Hello , My name is Lizzy and I am an attender of Hogwarts school. But this isn't a story about the time I was there. This is a story about how I found out I was a witch! 

Down the road was Aunt Wilma's usual old bric-brac stall. " How are you my lovely Lizzy?" Aunt Wilma hates me but she acts nice anyway. With all my points gathered up she HATES me. She hates my tangled, tangled short brown hair, she hates my green eyes, she hates my dark-green jumper( which she gave to me herself!) and my red skirt that I wear every day." Say hello to your loving Aunty," and her long ,pointy nails dug into my back gradually. I saw something unusual on her table which I never saw before. A grey cat made of pottery. "What's there you've caught your eye on dear? ," I stayed silent. I could see what was on her mind- You're so quiet, speak up , speak up! She thought I was going to buy something from her stall, because no one buys anything from there. I just walked forward and picked the cat up, it didn't have a price tag. I could see Aunt Wilma's face darken. " That's not to buy!!" she shouted suddenly making me wobble. I put it back with all the other useless bric-bracs and stroked it. Then you'll never guess what! Aunt Wilma's eyes widened, and the cat magically transformed into an old cat which Aunt Wilma quickly picked up and turned around so that I wouldn't see. "Get out" she mumbled. I couldn't hear. " GET OUT, " she shouted. From that moment on I knew that not only that Aunt Wilma was different but also that she now would hate me even more........

Think I thought. THINK THINK,THINK,THINK. I was so confused. How could a cat magically just transform into a real , living thing?

I came back home with my mind bursting with questions. Mum came and asked why I was so late. It wasn't like I was going to get told off for it, so I told her the truth. What else was I supposed to say? One thing you should know about Lizzy is that she has no imagination and is terrible at making excuses. When I mentioned Aunt Wilma's name, I heard Mum grumbling. I had luckily not managed to tell her about the cat. " What is it Mum?" I asked and what I got back was one of those looks. I carried on talking about what happened but I then spilled the beans and told her about the cat.- Another thing you should know about Lizzy is that she can't keep secrets. Mum's face went all dull. My tummy was churning." Lizzy we are witches," there was a pause. " We are witches and the reason why Aunt Wilma hates us is because she is a death eater. What's a death eater? I thought. She explained what it was to me. Apparently, there is a dark wizard called Voldemort which people call You-know-who and Aunt Wilma is part of his team..............