Lily Meader's Diary

Lily Meader's Diary

I'm a what? A WITCH!

You won't believe what happened today! I found out that I am a witch! I was just sitting in the living room flipping through channels because there is nothing good during summer vacation and the window was open when an owl flew in with a letter for ME! On the letter was:

Miss Lily Meader

The Room In The Front Of the House

13 Magnolia Road

Little Whinging

Surrey

My first thought was how did they know my room was in the front of the house? Then I thought that someone was stalking me. I called mom into the living room and showed her. While she was looking at the front I noticed a crest symbol on the back. She called in dad into the room and I took the letter as she talked to him. Her face was pale. I opened it and took out what was inside.

It was all about some magical school. When I read mum and dad the letter they seemed really excited. I hate magic, seriously. It is all a fake. All the guy does is show a trick that has been rigged or where they are able to take something away or place something without anyone seeing it. Mum took the letter and was smiling as she read it herself and I showed no interest what-so-ever. So when they both noticed it they started explaining. Obviously on dad's side of the family there was a wizard guy who married a "muggle" (means non-magical people) and they only had one magical kid and the rest were "muggles". Then they married off but had some "magic" in them and it passed on but got thinner and thinner. I was a little bit interested. Normally kids with magical abilities start the magical school called "Hogwarts" when they are 11 but my magic hasn't...shown itself until now when I am 16 yrs old. So now I am going to go to this "school" if that is what you want to call it, and start my first year with the class that I would've been in. My 6^th year, so I have a lot of things to catch up on, so dad is going to teach me until summer is ova. I get to go to London tomorrow to get my wand and books. I'M A WITCH!

Last day at home

Well, tonight is my last night at home. It is 11:30pm and I really should be sleeping but I just can't. I've been so swamped that I couldn't write and I still am unable to comprehend the whole 'I'm a witch' thing. I haven't told any of my friends. Mum's idea. Said I shouldn't tell anyone because who knows how they might react. I just told them that I've been transferred to another school but I will be home during summa.

To be really honest, I am scared. What if no one likes me there? What if I don't like it? What if I don't fit in? There are so many 'what ifs' in my head that I can't think straight. Mum and dad say I'll be fine, that I will love it. I want to believe it but it is just like believing that witches are real and...THEY ARE!

Dad told me about Hogwarts. Obviously, he went there. DAD'S A WIZARD! Anyway there are 4 houses, Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and Slytherin. In Gryffindor are the people who are brave and bold! Not me. In Hufflepuff are the kind people that go...shall we say..."go with the flow"? Ravenclaw are the smart people that are...really smart and Slytherin, well, you need to be really rich and snotty like in that one. That is how most of them act. I am to secretly meet with the "headmaster" of Hogwarts privately to find out my house. Apparently they place this hat that can talk on your head and it reads your mind to find out your qualities and places you in the house you will do well in. One more thing to be scared about. A hat that can read my mind! Well, it is now midnight and I am "officially" a witch in my mind. G'night. I'll bring ya along and tell ya about the witch life. Scary...

On Platform 9 and ¾.

Well, I am on the train. Had to run into a brick wall between platforms 9 and 10 to get to this platform. No one saw us do that either. I thought I was going to hit the wall and break something! I am sitting in the last compartment by myself which is how I prefer it. I hope no one comes back here. Wouldn't want to have to explain myself to people I don't know. Think I wrote to soon. I see shadows outside the compartment door. Bloody hell! They are coming in!

Well, three people just walked in. 2 boys and a girl. One has black hair that looks like it has never met a comb in its whole life. (He looks familiar but I can't quite place where I have seen him) The other boy has gingery hair. The girl has a light dirty brown hair with curls. They seemed nice, asked if they could sit down and they aren't bothering me. Talking amongst them as if I am not here. Good thing too. Hope they don't make talk with me. Once again I have to learn not to "open" my mouth. They are starting to look at me. It is just as worse as the "Piece of cake" line. Something always goes wrong when someone says that. Think I should stop for now. Don't want them reading you.

They have left for a bit to go say "hi" to some of their friends. They seemed really fascinated with you. Mainly the guy with ginger hair. Told me that they use parchment and a quill to write, no pens or pencils or regular paper. Don't even know what a computer it. Found out their names, Harry Potter (black hair guy), Ronald Weasley (ginger hair guy) and Hermione Granger (light dirty brown hair). After Harry introduced himself they all seemed to wait for me to say something. Like he is some celebrity. Then the dreaded conversation happened. They asked about me. So I told them my name and Harry seemed to go pale. As well as the rest of them. Of course I asked why and they said that Harry's late mother was named Lily. I felt so bad. It didn't want to make him feel uncomfortable around me because I have the same name as his mother. I dropped it although I am curious how she died I didn't want to open wounds and seem like I was intruding on his private life. We fell silent after that and then they went to go talk to some of their other friends. I feel really bad now. I don't know what I would do if I lost my mum.

I have my robe on and my tie. Got to wear a tie...YIPEE! I really mean that too! I think I look really good in a tie and skirt. Besides, it is the trend back home. Train is slowing down and I hear people moving and those three guys are coming back to get their stuff. Tell ya what house I get in. Bye!

And the house is...

GRYFFINDOR! Can you believe it? Well, I don't think I hit it out to well with Harry, Ron and Hermione. When they came in to get their stuff they just told me "goodbye" and "see you later" and left. Now I feel even worse. When I got off the train the headmaster, Albus Dumbledore, was there and greeted me. He then took me in his private carriage to the castle so I can be sorted and have the rules explained to me before the first years get sorted and I can sit with my house.

He must have noticed I was scared but asked me a question instead. He asked if something was bothering me. Said he saw that I was confused. I hesitated telling him about Harry and his gang because I didn't know what he was talking about at first. His exact words were after that question was, "Something about Harry Potter?" Said he noticed them eyeing me a little. So I told him about the incident on the train. He explained that Harry's parents were murdered by an evil wizard, Lord Voldemort. Queer name huh? Anyway, he went to go live with his aunt and uncle who treated him bad b/c he was his mother's baby. (His aunt and mother are sisters) Found out he was a wizard at 11 and has been fighting off this Lord Voldemort guy ever since he started Hogwarts. Not allowed to speak that Voldemort's name at all. He is referred to as "He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named" or "You-Know-Who". HA!

I am in my new room. I share a room with a couple of girls and one of them is HERMIONE! It is really awkward. I've been told Hermione is the smartest witch in our year. She is like me too except she started Hogwarts at 11. The name for a person who thought they were a muggle but found out otherwise are called "muggle born".

I have been told to try my best to stay clear of the Slytherins. They know by now that I am a muggle born and since I started late they will try their best to make fun of me. Name they will use will be "mudblood" Now I don't know how that is suppose to hurt me but it means "dirty blood". All Slytherins are "pure bloods". Wow...dad never taught me this. My head is already pounding and classes haven't started. (Tomorrow). G'night.