I woke up in a cold sweat. It was morning. The light shone through the window and the soft breeze brushed against my face. I turned over and looked at my clock. It was 9 o'clock. I heard my shout us down so I went to get my breakfast.
"You were saying some weird things last night." Dad said, trying to break the silence. "I was?!" I replied. "Yes, you were going on about He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, and how he was going to kill you." He told me. I never knew I was sleep talking. "Oh" I said.
"Alright kids, one week until school. We're going to diagon ally, I've got your letters and lists so this year we each have to be super kind to lily." Said mum. "But why?" Albus asked. He sniggered and I glared at him. "Because it's her first year. JAMES!!!" Mum shrieked. James had tried to block the sink with his stash of failed puking pasties ( Uncle George had given him the recipe for his puking pasties and James had created a new type of product) but terribly. Mum also told us we had to start to pack out bags.
We spent over 5 hours in diagon ally and when we got home we were all shattered. When I got upstairs, the second my head touched the pillow I fell into the deepest sleep ever.