Half-Blood

Fifty years after Harry Potter destroyed Lord Voldemort, the biggest threat of the wizarding world, there was finally peace. Erela Harris, an awkward witch, starts her life off in Hogwarts to try and discover who she really is, all while struggling to fight her unknown destiny. Only when the time comes will she face the choice between what is right and what is easy.

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1. Half-Blood

     "Erela! Breakfast is ready," her mum called from downstairs in the kitchen. Erela groaned and stirred for a while before she actually woke up. Honestly, she wanted to fall back asleep, it felt too early to wake up. Ela went and got out of bed, changed out of her pajamas and plucked some clothes she had laid on the floor from last night's lazy attempt to throw them into her drawer.

     Before she went downstairs, she looked into the mirror to look at herself in the mirror. A much-too-tall for her age girl with dark hair that ran down her back and dark brown eyes stared right back at her. Nothing different from when she was ten yesterday. Yes, today was her eleventh birthday.

     Today, her mum was making strawberry pancakes, eggs sunny-side up, extra crispy bacon, and hot chocolate to help fight the unusually cold morning of August. Rubbing her eyes and inhaled a deep breath of her mum's cooking, Erela's father entered the room.

     "Good morning, my lovely ladies," Mr. Harris cheered with a smile. He was tall for a local British gent, dark hair tied back in a ponytail and blue eyes. He was holding onto his briefcase that held important documents from work and it was crucial that he did not lose them.

     "Good morning, honey." Mrs. Harris hugged him lovingly with a kiss on the cheek with much effort to reach it due to her shortness. She was as blonde as any idealistic poster child American was, brown eyes that shined with life, and probably a foot shorter than her husband father.

     "Morning, dad."

     "And happy birthday, Erela," he said before kissing her forehead. "How does it feel to turn eleven?"

     "Not as different as being ten," she answered.

     "Eat your food you two before it gets cold," Mrs. Harris said as she joined them at the table.

     The eleven year old girl took a bite of her bacon before they all heard the mail slot click.  None of them got out of their chair to go get it, they just kept on eating. Ela saw Stephen, their cat, come in with mail in his mouth. He approached her father and jumped onto his lap, interrupting him from eating.

     "Yes Stephen?" Stephen looked up with the mail still in his mouth, signaling him to take it from him so he could go to his dish bowl to eat as well. Mr. Harris took the mail and Stephen jumped off to his tuna casserole. He looked through the letters until he stopped at a heavy looking letter that had a wax purple seal on the back. Erela sipped her hot chocolate before her father looked to her. "Erela, there's a letter for you," he said with some surprise and excitement in his voice.

     "Really?" she nibbled her eggs. "From who?"

     He looked to his wife and handed the letter to their daughter. The tall girl took it from his hand and read to the front of the letter:

Ms. E. Harris
39 Ponsonby Place
Westminister
London

     After noticing that there was no address to who sent it, she looked at the seal again and examined a lion, an eagle, a badger, and a snake surrounding a large letter H on the wax seal. She had seen the symbol before and looked to her father with the same look as his little girl. "Does this mean—?"

     "You're going to Hogwarts," he smiled.

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