I was sprinting home from school on the Friday i got the letter. I was already late, i didn't want my mother to think i had told anyone. I was really gonna get it. I had to be home at 3:30 sharp or earlier, and it was 3:31. My bus had been late, and that makes me late. I skidded around the corner, and jumped onto the steps. I quietly opened the door and shut it silently.
"Eh-hem." My mother cleared her throat from the kitchen.
"oh yes. You're late Halle. Get in here.'' she instructed. I dropped my backpack and slowly moved towards her. she was holding the knife.
"No, no please! Mother please no!" I cried.
'Get over here now." She ordered. I walked towards her and she forcefully grabbed my arm.
"Please mother, it won't happen again!" I begged.
"I know it won't. This is insurance." She whispered evilly. She thrust my sleeve up to reveal three previous scars. She put the knife on my arm, pressing down a bit.
"Scream and i slit your throat, got it?"
"Yes mother." I whimpered. She pressed down harder and cut my arm. I chocked back a scream as blood trickled down it.
"Now go clean up and do your homework. Don't get any blood on it and cause suspicion, got it?" She said.
"Yes mother." I simply said. That was really the only thing i said to her. i grabbed my backpack and began sobbing, the pain unbearable. Blood unceasingly trickled down it. I hated when she did this. The first time i got it i asked if i could invite a friend over when i was 9. The second i tried to run away when i was 10. the third was when i was late a few weeks ago. And now a new one. i washed it up, watered blood flowing down the sink. i wrapped up my cut with an old bandage from under the cabinet in the bathroom and tied it around my wound. The bleeding slowed and soon stopped, but now i had to clean the bathroom.
I was doing my homework on the kitchen when mother came storming in.
"One, crying is for whims. Two, who have you been sending letters to?!" she screamed.
"What? Letters?" I asked. "I have a letter?"
"Yes, and you know what happens if you tell people about your home life." She said.
"Crap." I whispered.
"Get over here girl. Now." My mother growled. I was done for. I hadn't lettered anyone, but my mother wouldn't here of it. I know she wouldn't. I sprinted past her, grabbing the letter, but not escaping in time to avoid her slitting my arm. I yelled out in pain as i clutched it, darting for the door. I flung it open and flew outside. My mother didn't dare follow me outside. Even she was smarter than that. I dashed down the deserted street, looking for a car or something to drive past so i could hail it down.
I waited a night, a day, two nights, two days, yet none came. I had almost forgotten i had the letter in my pocket. i pulled it out. It read,
Dear Miss Denton,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
"Wow. Really?" I thought to myself. "No way. This must be some sort of joke. But then again.... I might be able to get this stuff in London, which is only an hours walk from here, i think. Maybe three... i can't remember, but i should probably get started." I told myself as i began walking down the road. Just then, after days and days or waiting and walking, i saw the front of a car slowly drive closer. I knew it wasn't my mothers, (she had a blue truck, this one was a silver mini-van) so i began to wave it down. It pulled over right in front of me, and a women with pale skin and brown hair in a bun stepped out of her car.
"what are you doing in the middle of a basically abandon high way all by yourself?" She asked.
"It's a long story, but could you get me to London?" I asked.
"Sure, if you tell me why."
"Meeting family and getting school supplies." I lied about the first part, obviously.
"Alright, hop in, but didn't your parents ever tell you not to talk to strangers?" she asked suspiciously.
"Um..." I didn't know how to answer that.
"Uh huh. You're running, aren't you?" She questioned. "Don't worry, i did when i was younger, too." She informed me.
"How do i know you aren't lying?" I questioned.
"I'm a complete stranger, how can you trust me? I understand. Go with your gut." She said.
"Alright, but just to London. That's it." I said. she smiled softly. She looked about in her twenties. If she really was bad, I figured nothing could be worse then what mother did at home.
"Hop in." She said. i skipped over, and just then my stomach rumbled. I realized i hadn't eaten anything for days.
''i have a sandwich in the car, you can have it." She said. i smiled.
"Thank you, um, what's your name?" I asked.
"Katie. And yours?"
"Nice name. So London?" She asked.
"Yup. Do you know the school, Hogwarts?" I asked her. She probably didn't but....
"I do, actually. My sister went. How did you...?"
"I just got the letter." I said.
"Hm, i know where to take you. What blood status are you?" She asked.
"Blood status-?" I asked.
"Muggle-born, then. Never mind. Hope you're comfy, this is gonna be a long ride. The sandwich is in the glove compartment. Hope you like mayo." She laughed. I didn't, but beggars couldn't be choosers. I munched it happily, thanking the Lord for food. It was pretty good aside from he the mayo. When we finally got there is was 5:00 pm. The road was bumpy but i din't care. it beat walking. She pulled up in front of some old tavern, and we hopped out.
"Where are we?" I asked, confused.
"You'll see." She said. I sighed. We walked in, and it still looked like an old tavern. the sign read 'The Leaky Cauldron'. what is a cauldron?