Owl Post

A girl with shoulder-length dark brown hair, oval face and slim body, was sleeping peacefully when her bedside alarm clock went off loudly. She yawned but wasn't in the mood to get up. After waking up early in the morning almost for two months her body refused to ruin the day off. The reason behind her early mornings were her martial arts lessons which she took over her summer break. 

Her father had asked her to take something easy after her first-day lesson when she came back home with bruises on her entire body. But she was determined to learn. Anyone will think it's because she wants to defend herself. True, she really wants to defend herself but there are other ways to do that especially when you are a witch, a real on. 

Yes, the girl lying on her bed right now, is a real witch. She goes to a school Hogwarts which is for young Witches and Wizards.

She finally got up from her bed when she heard a sound. Something had hit her window. She knew exactly what was it. She walked over to the window, opened it and picked up a brown owl. 

"Hey, Errol."

Errol was the family owl of her friend and a pureblood witch Ginny Weasley. Over the summer Ginny had written many letters and every time Errol had come to deliver it. Unfortunately, every time he had hit the window.

The girl took the letter from Errol's legs, then carried Errol to Leon, her own owl's cage. Errol opened one bleary eye, gave a feeble hoot of thanks, and began to gulp some water. 

The girl smiled and opened the letter: 

Dear Chris, 

Thanks for your birthday present. I liked the muggle game set very much. Ron, Fred, George and even Charlie were playing with me. As I mentioned before we are in Egypt, we have enjoyed lots of things. It's very beautiful here in Egypt. Bill's taken us around all the tombs and you wouldn't believe the curses those old Egyptian wizards put on them. Mum wouldn't let me go in the last one. Ron said, there were all these mutant skeletons of Muggles who'd broken in and grown extra heads and stuff. I didn't believe him.

You know, I'm so happy to be here, I can't even begin to explain to you. Thanks to God that Dad won the money.

We'll be back about a week before term starts and we'll be going up to London to get our new books. Any chance of meeting you there? I mean it's ok if you've already brought your books and stuff. Also, how is your training going? Is it finished or not? Tell me. 

Bye... 

Ginny... 

P.S: Harry left his Uncle's home and living in Leakey Cauldron now, I heard Dad talking to Mom. 

Ginny's family the Weasleys were not very rich, in fact, they were very poor but every member in that family has a great heart. In her last letter, Ginny had informed that her father had won a lottery in the Ministry of Magic which was a piece of great news.

And then there was Harry. Harry Potter, an orphan boy who happened to be best friends with Ginny's older brother Ron, lives with his Uncle and Aunt; and who always goes through some kind of trouble. Now he had left his Uncle and Aunt's house (God knows why) and was living in Leakey Cauldron (according to Ginny), which was the entrance of the Magical market, Diagon Alley. 

After some time Chris freshens up and left her room. Her father Mr Norton was cooking in the kitchen, she entered the kitchen and sat near him. 

"Don't you had a meeting or something today?" Chris said while scanning the kitchen for food. 

"Yes. I had and it ended one hour ago so I came back." Her father said giving her breakfast. 

"Oh, alright," Chris started eating. 

"Don't eat much now, it's nearly time for lunch." Her father smiled. 

"Agh! I overslept. I shouldn't have." 

"Hmm... I think you deserve it." 

"Hey, remember Harry? He left his Uncle and Aunt's house and living in Diagon Alley now."

"Why?" 

"No idea. I didn't write to him after his birthday." Chris said chewing the last bit of toast.

"And what about Ginny?" 

"She is in Egypt. She is going to come back a week before we leave for school. Luna is also on a vacation with her father. I heard they were searching for some kind of new magical beast. Colin was in his home the last time he wrote to me." 

"I asked you if you want to go somewhere. You declined." Her father said looking amused.

"Yes. Because you had important work meetings, Dad. Just because you're the boss doesn't mean you can leave those meetings for the sake of your daughter's holiday." 

"You know I can." Mr Norton said laughing.

"But I don't think it's a good idea. By the way, I was thinking about trying for Quidditch this year. What do you think?" 

"I think you're asking for a broomstick. We will buy it, no need to beg." Mr Norton said in a sing-song voice. 

"Daaaaddd!" Chris groaned. "I'm not asking for a broom. I'm asking if it's ok with you if I try for a flying game? You know what - leave it. I know the answer, and please don't buy anything yet, if I got selected then I'll send you a letter. And then, only then you can buy a broom and send it to me. Deal?" 

"Deal. So when are we going to Diagon Alley? You didn't buy any of your school supplies yet." 

"I know. Let's go next week."