The differences you make
Intro:
Percy Weasley was not a rebel. Hahaha. Understatement of the century. He always acted like a pompous prat, speaking in the most annoying way known to wizard kind. He was the type of person who memorised rule books for fun. He always made sure his uniform was neat and immaculate every morning. He was fussy, snobby and a know-it-all. That was what Percy acted like every day. Key word: acted. For that was not how the real Percy was like. He had never told anyone, not even his parents, how close he came to being put in Slytherin, because if he did, he was sure that his family would mock him for being a turncoat. He always hid how sensitive and fragile he was underneath his fussy, pompous act. How all he wanted was to be loved, not shunned and picked on. Many years later, the Weasley's would argue whose fault it was for Percy Weasley's obsession. Some would say it was Percy's fault for following her into the room of requirement. Others say that it was Albus Dumbledore's fault for letting her join Hogwarts in the first place. Some blame themselves and others for not noticing they were missing. Whoever's fault it was, the Weasley's felt the need to congratulate whoever was originally responsible for helping Percy Weasley out of his shell. Oh yeah, and none could forget the girl who did so. We begin in 1991, at Hogwart's front gate.
Chapter 1: Forgotten identity
Dumbledore POV:
"Have a nice day, minister," I told Cornelius Fudge happily as I exited the room. It was a week before school started, and I had requested a meeting concerning what the school supplies. As I exited the ministry, I prepared to apparate back to Hogwarts. After the disorienting experience of apparation passed, I happily strolled up to the gate. I was taken aback to find a girl that looked to be 13 with jet black hair, pure obsidian eyes and a witch's robe pointing a wand at her with one hand and a longsword in her other.
Ophelia POV:
Well, it seems that the fates hate me. I woke up in front of a gate with no memory of how I got here. I began to panic as I remembered a book where the main character woke up in a place that she had no memory of how she got there. He apparently lost all his memories. I quickly checked I remembered who I was. Age: 13 Gender: Female (Duh) Name: Ophelia… Fricking hell! What's my last name?! Ok Ophelia, calm down. On with the questions. Parents: … School: … Address: ... What is the incantate for the stunning spell: STUPEFY What do you need to make polyjuice: Lacy wings, boomslang ski- I saw an old man with a cheerful expression suddenly appear. I gaped in shock, then remembered apparation. He still had to notice me so I stealthily drew my wand and sword in case I needed them. He stopped in front me.
"Good morning!" He said cheerily. "My dear, who are you?" He asked. I eyed him suspiciously. He kinda looked like Albus Dumbledore. Wait… "Professor Dumbledore?" I asked in surprise. "My girl, what are you doing here?" Dumbledore regareded me with an expression that I was pretty sure was mirroring mine; the look of shock. "Well, I'm not sure. One moment I was somewhere, and the next, I'm here with no memory of how I got here or who I am," I summed up for him. Dumbledore just peered at me. I felt a slight presence at the back of my mind, and I knew the old man was using legilimens. But something told me that I could trust him, so I didn't throw him out of my mind. A few moments later, the presense withdrew, as all Dumbledore needed to know was if I were the enemy or not. "I think you should come into the castle, my dear. Maybe there we can help you with your memory," Dumbledore announced after an seconds thought. And with that, I followed a very confused Albus Dumbledore into the gates of Hogwarts.
And, yeah. That's all so far. Sorry if it's a bit bad or short. I will update soon!