You are my sunshine, my only sunshine.
You make me happy when skies are grey.
You'll never know, dear, how much I love you.
Please don't take my sunshine away.
I heard a snuffled, cracked voice start singing in the pitch black. A warm but sadden women voiced came across my ears, echoing in the process.
The other night, dear, as I was sleeping.
I dreamt I held you in my arms.
When I woke up, dear, I was mistaken.
So I hung my head, and I cried.
The singing stopped as a flash of color spread faded before me. I was not greeted by a white wall or two worry figures. I did not see the dripping bag above me nor did I see a heart monitor either. I looked down. I wasn't wearing my hospital gown either. Instead I had on a pink sweater and wore out blue jeans.
I looked around noticing a black haired, dark skin woman sitting peacefully reading a book. Where was I? I wondered. The women turned around a smiled warmly. "Oh good your up. There's breakfast on the table." I stared blankly at her wondering if I knew her.
She had brown eyes- the color of dirt. She wore a blue robe and had her dark hair into a ponytail. In her hands was a thick maroon boarded gold book about twenty pounds. The cover read 'One of the muggles.'
I gasped. "Am I dead?" I asked noticing the dusty pile of books surrounding me. The lady gave me a puzzled look. "Are you dead?" She chuckled a bit. "Well sweetie last time I checked you were well and breathing normal." I gave a sigh in relief. "Then where am I?" Confusion still rotting part of my brain.
"Wow" she mumbled. "You must of landed on your head hard." She sat the book down on the coffee table and made her way towards me. "Do you really not remember failing around the letter you got a few days ago? Which may I add, made you trip and fall." A frown crept my face as I lowered my head to face the ground. "No I don't actually." My head shot back up. "Wait you said I received a letter? May I see it please!" I begged. Giving the dark haired lady the puppy dog eyes.
She rolled her eyes, trying to not to smile but failed in the process. "Oh alright but you got to go eat some breakfast. Your mother would be upset if you didn't." I nodded happily as I got a letter.
As the fit lady made her way towards me, I noticed to golden sheets of paper with black ink covering it. She handed me it.
It's a letter from Hogwards." I said. She stared at me for a moment, her eyes melting its way towards my direction. I glanced down at the letter as I read what it had said.
Dear Miss. Griswold
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all the necessary books and equipment's.
Terms begins on September 1. We await your owl no later than July 31.
I took out the second page to find that it was just school supplies. I smiled with joy as I danced excitedly.
A few weeks later I found out that I was a pure blood from a family called the Griswolds. My mother and father were mainly strict and didn't want me in there way. That's why, Anna, the dark haired lady was there when I a woke from my sleep. She was like my nanny- she was in charge of me and she was to take care of me.
"Are you ready?" Anna asked, smiling in the process. I nodded my head in which she took my hand and mumbled a few words.
I felt like I was being stretched out from head to toe. It made my stomach do a bunch of twists and turns.
When my feet hit the hard ground, I noticed we were in an ally. It was crowed from different people- from old to young- from all across the world.
My eyes widen from amazement.
I pulled out the second page letter filled with all the supplies that I'll need for Hogwards. I smiled with delight as I read the following items:
First-year students will require:
1. Three sets of plain work robes (black)
2. One plain pointed hat (black) for day wear
3. One pair of protective gloves (dragon hide or similar)
4. One winter cloak (black, with silver fastenings)
Please note that all pupil's clothes should carry name tags.
All students should have a copy of each of the following:
The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 1)
by Miranda Goshawk
A History of Magic
by Bathilda Bagshot
by Adalbert Waffling
A Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration
by Emeric Switch
One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi
by Phyllida Spore
Magical Drafts and Potions
by Arsenius Jigger
Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them
by Newt Scamander
The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection
by Quentin Trimble
1 wand1 cauldron (pewter, standard size 2)1 set glass or crystal phials1 telescope1 set brass scales
Students may also bring, if they desire, an owl OR a cat OR a toad.
PARENTS ARE REMINDED THAT FIRST YEARS
ARE NOT ALLOWED THEIR OWN BROOMSTICK
Chief Attendant of Witchcraft Provisions
Anna handed me some money and motioned me to go to Ollivanders. With a nod I carried myself to Ollivanders Wand Shop. As I went into the dusty old shop, an older man with wild white hair came smiling at me. "Ah, first year huh?" I nodded. "Well then let's get started. He motioned me to follow him.
As I stood in front of him, he got out a small black box. "Here try this. A 9 1/2 inch cherry wood, weeia hair." I took the wand out of his hands and waved the wand a bit. Suddenly the window shattered and boxes flew everywhere. My cheeks redden and I started to apologize. "No worries, its not the right wand." He took out another box and handed me another wand. I took the wand with cation since the last wand I broke a window. "12 1/2 Yew, Dragon Heart String." The old man stated. I took the wand and before I could even think to flick it, the lights flickered and boxes flew everywhere. It didn't help that the door kept opening and I broke yet another window. With a few more wands and more windows breaking, I began to feel worthless. How could I not control a wand? How can I be a witch if I can't control anything. Oliver look at me and grinned. "Remember the wand chooses the wizard not the other way around." I half smiled. This time he went into the back room.
When he came back he held up a dark brown wand, one that was a tad bit crooked at the tip. "I believe this is the one." He smiled; holding it up to show me. I glanced at it. "This here is a powerful wand. 8 and 3 quarters. Yew and unicorn hair." Eyeing while he handed it to me, and I took it. I felt a warm bride and nothing broke. He clap his hands and jumped a little. "Indeed that's the one." I smiled happily as I paid for the wand and walked out.
I met up with Anna as she had almost every school supply I needed, besides a couple books and an owl. She grinned at me. "What do you want to get; the owl or the rest of the books?" I laughed. "How about we stick together." I faintly smiled. "Alright ma'man." She bowed like a butler would do to his master. "Follow me."
When we got into the book store, Anna smiled politely and told me to browse through books and that I could keep one book. I thanked her and ran up the staircase. I was delighted to be getting a book since I have nothing else better to do than read. Unfortunately my parents do not have any more children or anything that I could play with. The only thing to keep me company was Anna and books.
I went down a few aisles, seeing a couple of mulit color books that looked interesting but nothing that caught me eye. I went down another aisle seeing two boys. One had chocolate brown hair and fair skin. His cheeks were a tad bit red due to the other boy who was laughing at him. The boy had blonde hair- almost the shade of white. I could see a glimmer of green and the smirk he had those the other boy. While the brown haired boy set his head down in shame.
I gave a worried expression towards the two boys. It didn't take long until the the brown haired boy looked up which made the blonde boy turn around. My heart skipped multiple beats and all I wanted to do now was run away.
My eyes widen and I didn't know what to do or to say, I couldn't even move my legs to save me. Both boys looked at me- the brown haired one looked hopefulness shinning through his eyes while the blonde one just snickered and rolled his eyes at me. "What are you doing here?" He spat. Confusion met my eyes as I wondered what I ever did to him. "Shopping for books." I stated. "But I didn't know I was going to be watching some somebody pick on another kid." He smirked. The other kid mouth thank you as he slowly backed away leaving me face to face with his tormentor. "Who are you anyways?" He asked not really wanting to know. "Eliza. Eliza Griswold."
His eyes went wide and his already pale skin turned white; like he'd seen a ghost. "Who are you?" I asked, interested in who this kid was. He stood up straight, trying to look important. His cold green eyes glared as he told me his name. "Draco Malfoy."