This Could Be Something

Before I start this story I would like to just clarify somethings. First, I am writing this assuming that you have read the book series already. If you haven't then you may be a little bit confused.

Second, I am just going to start off with a short background so that everyone can meet the character and stuff. After I've done a little bit of an introduction to the series (it may be 2 or 3 chapters) I'm going fast forward to when all the characters are older so that I can move the story along a little bit... or it'll just take forever to go through the first few years.

Lastly, this is my first fanfiction on this site and I haven't written one in a lonnnnnng time so bare with me while I get more comfortable!

Please rate and review (that would be super helpful so that I can see what you guys like and what needs some work)

Lastly, (again...), I'm writing this from a British perspective, meaning that the main characters are British. I am not British so forgive me if I use American phrases!

Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter series or anything Harry Potter related!

NOTE: THIS HAS BEEN UPDATED SLIGHTLY SINCE POSTING! Just Avery's necklace!

Before we begin my story, let me introduce myself to you. My name is Avery Alexander. I live in Manchester with my grandmother and my younger brother, Dylan. My parents had died when I was three years old, and Dylan was just two. My story begins when I was just eleven years old, and just entering year 7 at St. Paul High School. I had known all my life that there was something slightly different about me from the other children at school though I wasn't really sure what it was. I wasn't the only one that noticed my oddities. In fact, it was one of the first things that people noticed about me. The other kids were rather mean about it and I was bullied a fair amount at school. For this reason I usually kept to myself and didn't really have any friends. There was Jessie, a girl in my class who didn't really have any friends either with whom I sat with at lunch but we really only sat together to avoid the bullies. I couldn't really call her a friend. So that just left me... alone.

I wasn't completely alone obviously. My gran and my brother were there. I was extremely close to my brother and we tended to spend most of our time together – playing, imagining, laughing.

Now that you have a little bit of background, let's start my story.

The bright summer sun was streaming through my window as I lay in bed. At this point, I had pulled my comforter over my head, completely to block out the glaring light. I knew that anytime moment now my grandmother would be knocking on the door to wake me up, so I tried to take advantage of the last few minutes of peace before the day began. Unlike most days though, today was special. It was my eleventh birthday. I didn't really care for my birthday, as I didn't have any friends to celebrate with, so it would just be the same as every year. Gran would wake me up in the morning with breakfast in bed (pancakes and bacon). After breakfast I could be able to open my gift and then the day would go on... just like any other day.

Like clockwork, there was a soft knock at my door and Gran peeked her head into my room. I smiled back at her tiredly and sat up in bed. She was carrying a tray of pancakes and bacon and my brother was carrying a glass of orange juice.

"Happy birthday, sweetheart. This is a very special birthday!" Gran said and gave me a kiss on the cheek. She placed the tray on my lap and I thanked her and my brother. As I ate happily, Gran left the room for a minute and came back with a small, wrapped package. I quickly stuffed the last bites of pancake into my mouth and set the tray aside. She handed me the box and I quickly ripped off the paper. Inside was a small jewellery box. It was the first piece of jewellery I had ever received so I was actually excited. Inside the little box was a small silver necklace with a tiny, green glass ball on it. The glass pendant was a light, leaf green. I looked at it in awe and my Gran helped me clasp the chain around my neck. Normally I didn't like girly things like necklaces but this one seemed to fit me perfectly.

"This was your mother's when she was a girl," Gran said, wiping away a tear. After thanking Gran again, she left so I could get ready for the day.

As it was the summer holiday at the moment, so I didn't have to prepare for school or anything. I went down the stairs when I was ready. I noticed some mail through the slot, so I picked it up while I passed the door. I absentmindedly flipped through the letters. Bill...bill...bill. However, the very last envelope caught my eye. It was quite a bit heavier than the other ones. There was a red seal on the back.

"Hmm... who is sending Gran letters?" I muttered. However, the biggest surprise came when I glanced at the name on the envelope. It was my name, not Gran's. I sat down at the dining room table and peeled open the seal. Inside were several thick pieces of paper. I pulled out the stack and started reading.

Congratulations on being accepted into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

The rest of the letter stated that the term began on September 1st and that a list of books and supplies were enclosed. My hands were shaking slightly as I continued to read the letter twice more. None of it made any sense. I assumed automatically that it was some kind of prank by some of the kids at school. Just as I had finished reading the letter a third time over Gran walked into the dining room. She immediately noticed the thick stack of parchment in my hand. She sat beside at the table. I looked up and noticed tears glimmering in her eyes.

"Gran, what's the matter?" I asked, wiping away one of the tears as they ran down her face.

"I knew it would happen for you ask well. I didn't want to say anything in case it didn't, but I knew it would!" she said, taking my hands into hers. I still had no idea what was going on.

"What would happen for me?" I asked.

"There are a lot of things I haven't told you, Avery. I think I need to explain a few things to you so that you'll understand. My daughter – your mother – was a witch. It is difficult to believe but it is the truth. I am not a witch so I was quite shocked when my daughter got a letter on her eleventh birthday claiming to be from a magical school. I thought it was some kind of prank by some of the boys down the street. However, a few minutes later a man appeared at our door. His name was Albus Dumbledore. He explained that witches and wizards were real, as well as werewolves, vampires and unicorns. It took some convincing but eventually Penny and my believed him. There was no denying it. It also explained a lot about my daughter... how she had managed to grow back her hair after I had chopped it all off... why that glass vase exploded one time when were fighting... so many things. It was amazing. Albus Dumbledore explained how to get her supplies and then she was off to Hogwarts. She attended for seven years before graduating."

I was staring at my grandmother as if she was crazy. I mean, obviously this was joke. Witches and wizards? Werewolves and vampires? I was about to interrupt but she stopped me.

"I also haven't been truthful about your parents' death. I told you that they were killed in a plane accident, but in reality they were killed by an evil wizard."

There was silence for a few seconds. Though it all sounded ridiculous to me, I couldn't imagine my Gran pulling a joke like this one me – especially one involving my parents. I also noticed that the tears had started to flow a little more freely. My own eyes started to prickle.

If what my Gran was saying was true, and somehow I could no longer doubt her sincerity, it would change everything. I finally managed to find my voice.

"Why didn't you tell me this sooner?" I whispered.

"Well as I am not magical, I wasn't sure if it would happen for you as well. I was worried that if I told you all about the world of magic and then it didn't happen for you, that you would be crushed. I know you showed a few signs but I wanted to be sure before I explained everything to you. Please forgive me, Avery. I really just wanted what was best for you," she said, while wiping away a few more tears.

I believed that Gran had kept this information from me to protect me so I couldn't be angry. I got up from my seat and hugged her. After breaking away from the hug I realized that I still had some more unanswered questions.

"So what does this mean? Am I going away to this Hogwarts place? And where do I get my supplies? And how do we pay for it all?" There were hundreds of questions that were threatening to burst out. My grandmother could probably tell this as she started to laugh.

"Well, yes. This means that you will be going away to Hogwarts. Your mother thought it was an amazing place and I'm sure you'll love it as well. We'll have to go to Diagon Alley to pick up your supplies tomorrow. And as for money, your mother left you a small inheritance of wizarding money which we can go pick up tomorrow!"

I was trembling with excitement. After I finished talking to Gran about the next day's trip, I reread my Hogwarts letter about twenty more times before having to eat lunch.

That night I fell asleep to images of great wizards and witches in my head!

Thanks for reading! :)