Jabatas Secret

Jabatas is an African man. He is the current Hogwarts headmaster. He told me his little secret. But before I tell you the story I just wanna say, I'm sorry that I haven't been posting. My studies have taken my forever! Luckily Professor Bean hasn't given me homework. Everyone else has to finish with they're Sufficating Vines! I finished in class. And in Transfiguration, I was the only one who could turn a turtle into a snuffbox! Also, Professor Whiteflight gave me a reduced amount of homework! Just for being the only one who could shine the Lumos light across the entire room! So anyway, this is the story.
I was in Potions. Professor Promise Humbarge came in and said "Excuse me. Professor? May I please borrow Miss Burmingham? The headmaster wishes to see her." Whew! I hate Potions! Now I can get out of it! But in my head behind the joy of not having to be poisened by the professor, it said,
What is this about? Did I do something?
Stop being a party pooper! No Potions!
What if I was framed? Maybe it was--
Look! Who cares? Do you WANNA be poisened by Professor Snipe?
No, but--
Well, why don't you start acting like it? Just get off--
Stop! Just stop! I don't care what you think! I'm just gonna be like a Gryffindor, and suck it up! I'm scared, but by being scared, I'll be brave!
"He-hello? Professor? You wanted to see me?" I said timidly. Ya. Brave. Right!
I familiar voice answered back "Oh. You really did invite a student." That was Draco Malfoy the fith. I heard he was so mean, and evil, that everyone did what he wanted. Apparently he can ruin anyone's life. "Well, we will finish this discussion later, Jabatas. One last warning, though. You better watch your "loving" little mouth. One day, it'll get into trouble."
Wow. Harsh. I thought Does he have to be so mean?
The door opened, and hit me. Malfoy stood for a second staring at the pathetic girl on the ground in front of him. Then he stepped over me and walked on. I can't wait to meet his son.
"Ah, Corinne. Come in, come in. I have something to tell you." he said. I was so relieved. That meant I wasn't in trouble. Once I sat down Jabatas said "You see, there is a peice of information that I know about. And I find that you are a smart girl. I know I can trust you. Have you ever read the Harry Potter books?" I nodded "And I suspect you know they are real events?" I nodded again "Well, all those characters, all those people, have been reincarnated. I will not tell you who is who. I guess you will be able to figure it out, but I will not. I wish you will keep this a secret?" I nodded AGAIN.
"Yes Professor. I certainly will. But, am I a reincarnation?" I said. If I am, I'll have SOME signifagence. I thought.
"Yes. Yes you are."

Going to Hogwarts

I was on the train. Sitting next to a boy named Nathaniel. He was crying. Something told me he wasn't very. Let's put it this way. EMOTIONALLY STRONG. I asked "What's wrong?" to my annoyance, since he was crying, it took him awhile to answer. "I can't find my toad, Travis." he said after 5 MINUTES. I helped him look for it. I entered a compartment that had 2 boys, who were stuffing there faces with wizards candy. Ugh. I did NOT want to do this. "Hello. Have you seen a toad? A boy named Nathaniel lost one. Are you doing magic? Let's see then." I realized I said that rather fast. The boys obviously noticed, too. That's all for this story. Does this sound familiar to you? It rings a bell, to me. Hmmm.

The Letter

It was a hot, summer day, in the middle of July. I got the mail, even though that's my brother's "chore"(my brother was still asleep). There was a letter that said:
Miss C. Burmingham
The Smallest Bed
(can't tell you this part)
Liverpoole
I opened it, and there, written in green ink, on heavy paper, was my letter. I let out a yelp that made Pap run into the room. "Pap! I got in! I got in! I'm going to Hogwarts!" For the first time, I was gonna go to London.

Hello, I'm Corinne

Hello, I'm Corinne. I lived in Liverpoole for 10 years. Then on my 11 birthday my parents confronted me. My mum said "Sweetie. Have you noticed strange things happening to you?" Of course, I was taken off guard. Before I could really decide whether I should say something I said "Yes. Why?" My parents exchanged worried looks. "We have something to tell you. W-you, are a witch. Like in the Harry Potter books. Those things actually happened. In fact, your great-great-great-grandfather was in the Battle at Hogwarts. His name was Aberforth Dumbledore." My eyes opened more each word they said. How could this be possible? How? Was I REALLY related to Aberforth Dumbledore? I felt like I was about to faint. I will tell you the rest of the story another time, because this post is too long.