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In Which Megan Adapts

The minute she woke up, Megan knew something was different. She didn't open her eyes but instead focused on why she felt a bit off. Last night she had been binge watching LOST. Normally that meant she'd be waking up with back pain because that's what always happens when she slept on the couch. Currently, she felt no pain. In fact, she'd go as far as to say that she probably was feeling well rested.

When she finally opened her eyes she nearly had a panic attack. She was lying in a unfamiliar bed in an unfamiliar room. What the HELL? She quickly sat up, where the hell was she and what had happened the night before?

Before Megan could think further, an owl flew through the room and landed on a perch that was nestled in the corner. AN OWL. And it had a letter attached to it. Who still uses owls to deliver messages? Was she dreaming of Harry Potter? Yes, that made sense. She was totally dreaming. Slowly, she made her way toward the owl. Just because she accepted the fact that she was dreaming, didn't mean she wanted to be attacked by a dream owl. Untying the letter, she made her way back to the bed to read it.

Megan Johnson,

By now I hope you've realized that you have joined what your peers fondly call 'The Potterverse'. Your life was pitiful, and you were slowly dying anyway. You were at a standstill, so I pulled some stings and inserted you here in this world. There is no going back, so I hope you embrace this second chance.

You're now known as Megan Jones. She was a nobody here and horribly insecure. She spoke very little, if at all. I have also given her a second chance elsewhere, so do not fret on taking over her life.

You're a pure-blood and your parents died in the last war. You were raised by your aunt and uncle, but once you started Hogwarts they decided to travel. You are currently living with Gwenog Jones and Hestia Jones, your cousins. Gwenog is a beater and captain of the Holyhead Harpies, and Hestia is a Healer. They are very rarely home, so you have plenty of alone time to practice magic and come to terms with things.

That's another thing, magic. I have transferred all of the other Megan's memories into you, if you focus you'll find them. But it's up to you to practice the magic and get accustomed to it. I'm sure you'll get the hang of it in time. Come September, you will be entering your third year as a Hogwarts Hufflepuff student.

Wishing you the best of luck,

Lady Fate

Megan stared down at the letter. Nope, this cannot be happening. These things didn't happen. It was all a very elaborate dream. She'd be waking up in her apartment any second now. She pinched herself. Ouch, okay that hurt. A lot. Note to self, don't pinch so hard next time.

Okay. Breathe in, and out. Slowly. Come on Megan, no panicking. She lay back down on the bed, taking time to gather her thoughts and calm down.

Once she calmed down and accepted her fate, she took a look around at her new room. There was a large window overlooking the grounds with an owl perch next to it. Across from her bed there was a large bookshelf that covered the majority of the wall. Next to that, there was a messy desk that held a mountain of parchment, quills, and ink. Her gaze then fell to a charms book sitting on her bedside table. Grinning, she took the book into her hands and opened it. Leafing through the book, her brain felt strange. It was as if she knew this information already. She then caught herself thinking of the charms essay she had to write for her summer homework. It was an odd feeling, it would take some getting used to. Exploring a bit more, she went to look at what was behind the three doors. One led to a hallway, the other to a bathroom, and the last to a large closet.

Fascinated, she let her hands glide along the various fabrics. She had never owned this much clothing in her life. Turning to look at the party dresses, she came to an abrupt halt when she caught sight of her reflection. With disbelief, Megan stared at her reflection. Looking down at her body she did a double take, this was so weird. Before her stood a blonde teen with large boobs. She was almost a stereotypical blonde, if it weren't for the pudge. She was a teenager who hadn't lost her baby fat yet. She poked at her belly rolls, it looked like this Megan didn't get any physical activity. Unsure on what to do about this just yet, Megan ignored it for the moment. Instead, she grabbed a dress that her brain happily informed her was her favorite of the lot. She dressed, tamed her long hair into a braid, and set off to explore the rest of the place.

Throughout the day, Megan was hit with memories. Every time something would catch her eye, she'd learn something. Like of the stairs she fell down when she was ten, or the couch that used to be red but she changed to blue with accidental magic when she was seven. She found out that the house was in the Welsh countryside and it used to be her parents' house. The surrounding grounds were also Jones property, the forest, Quidditch pitch with stands, the gardens, and the creek. It was lovely and it was all hers once she turned seventeen.

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Megan spent the following week re-reading the first and second year textbooks. Thanking fate that the underage magic rule didn't apply to pure-blood households, she diligently practiced the spell work. She was happy to say, the first and second year spells weren't too difficult. She was a natural with charms, decent with transfiguration and potions, but herbology and defense against the dark arts were her worst subjects. She didn't care much for herbology at the moment, but defense was important.

The rest of the summer passed quickly. Now and then Gwenog and Hestia would stop by, but it was more like living with absent roommates. Gwenog had a rigorous Quidditch training schedule, and Hestia had a frankly horrendous schedule for her first year as a healer.

Upon reading the Daily Prophet and remembering that Sirius Black's escape from Azkaban would cause dementors to be posted at the school, Megan took to learning the patronus charm. It was the most difficult spell she had tried, all she would get was a misty shield until one day it clicked and she got it! When she finally saw what corporeal form her patronus took, she laughed. A butterfly, the symbol for change, how fitting.

Mid-summer, she wrote a letter to Professor Sprout letting her know she would like to take Arithmancy and Care of Magical Creatures instead of the previous Divination and Muggle Studies the other Megan chose. There was no way she was going to sit through those classes, she knew everything there was to learn in Muggle Studies and Divination was a load of dung. Arithmancy sounded much more interesting; and on remembering that Hagrid was going to be teaching, she decided on COMC over Ancient Runes. She'd study runes on her free time instead. Once she received the go ahead from Professor Sprout to take those subjects, she went to Diagon Alley.

Once in the Alley, Megan grabbed all her school supplies quickly along with some interesting extra defense and charms books. There were very few people out shopping, she noticed most Wizards and Witches tended to wait until the last week before shopping. On a whim, she stopped inside a jewelry shop and bought herself a charm bracelet for her birthday. She'd always wanted one, and since her birthday landed on the 5th of September, she'd already be in school and would have no time to shop. She only bought herself one charm, her birthstone, a sapphire. She'd let her cousins know to buy her charms for her birthday, that way she'd have a lovely story upon her wrist one day.

Once summers end neared, Megan had devoured at least a third of the library, and lost most of her chub. Looking at her reflection, she no longer had the chubby cheeks of youth. Instead, a healthy happy thirteen year old stared back at her. To celebrate her accomplishments, the blonde witch went out and got a whole new wardrobe, both magical and muggle. She also decided to chop her waist length hair into a lovely bob that suited her perfectly. It was like looking at a whole new Megan. She finally felt like herself instead of a body snatcher.

Megan spent her last day before heading to Hogwarts, in Muggle London. At six, she made her way back to the Leaky Cauldron where Hestia had promised to pick her up. They were going to have dinner with Gwenog in one of the more high priced restaurants to celebrate the end of the summer just like the years before.

The following day it was only Hestia who accompanied her to the train station, traveling with Gwenog would have led to being mobbed. A quick hug goodbye and a promise to write later, the now third year student boarded the Hogwarts express.


A/N: Megan's a blank slate with only "Hufflepuff Student" attached to her, so this will be fun. I love hearing what y'all think.