To tell you the truth whenever you said wizard I never thought "Oh! I'm one!" I thought of fiction or maybe Gandolf from the Lord of the Rings.

Why? Because I didn't know I was one, at first.

You see I don't have an amazing family history like Millie does. I came from a muggle family for all I knew, however, I didn't know my Father because he had been killed in an accident when I was a baby. I only knew there was something weird about me.

And here's my telling of that fateful day:

It was my turn to make breakfast that day so I pulled myself out of bed (or more like rolled out and hit the floor with a thud) and got dressed in my favorite outfit, a black sweater with a gold stripe and a pair of black pants, then left my room. While rubbing my eyes I nearly fell down the stairs, but I was able to catch the railing on time and successfully walked down to the kitchen without any more mishaps.

I hated to cook, thus I sighed and, pulling out a box of cereal (it was "healthy" because mom was a nutritionist freak that hated it if my siblings or I had a piece of candy in our possession that was bigger than her finger), some toast, strawberry jam, and bananas. I decided it was better than nothing.

I was just finishing breakfast when my annoying little sister Niva entered the room with my even more irritating youngest sister, Mary, trailing behind her.

"You two look like those zombies from the video games you like to play," I commented without even looking at them, taking out some spoons from the drawer

And I knew Niva made a face and Mary stuck her tongue out.

"Can you get Hannah and mom up please?" I asked while pulling out the milk from the fridge.

"Why don't you?" Mary asked sassily.

"Because, it just so happens, I made breakfast," I said, but knew what they were going to say next.

"So? There isn't even very much here," Mary said pointedly.

"If you're so picky why didn't you do it?" I snapped

Mary rolled her eyes and started to argue but came up empty.

"Because it was your turn," said Niva coming to her rescue, while folding her arms.

I gave them an exasperated look and said: "Will you please just go wake up the others?"

I ended up doing it anyway.

I first woke up my mom then opened Hannah's door and tried to wake her up which was difficult because I couldn't walk in. Why? Because it was an unspoken rule that you were not allowed to go into your older sibling's room, but your older sibling could go in yours, whether you liked it or not. Finally, I succeeded in yanking her from slumber.

After a nice breakfast with only a little fighting, I went to my room to get some reading done. I don't know how long I was in there but after what only felt like fifteen minutes, my little sisters brought me a letter that was addressed to "Mr. Z. Whitehurst" and insisted on watching me open it. I got my revenge for their awful behavior towards me earlier and made them go away.

After locking the door, I examined the letter and smiled because I liked letters that had the kind of fairy tale air to it. I assumed it was sent by a friend of mine because there was no return address.

It read:

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry Headmaster: Minerva McGonagall

Dear Mr. Whitehurst,

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 necessary books and equipment. Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later than July 31.

Yours sincerely, Minerva McGonagall, Headmaster

I blinked at it in disbelief. I hadn't applied to that school, I don't think. Maybe mom knew something about it.

I slid off my bed with the letter in my hand and went downstairs and found my mom reading a book about health in the living room.

"Mom, I got accepted to someplace called Hogwarts," I told her.

I didn't think she would pay attention and that I would have to repeat myself. Instead, she jumped and dropped her book.

"W-Where did you say you were accepted to?" she asked, obviously a little worried and terrified.

"Hogwarts, school of witchcraft," I said, wondering why she was acting like this. I thought she would think it was some kind of prank, but she began to comb her fingers through her hair and mumbling something about witchcraft, wizards, wands, letters, too soon, owls, etc. Then grabbed the letter from my hand and read it.

"Mom stop it and tell me what's wrong!" I said firmly.

Instead of answering me she looked at me with tears in her eyes and said: "Do you remember your father?"

I shrugged, worry started to worm its way into my heart. It was painful for me to talk about dad because I had never met him.

"Do you know how he died?" she tried again.

"He got in an accident," I answered simply, not liking where this was going

"Do you know what the accident was?" Mom pressed.

I shook my head.

She looked me in the eye, grasping my arm.

"He was killed by a man who placed a curse on him."

I frowned. What was she talking about? Why was she joking about father's death?

"Are you sure?"

"It was a spell meant for someone else and that's what killed him."

She was now making me uncomfortable.

"Mom! Stop it!" I yelled, "Why would you joke about dad's death! That's not what happened!"

She took my hand.

"It is, honey, it is."

"Well, then the man would have to be a wizard!" I stated. I didn't expect what she said next.

"He was, Zander, and so was your father."

"...What..?"