked, and opened it, and pulled out a beautiful stick. “You ever wonder how I get things, like housework done so fast,” she said, “this is how.” She waved her stick around and the dirty dishes started to wash themselves and the laundry folded its-self.
“Wow,” Harry and I said, looking around the room. She went on to explain many different things. Soon dad came home and was not so happy about the letter. Turns out he knew that mom was a witch and that he was a muggle. I was happy to go to Hogwarts but was not so happy about leaving Harry behind.
Ella’s Mom’s and Dad’s pov.
“When are you going to tell her honey,” said Mr. Hope “She will not be safe if she keeps hanging out with him at Hogwarts.” “She will find out soon enough,” said Mrs. Hope as she watched her little girl run down the street with the Boy Who Lived.