I held my Hogwarts acceptance letter in my hand.

After years of waiting, I had finally received it. 

Tears of joy sprung up into my eyes as I carefully opened it, my family watching from behind me with bated breath.

As I smoothed the paper, my eyes were drawn in to the neat cursive handwriting. I found myself skimming over the letter, taking in every inch of the paper that had allowed me to attend Hogwarts.

When I had finished reading the last book I would need - Magical Theory by Adalbert Waffling, I glanced over to my beaming family, who watched me roll the paper back with attentiveness.

"We're so proud of you Briar," my dad said, his eyes shining with delight.

His words caused my two younger siblings to come out of their dazed stupor and come tumbling towards me, causing me to lose my footing and land on the cold wooden floor. I caught a wisp of wavy dark brown hair, which was owned by my younger sister, aged 9. My 7-year-old brother's head soon popped into sight behind Monica's legs.

I laughed at my family, hugging them all one by one. 

At last, when I reached my frail emotional mother, she ushered me towards the living room. 

"Here," she passed me a silver necklace, with a butterfly pendant swinging lightly on it. "Your grandma gave this to me when I first started Hogwarts. I think it's only right if it gets passed onto you." She gave me a hearty smile.

I was overcome with emotion and happiness. "Thank you. It's beautiful," I whispered.

We stood there for a moment looking into each others eyes, before finally letting loose of all our emotions.

"Ahh! I'm so proud of you sweetheart!" my mother squealed as she hugged me with an unexpected force.

Laughing, I untangled myself from her dainty arms as I beamed at her.

***

"Ok, I think I've got everything I need. Mum, can you check-"

"Robert, you come back here right this instance!" my mother screamed, attracting a lot of unwanted attention at us.

I glanced over at my idiot of a brother, racing across the clustered shops, occasionally bumping into several people, their arms laden with books. He finally stopped, panting huge quick breaths as he reached the broom store.

My mother tried desperately to pull him back over to the quills section, but he wouldn't budge. 

Currently, this whole shopping spree was a mess: My dad and my sister had gone to the candy shop, and were still nowhere to be found. On the other hand, here I was trying to cram all my books into my already overflowing bag - My nuisance brother wasn't helping our case.

"C'mon sweetie, we need to find your sister and father," my mum said, keeping a tight grip on Robert, who couldn't stop looking back at the broom store. It was already crowded with mostly young boys, looking at the next new model of broomstick. I couldn't care less - I was never one for quidditch.

We lumbered over to one of the sweet shops, looking over at the masses of kids stationed across the room. Finally, we spotted a familiar dark headed gal, and I quickly ran over with my mum's footsteps pattering behind me.

"Tamara! What's been going on? I thought you said 30 mins. It's been what, an hour already?" my father questioned, sweat lining his forehead.

"Alan, something came up. Anway, it's all sorted now. Maybe we should think about heading-"

"Well, well, well. If it isn't the Stewarts," a drawling voice interrupted. 

Looking over, my family and I found ourselves face to face with none other than Lucius Malfoy, and his brat of a son Draco.

Draco smirked over at me which only fueled my anger at him. I had been through years of his family tormenting mine, with Draco adding to the fire by him frequently throwing insults my way. 

I glared back at him, which only deepened his smirk.

Lucius looked over at us in disgust, clearly noticing Rob's windswept hair and Nica's hand-me-downs. After the Weasleys, we were considered the next big 'blood-traitor' household.

Our father held Lucius' malevolent eye contact, not daring to break down in front of him. He too had been through many sorts of discrimination, simply because he worked for the Misuse of Muggle Artefacts department of the Ministry of  Magic.

"I suggest you get out of here, Lucius. As you can see, we're busy," my father spat out at him.

Lucius merely wore a smug smile. "And what do you have to say about the reduction of pay in your office. Apparently, they're cutting off people this Christmas. Dear dear, we only pray it's not you, Alan." 

My father was about to swing his arm before my mother grasped it tightly.

"Don't," she whispered. "We don't want what happened to Arthur last year to be happening to us. He's not worth it anyway."

"Aw, how cute. It's a shame you married him, Tamara. You're wizarding family was quite well off, that is, until you began mixing with his sort," Lucius shot a quick judging glance at my dad, "but that's not our problem anyway. We were here to collect Draco's broom. Did you hear, he's going to join the team this year, aren't you, my boy?"

We all looked over at Draco, who had been keeping quiet throughout the whole conversation. The quick attention brought him out of his trance at a certain raven-haired boy, and he quickly glanced up at his father before replying, "Yes. And you'll be expecting a good surprise when you see our brooms, Briar."

I growled in return. He obviously had bought his way into the team. Wait till that Potter boy beat him.

With that last remark, Lucius and his son turned their back to us, and sauntered off elsewhere.

As I glanced down at my siblings, I saw Nica cowering with fear. I knelt down to her level and whispered into her ear, "Don't mind any attention to them. They just think they're all high and mighty, when they most definitely aren't. You're a strong independent woman, don't let idiots like them put you off."

Monica looked over at me with gleaming eyes before our mother held her hand. I interlocked my fingers with my father, as did my brother, before leaving.

My eyes took in the grand glorious sight of Diagon Alley one last time, before I felt my feet take off the ground as I once again experienced the terrible stomach-churning apparition to Godric's Hollow.

A/N: Ahh, my first fan-fic! Hope u all enjoyed it! 😁