Disclaimer: Hogwarts and all the Harry Potter characters and places belong to J.K Rowling
I really like the idea of this fan fic so please don't copy it. I hope you enjoy it.
A/N I'm not too good at maths but I think this is set in 2015
Chapter One
I never actually knew whether or not I was a half blood or a Muggle born. My father was killed while my mother was pregnant with me and my mother displayed no signs to me that she was a witch. I was very happy that the days where people went around torturing Muggle borns was over, because I had no idea whether or not I would have fallen into that category.
People like Harry Potter and Voldemort seemed the thing of stories, but all known to be true. That whole era had happened about ten years ago. He did have children that he would presumably send off to Hogwarts and I had done the math and in my sixth year his eldest would be starting his first year of school.
Teddy Lupin was in my house at Hogwarts, and all he seemed to do was chase all the good looking girls in the school. The only girl he kept on friendly terms with was Victorie who anyone could see had a massive crush on him, and Teddy was the only person who couldn't tell.
Sometimes Teddy would tell the stories of his Godfather and everyone in the common room would listen, even my best friend Tyler Martins. While a lot of the girls didn't mind Teddy Lupin chasing him, all the girls were chasing Tyler except me. I didn't want to chase Tyler, he was just my friend.
Tyler would often ask me if I was a Muggle born or not, trying to catch me off guard as if I would tell him the true answer, but I didn't know at all. His parents still remembered the terror of the days when most of the people in my year were born, his and everyone else's parents.
It was coming the last week of summer before the start of our fifth year at Hogwarts. This was the most nerve wrecking time for me; it was the time where I was paranoid that my mother would find out that I had been lying to her.
My mother hated anything to do with magic, she never read me fairy tale stories as a kid and never let me see movies with my friends if magic was involved at all. I thought it kind of ridiculous but her stern view of it made me never mention it in front of her. There was no such thing as magic.
When I was approaching my first year at secondary school, my mother was out, here friend had picked her up and taken her to a dance. My mother couldn't drive, she couldn't understand it one bit so her friend always had to pick her up. It was a rather hot night, and I was sitting in front of the television. We hadn't had one for very long, my mother hadn't a proper clue of what they were, but at my insistence we had got one. All the windows were open because of the heat when suddenly there was a sharp swishy noise and an owl flew into the house and perched itself on top of the television.
I couldn't scream, but I was staring at the thing wide eyed as it looked at me too. There was a letter tied to its leg and the owl held it out towards me. I had inched closer and closer to it when it seemed to get impatient and flew up and landed on my shoulder. I jumped then untied the letter and was so so surprised at the contents.
At first I thought someone was playing a joke of me and I thought of a kid at my school, but where the hell would he have gotten a trained owl from?
I tried talking to the owl. 'Um, it says, 'We await your owl,' I don't have one.'
It squawked and then flew into the kitchen and landed on a fresh piece of paper, not unlike the parchment I was holding.
'Oh, so can I give it to you?' The bird seemed to nod, and turn away like I was silly.
I grabbed a fountain pen on the desk; I had been learning to write with them recently. I figured that if this was a practical joke, I could pretend I was just playing a long, because, what if it were true? Some pretty strange things had happened to me as a child, like the time there was a food fight in the cafeteria, and I was wearing white so I really didn't want to get hit, but no matter how much Bobby Wilkins tried, no food touched me. And he had the best aim in the whole of school. There was also the time where we had fireworks one new year and I didn't want them to go off because I loved our neighbour's dog who was scared of the noise. We just saw the lights but didn't hear a thing.
So I wrote on the parchment quickly, the bird seeming to be a very impatient one. We have received your letter, and Matilda will be arriving to school on the 1st of September' Other than that I had no idea what to right. The owl flew over to the newspaper that lay open, on it was a picture of a train and it ran its claw around the edge of the picture and I whispered to it, 'by train?' The owl tooted and so I assumed that was a yes. This all had to be true, how else could an owl understand me?
'on the 1st September by train. Yours sincerely, Helena Greystone.' I rolled up the letter and attached it to the owl and it flew off.
