A girl by the name of Nova has just found out she has magic and is wondering whether or not to trust life anymore. While she questions her existence things are happening all around her that she doesn't notice. Will Hogwarts be her new home with grea...
I looked at my Mom nervously and grasped her hand tightly dreading every second of this moment. Though it was only 30 minutes to wherever they wanted to go it felt like hours upon hours. The car was silent and not one of us spoke to each other.
The suspense was killing me, I had to know what they were talking about before. I don't listen to my parents when they are talking. That would make me nosy. I tapped Mom's shoulder lightly.
I waited for some kind of response from her like a nod, a yes, or something. "Yes?" said my Mom not paying attention to me.
"Where are we going?" I asked.
I wasn't okay with being taken from my favorite event of the year, worst of all I had told ALL my friends I would meet them there. "We are going to the Burrow," said my Mom paying no attention to the fact that I was shaking.
I held the seat tightly hoping that we would stop soon so I could get out. Maybe converse with the 'Weasels' or whatever their last name was.
-At the Burrow-
The car pulled up and all I could think was, how is this house still standing? and, what is going on? As I was lost in my thoughts, a man about the same age as my Dad came out of the crooked house greeting my father like he was a long-lost friend.
He had ginger hair with many bandages. He looked super tired but kept shaking my Dad's hand like nothing was going on. My Dad spoke up saying, "Hello Arthur, what happened?" the man responded in a very low voice that had a hint of a Scottish accent.
"Enchanted car accident, Fred tried to drive it," my Dad nodded like he knew who and what he was talking about. Just then a bunch of redheaded children came, freckles in all.
One girl and four boys. There was one brother that looked as if he was going to meet Queen Elizabeth in England, two that looked to be twin brothers, one that looked as old as me, and a girl who looked about one year younger and had short ginger hair with freckles that covered most of her face.
One of the twins looked at my Dad and then waved, when he turned to me he got confused. The man now known as Arthur saw the confusion on his son's face, "That's Nova from the funeral," he nodded.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Though I didn't recognize any of them from anywhere they seemed familiar to me. Like I knew them before. Like I met them before.
What was going on? I couldn't put my finger on it, but I knew them. I didn't know what was going on, I needed help. I stepped behind my father a little shy from all the attention I was getting from these new people.
I couldn't exactly call them strangers since I met them before but they didn't seem comfortable with me. They knew more about me than myself. I was very scared but, the little girl had come up to me while the adults were talking.
I smiled nervously as she waved at me kindly and sincerely. I had started following her as she waved me over to the crooked house. When I entered the house, it was bigger on the inside and had a kitchen with a clock that had eight hands.
