My mind drifted from the wondrous dreams I was having. Something was pecking. I struggled to get up. Pain spread to my whole body. My eyes, still clouded with slumber, blurred my vision. As I drifted back to focus, I noticed the tiniest owl I'd ever seen. I stood up and unlatched the hook on my window
The little critter fluttered around the room. The light blues and lilacs of my room suddenly felt less calm as it sped around.
"STOP!" I shouted angrily. The owl skidded to a halt. I untied the note from his leg and let the owl loose. As I unfurled the parchment, thought raced through my head. Who could it be? How do they know me?
I stared at the neat handwriting the was crammed to the page. It read:
"Dear Lily Luna Potter,
My name is Rose Weasley. I am eleven years old. My mum tells me all about your parents, says I should write you. I have strawberry blonde hair and freckles. I am tall with brown eyes. I know it is weird to get letters from a stranger, so make sure your parents see this. Oh, and I'm your cousin.