I fell for a Scot's man (Oliver wood love story)

"I'm a what?!" you yelled at your grandmother as she looked down and nodded "that's. That's. Brilliant!" you hugged her. And squealed in delight "I thought you said I wasn't one because I didn't get a letter when I was 11?" you sat back down across from her and held her hands. 
"it seems that you are a late bloomer. It is rare but the magical gene in muggle borns can be delayed a few years" you looked at her and smiled. 
"so I'm really going to Hogwarts?" she nodded and you jumped up and down happily and ran towards your room "best 15th birthday ever!" you yelled over your shoulder. You ran to your room and pulled out the trunk your parents bought you for school before they died. You threw in your favorite top and jeans. You placed in some underwear and 'toiletries' and looked for you all stars. You looked under your bed and found you old diary hiding behind some cloths. You picked it up and keeled on the floor, flipping the book from front to back. You opened it and flipped through the pages. You stopped on 6 of October 2006 and looked at the entry.
Dear diary
It's my 11th birthday and I am disappointed that
I haven't got my letter from Hogwarts. I had a dream Last night about a handsome boy. He was Scottish And dressed in robes. He was falling 
with a broom by his Side and it scared me. I hope I never dream it again
Love Gina xoxoxox 
You turned the page to see a picture of the boy you drew. It was very detailed but not your best work. His eyes where closed and his robes fluttering as he fell. You closed the book and ran your fingers across the cover. You stood up still staring at the diary and placed it in your trunk. You ran down stairs to find your grandmother buttoning her jacket. 
"oh gina. Put on your shoes. Where going shopping" you gasped and picked up your favorite converse and slipped them on. You ran outside with your grandmother walking slowly behind you. 
You soon reached diagon ally and purchased your school things. You found your wand and bought some robes. Your grandmother left you in a sweets shop. You looked at all the different flavors of chocolate and purchased some berty Botts every flavor beans and began to walk outside. A boy bumped into you making you fall backwards 
"oh sorry" he had a strong Scottish accent you looked up and took the hands he was holding out to you. He pulled you up and picked up the beans you dropped and handed them back to you. 
"thanks" you said breathlessly, holding the beans to your chest. He smiled and walked away "wait!" you turned around and he stopped. You thought you recognized him "what's your name?" he turned around and smiled
"Oliver. Oliver wood" you blushed
"I'm Gina. And thanks for helping me up" you turned away and walked to a bench out side. You ate a few of the beans and giggled at there unusual flavors.  
"happy birthday gina" you looked up to see your grandmother holding a brown spotted owl. You took it from her and stroked it's belly 
"thank you so much!" you giggled as the bird played with your hair and placed her in the cage your grandmother was holding. "I'll call her honeysuckle" you said as you closed the cage. You soon arrived home and slumped on the couch. You took out your potions textbook and began to read while grandma took a nap. You soon fell asleep and the book fell on your chest. 
-dream-
A boy falling from the sky and landing with a thud. A boy in green robes holding a bat smiled showing his rotten teeth
-end dream-
You woke up panting hard and wiped your brow off the sweat dripping in your eyes. You swallowed hard and sat up straight. Your potions book fell to the floor face down. You picked it up and placed it on the table. You stood up and walked past the kitchen. 
"ahh your awake. Wash up dinners almost ready" you saw your grandmother stirring a pot of soup And walked up stairs. You walked in to the bathroom and splashed water on your face. You dried yourself off and walked downstairs. You sat down and ate. Once you finished your soup you began to clean up. You bid your grandmother goodnight and whet to bed. 
'I'm going to Hogwarts tomorrow!' was all you could think 'I'm really going'