When my mother came home that evening I was sitting on the floor just thinking. I had no idea what I was doing but I dared not mention it to my mother. It was a school for witchcraft and wizardry, and my mother hated both those things.
I had no idea how to get to a place where I could buy all the things on the list but one afternoon I was in London with a few of my friends and I saw a man wearing robes and a pointed hat. I didn't say anything to my friends but I ditched them and followed the man. After some time the man seemed to realise that I was indeed following him and he stopped me.
'What do you want?' he said, gruffly.
'Um, I just wondered if you had heard of Minerva McGonagall.'
He nodded, 'who hasn't?' He went to turn around.
'So are you a wizard?' I asked, brightening and following still after him.
'What are you?' He asked.
'Well, I got a letter, from an owl about Hogwarts and that woman is the headmistress, and um, you're wearing a pointed hat and it's on the uniform list and I didn't know where to get it all,' I muttered.
The man came very close to me, peering at my face. 'You a Muggle?' he asked.
'A what?'
'Means you're not a witch or wizard.'
He looked at me for a moment. 'I know what to do. Follow me.'
I did what he said and he was always on streets that had a fair amount of people but I always followed him cautiously. It felt better before when he wasn't leading me anywhere. We wandered for about twenty minutes and then we stopped outside a bar or café. 'Do you see that?' he said gruffly.
'What, the Leaky Cauldron?' I asked, sceptical.
'So you must be a Muggle born. Come on in.'
'But am I allowed? It looks like it's for older people.' I said, a little unsure.
'Oh come on, it's not as dangerous as it used to be.'
I followed him some more. In the Leaky Cauldron there were more people dressed like him, things on the walls seemed to move but I thought it was a trick of the light as the place only seemed to be lit up by the flickering light of candles. He went out the back and on the way was greeted by a few people. We both came to a brick wall.
'Okay watch carefully, and with your wand, do this.' He proceeded to tap on the wall in some kind of pattern, and then the bricks fell back to reveal a street of people and what seemed like magic.
That day I was totally took my awe. The man watched me and said, 'you stand out like a sore thumb. Need to get rid of those Muggle clothes. Go to the bank, because you'll need some money, you can exchange some of the Muggle money there and then you can buy the things for school. I have to be off. Ask someone of you need help anywhere. Have fun at Hogwarts.' He gave a gruff sort of smile and I said thanks to him.
That afternoon I spent the time wandering about what was called Diagon Alley and it completely amazed me. My friends were worried sick by the time that I remembered them and hurried back. I told them I got lost. Already in my mind I was figuring out how to get the money to go to Hogwarts.
Now, about to begin my fifth year the process was the same. Internet banking was how things got done around here and my mother didn't understand computers one bit so I did it all. Her neighbour would help her pay the bills when I was at school, but other than that, I would do the banking, and I would transfer money into an account named St. Mary's school for girls, the school my mother thought I attended. In reality, the account was mine and I would go to the bank and get out some cash for the beginning of the year. The bank by now knew that I always did this and never turned an eyebrow when at the end of each holidays I'd get a lot of money in the account and then would spend it all. Some of the extra stuff ended up in an account in Gringotts, and I only really used the money for school related things.
I had to get a St. Mary's uniform and I would arrive at Kings Cross Station on the last day of August and then pretend to catch a train. That night I would stay in a room at the Leaky Cauldron where sometimes my friends would be staying too. I would always have to hide the Muggle uniform.
About two weeks before September 1st I would pretend to go to London with my friends, but I really went alone to buy all my stuff. I would end up having to buy some Muggle things so that my Mum thought I really went shopping. I had already done that for this year and I was worried, as always that I wouldn't be able to pull the next bit off again.
I was all ready to go for the last day of August, my mother was driving me to Kings Cross in the next couple of days. I knew that she paid hardly any attention to the details of things, and that I only got away with all of this because she had a lot of trouble with not just modern technology, but any technology and that she was so embarrassed by this that she never talked to anyone from the school she thought I went to, because she had no idea how to use a phone or send an email. Frankly, it was ridiculous, but I was so caught up in my scheme to not make it known to my mother that I went to Hogwarts each year that I didn't realise that my mother, pretending to be a Muggle, couldn't be anything other than a witch.
