A/N: So this is basically one of my very first stories. It's not very good, and it's EXTREMELY short. I'm mainly posting it because...well...I don't know really. I had big plans for this story, and after a while, I realized it was crap and rather than just forgetting about it, I finished it and this is the product of when someone isn't passionate about what she's writing. Sooo... don't be too harsh. My other stuff is much better.

Morphing into Hogwarts

Chapter One

Harry's POV

"By Jake, thanks for the movie and dinner…" she said before giving him a goodnight kiss. It was long and pretty intense. She broke away.

"Anytime," Jake said as he walked back down the girl's porch steps back to his car.

The girl was watching him closely even as he drove away. She stood in front of her door looking at her street, watching each of her neighbors' houses for a minute or two. She took and extremely long look at the house diagonal from hers for no apparent reason. After many minutes, she turned to her door. It creaked slowly open. She stepped inside the house. Her family was sitting on the couch in the living room.

"Kristina, we need to talk to you," her father started. "You already know what you are, and I know how you want to go to a school for it." Kristina nodded her head eagerly.

"Well, we've been thinking and we've decided to send you to one," her mother continued. She squealed in excitement.

"Thanks! Well, I'm going up to bed. Could you tell me the other details tomorrow morning?"

You awoke from your deep sleep to find yourself thinking deeply about the dream you just had. And the most peculiar part about the dream is that the house that the girl Kristina had spent so long looking at looked familiar to you. You sat up in your bed and looked around your messy dorm room. There were magazines and newspapers with titles like 'The Chosen One: Is the Boy Who Lived Really Him' or the thing that made you depressed 'Sirius Black Dead in the Ministry of Magic'. You ran your fingers through your jet black hair and blinked your electric green eyes, trying to think of why that house looked so familiar and why the girl look vaguely familiar herself. You gave up on this and fell back on your pillow and back to sleep. You would be riding a train to leave your school for the summer tomorrow… unfortunately.

Kristina's POV

You were sitting in your room too excited to sleep, too excited to read, too excited to I-m anyone, and too excited to get out of bed and look out the window. So there you sat, on your canopy bed, looking in the mirror and figuring out what color you wanted your hair for when you went to your new school. You're hair was naturally brown, and after a few years of hating it, you found that you were a Metamorphmagus. You made your hair blonde and changed your chocolaty eyes to a sparkling light silver color. But you wanted to change for school, at least your eyes. They seemed to hypnotize guys into saying some cheesy pick up line like, "You must be tired cause you've been running through my mind all night." And the only guy you had ever accepted and stayed with was Jake Martin, a boy with bleach blonde hair and light blue eyes. He was cool and calm unless he saw you talking with another guy, then he would go berserk. But other than that he was perfectly normal.

The street lamps turned on outside. You knew that it was early in the night, but you wanted to be fully awake tomorrow. You would learn about your new school and have your last day of normal school. The last day you would ever see the school again. So you turned out your light and opened the window. The moment your head hit the pillow, you were asleep and dreamless. And as if you just blinked, your alarm clock was ringing at six in the morning. You changed into your school uniform and went downstairs to eat breakfast and find out about school. But your parents weren't there. Instead there was a note reading:

Sorry we're not there; we're at a very important meeting. We'll see you later on tonight. Have fun on your last day of school.

"Flipping parents… liars… no good idiots," you said to yourself. You took a bite of toast and left your house to walk to school. You saw the fat boy from the house diagonal from yours with all his pratty friends. He went to your school and was quite unintelligent… you never said that though. You would say something more along the lines of 'stupid fat ass git.' And boy was he fat… more like obesely obese with fat on the side… and he liked to beat up kids younger than him and he was in wrestling. His name? Dudley Dursley. His new favorite kid to pick on? You. Kristina Cornelius. The sassy blonde who could take him if he didn't weigh as much. The one with the mysterious personality of hiding things. The girl who lived across the street. The one who looked upon their house much too much and so obviously that his father would go mad.

You reached the school and began your classes with peace. It wasn't until lunch that things got ugly.

You were sitting with Jake and his friends and their girlfriends and your friends and their boyfriends. Dudley obviously wanted to pick a fight because he called your name and stood just a few feet away from you.

You got up from your laying position and walked toward him. "What do you want?" you said in a bored kind of way.

"Why do you keep looking around my house every night?" Dudley asked curiously.

"Why would you care? You look around my house," you said smartly.

"No I don't!" he whined.

"You are such a whiney baby…" you said under your breath.

"Say that again," he threatened.

"Okay. You… are… such… a… whiney… baby," you said loud and clear. He took a step closer to you as if to intimidate you. "That doesn't work with me," you said. You turned to your friends who were watching the scene with shock and awe. There eyes went wide all of a sudden. You turned to see Dudley just about to take a swing at you. You ducked just in time to miss him and ran five or six feet away. But it wasn't far enough. He took another few quick steps towards you and swung again. You dove under his arms and got behind him. He turned and you took your only chance to get him. Your fist flew through the air and hit him in the cheek. He looked dumbstruck. You turned to your table with pride practically written on your face. You sat down and weren't bothered by anyone for the rest of the school day.

Harry's POV

And there they were, waiting impatiently for you to get over there. Mr. Dursley was as fat as ever with his skinny wife. Dudley was obviously taking after his father in the looks and the obesity. You said your goodbyes to your friends and left to meet the Dursleys. They didn't say a word to you for the whole drive home. You were depressed. Your godfather had died; you had made a fool of yourself in front of Dumbledor, and you were to spend summer alone. After a while you were sure that you would be sent to Headquarters, but that was Sirius's house and you didn't want anything that would remind you of him.

The car pulled into the driveway and you got out along with everyone else. When you were dragging you trunk to the front door you noticed that the Dursley's house was the house you saw in the dream you had last night. So there was a girl who lived in this neighborhood who was suspicious of the Dursleys… or you. But you had been gone all year, so she couldn't have been suspicious of any magic… maybe she had noticed you last summer and wondered about you absence? You reached your room with much trouble and looked out the window to the street, trying to figure out the house in which Kristina lived. But what if she wasn't real? What if that dream was just a dream? But it was worth a look just to be sure. You looked to the house diagonal and left. They had no porch like the house in the dream. But the house diagonal and to the right had a porch. House number five, you'd keep that in mind. The night grew later and later as you watched the house, not knowing that Kristina was sitting there, waiting for a new day.