Author's Notes: Yay, a new story! I know that I should be finishing my other ones, but I had this idea back in April, and it's taken me this long to develop it, so I thought that it deserved to be written. Again, I can't guarantee when updates will occur, but I'll try my best to write some more soon.
Chapter 1:
Mollandra Montgomery stared out of the plane window. She smiled to herself as she watched the carts laden with luggage. They reminded her of giant misshapen caterpillars.
"You alright there, Mol?" her dad asked as he plunked down into the seat next to her.
"Yeah," Mollandra said.
"'Course you are," her dad said with a smile as he ruffled her hair. He paused. "I'm really sorry about the plane," he said sheepishly.
"It's o.k., Dad," Mollandra said. "It's not your fault that you're a Muggle, is it?" She laughed. She knew how important her schooling was to her father, and she knew how much he wanted to see her off. So she agreed, although a bit grudgingly, to make the trip to England with him by plane, as apposed to the much faster way of Floo Powder.
Take off went smoothly, and they had not been in the air very long before her father was asleep. Mollandra fiddled with her iPOD and cell phone for a while, knowing that she would have to leave them at her aunt Karen's house in a few days time.
After she became bored with these devices, she pulled out her letter, just to read it, for what was probably the hundredth time since she had received it.
Dear Miss Montgomery,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment. Term begins on September 1. We await your owl no later than July 31.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress
Mollandra clutched the letter and the supply list tightly in her hands, afraid that she might lose them. She thought about how much trouble her mother had gone through to get her into Hogwarts in the first place, insisting that American school were not as good. Her mother was English and her father American, but also a Muggle, so Dumbledore had agreed to let Mollandra attend, after a very long correspondence with her mother, as well as her aunt, who still lived in England.
She then tucked the pieces of parchment into her jeans pocket, settled back in her seat, and closed her eyes to get some sleep.
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"Mol? Mol?" Somebody was shaking her. Mollandra opened her eyes to see her father leaning over her. "We've landed," he said.
"Oh," Mollandra said, unbuckling her seatbelt, and standing to stretch. She then grabbed her bag, and waited until it was her turn to shuffle out into the aisle, and out of the plane.
After a short wait, Mollandra and her father had all of their luggage, and they set out of the airport in their rented car.
Mollandra's aunt and uncle lived on the outskirts of London in a townhouse. They had two daughters, Gwendolyn and Harper, who were older than Mollandra and her younger sister Eloise.
After a while of driving, and a few wrong turns, they finally reached the house. No sooner had they parked the car than the front door burst open, and her family came spilling onto the sidewalk. Her aunt made a beeline for her, while her uncle headed over to her dad to shake hands.
"Molly!" Karen said cheerfully, giving her niece a big hug. "It's so good to see you! Oh, how was the plane ride? It must have been so exciting!"
Mollandra chuckled at this. Her aunt and uncle, both from pure blood wizarding families, knew almost nothing of the Muggle world.
"Yeah, it was o.k.," Mollandra offered. "I slept through most of it, though."
"Well, come inside, then," her uncle George said. "No use in having us all stand about the sidewalk."
Once they had brought everything inside, the six moved into the family room to have tea. "How are Emily and Ellie, Jim?" Karen asked.
"Good," Jim said. "Ellie pitched a right little fit when I told her that she couldn't come to London with us, didn't she, Mol?" Mollandra smiled at her dad and nodded.
"So, are you excited about school, Mollandra?" George asked.
"Yeah, I am," Mollandra said, beaming.
"It's great," Gwen said, "you'll love it." Harper nodded in agreement to her sister's comments.
"What house do you reckon you'll be in?" George asked.
"Oh, I hope you're in Ravenclaw, with us," Harper said.
"No, she'd better be in Hufflepuff," George said with a grin. "'Fraid I'm outnumbered 'round here."
"How 'bout Gryffindor?" Karen offered. Mollandra shrugged. "Well, just as long as you're not in Slytherin," she continued. "Don't know what we'd do with you then." Everyone laughed at this, with the exception of Mollandra's father, who merely sat there with a slight grin on his face. Mollandra knew that he was confused.
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Hours later, Mollandra lay awake on the sleeper-sofa, unable to sleep for excitement. She was here in London – she was actually going to Hogwarts. And tomorrow, she'd be going to Diagon Alley – the famed marketplace of which she'd only heard stories of, but now, for the first time in her life, she would be able to see.
Finally, when she did fall asleep, she dreamt of owls and wands, and of all the stories that her mother and aunt had told her about Hogwarts.
