Chapter 1
Chapter one: The magic returns.
Mary Thomas had the perfect life. She lived in the outskirts of southern London with her husband James and her son dean. She had a beautiful garden with lilies and forget me nots. Her cottage had a white gate all round it and a green door. From the outside the Thomas family was picture perfect. However when nighttime came Mary had violent dreams. It was all blurry and she could never make out the faces around. She watched people she did not know die over and over again.
Mary had one other secret. She could not remember anything before she turned 22. She always felt lucky to have James. There was something familiar about him in a way she could not name. She was content with her life of mystery and odd little habits until the past came knocking on her door or rather her window.
The Thomas family had just sat down for dean’s birthday breakfast. She had woken up at 5 that morning to make pancakes, and sausages, to cut up fruit and make a sort of frosting like syrup. It was her son's 11th birthday after all. Dean was tearing into his pancake with a large grin when there came a bang at the window. Mary rushed to the window and peered through it. Nothing was there aside from an odd looking letter and a feather. She turned to her husband who was now standing beside her. His face flashed with recognition and then fear.
“James darling? Are you alright?” She asked.
“Oh yes dear. Nothing to worry about.” He smiled and sat back at the table. Dean shot him a questioning look but James simply shook his head.
Mary unlocked the back door and grabbed the items. She recognized the feather as that of an owl. She wasn't quite sure how she knew this but she did. That sort of recognition happened from time to time. Like how she knew she must never wear silver or that bellatrix was the worst constellation. She turned over the letter.
“Oh it's for you dean.” She said closing the door and returning to the table.
“Well I don't want to open the strange letter. You do it mom” he replied.
“Oh all right.” she said while rolling her eyes.
She opened the letter and read.
“To Mr Dean Thomas you are here by accepted into Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry”
She felt the world spin. It was like a fog was starting to lift. She wasn't in her cottage in South London anymore. She was in her parents' flat. She still had the letter in hand but it said someone different.
Dear Ms Mary MacDonald.
She looked up at her parents' quizzical looks. Her whole life began to fall back into place. She was a witch and she was back at the beginning.