American Witch
A\N: Hi! One day, I just started writing whatever came to mind, with no prepared plot at all, and I came out with this. I thought it would be great if an American witch could go to Hogwarts, and, on top of that, someone who knew something about the Harry Potter series. No, Harry Potter and his friends are not in this. They went to Hogwarts in the 1990s. They'd be long gone by 2002. Flame me if you will, just don't be that hard on me okay? ^_^ This is the first chapter thing I actually had a lot of fun writing. And I'm not sure of the point of the first entry, except that I'm kind of antisocial myself, so please don't flame me for it…Okay, I'll shut up now, I'm rambling. ^_^ -Hermione2
Disclaimer: Okay, I own all the characters except some of them. J.K. Rowling owns them. She also owns the house elf way of talking, so please don't sue me for having Binky say "miss" too many times. I own Binky, though.
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Chapter 1: The Letter-Bringing House-Elf
5-25-02
Hi. I'm antisocial. I don't mean that I'm hostile, which is one meaning of antisocial. I just find it easier to keep to myself, and I'm not saying that I like it. I only have around 4 or 5 friends, and I like writing and reading more than talking.
However, I wasn't antisocial until fifth grade. I used to have lots of friends. I was popular.
When I was in fifth grade…things got confused. All my friends from 4th grade were in another class. Eventually, we stopped talking to each other when we did everything in different classes. My friend count dwindled down to 1 before I realized that I had to make more friends, and it only went up to about 3 or 4 when I tried. I think that there must be something wrong with my social skills.
I was really glad when summer came. That's 1 1\2 years of being antisocial now.
I'm fine at the academic part of school, but social…if there was a class for that, I'd probably fail it at this point.
5-26-02
Hi again. I'm very bored. I can't get on the Internet, because my mom is on, and I can't read, because the second part of The Lord of the Rings is pretty boring, and that's what I'm currently stuck on. So, I decided to write.
Anyway-oops, sorry, got to answer the door, no one's home besides me and my mom, and they knocked with her door closed, so I don't think she heard it…
Later
You'll never believe what just happened! Okay, here we go: I answered the door, and there was this…creature standing there! It was a strange little thing; it looked like J.K. Rowling's description of a house elf in the Harry Potter series.
"Good afternoon, miss," it squeaked out. I hadn't thought before that anything could have a voice that high.
"Good afternoon, you don't need to call me miss because my name is Kara, and who are you?" I was ready to bet on it being a house-elf or something, even though that was impossible.
"You is so kind, miss, you is so kind," the creature said.
"My name is Binky, and I is just a house-elf, miss."
"A house-elf?" I managed to squeak out, sounding as high-pitched as Binky. "W-w-where do you work?"
"Hogwarts, miss."
"Hogwarts?!? What are you doing here?!? This is the United States!"
The house-elf, looking a little frightened by my outburst, slowly handed over a folded piece of parchment. Wait--parchment?
I snatched it eagerly. There was something written on it in sky-blue ink.
"They always write it in the person's favorite color, miss, or so they told Binky."
Miss K. Ramirez
The Penguin Bedroom
8499 Garden Dr.
San Antonio, Texas
United States
No mistake in the address there. My bedroom can aptly be called "The Penguin Bedroom". When I was little, my dad painted penguins on an iceburg on all of one of my walls. I'd liked the painting so much that I'd never allowed my mom to paint it over, although she thought the coloring was all wrong.
I took a deep breath and unfolded the parchment. I gasped at the first words:
~*Hogwarts School*~
of Witchcraft and Wizardry
I'd been suspecting this all along, but the shock hit me at that moment. A letter from Hogwarts! What could be better? I'd never have to put up with those horrible kids from school again! Wait. What about my friends? Maybe I could think of some way to keep in touch with them. Before reading it, I shot a look at the house-elf.
Why wasn't this sent to me a year ago, and why is Hogwarts accepting me, instead of an American school?" I demanded.
"Well, miss…that's in the letter, if you'll read it, miss," Binky said.
I looked back down at the parchment.
~*Hogwarts School*~
of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore (Order of Merlin: 1st class, and all of those other awards that you'd never hear about save in this letter)
Dear Miss Ramirez,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted to 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 by no later than July 31.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress
P.S. You probably want to know why we did not send you this letter a year ago. You were late in showing signs of magic. Your school only knew 2 months ago. We are the only school that takes late witches and wizards, so you were transferred to Hogwarts from the American school.
"Ah, yes," I thought, "The late 'sign of magic'. That must have been the time when that banana peel just seemed to appear on the ground for the sole purpose of tripping Arthur Wong just after he'd called me stupid. Didn't think much of it then. Just laughed, cause it felt good to see him made fun of."
P.S.S. Contact Jorge Bustamante from San Antonio and ask him a quick way to Diagon Alley from where you live.
I looked up, and the elf had left, leaving a ticket for the Hogwarts Express…King's Cross, Platform 9 and 3\4, the usual. I'm a bit nervous about charging straight at a solid barrier.
Wait a minute…Jorge Bustamante is my best friend's father! Is he a wizard? That would be so great if Amanda was a witch too! We'd even have the same trouble with starting late, so we'd both go to Hogwarts!
Well, before I do anything, I've got to go tell my mom about this!
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A\N: So, did you like it?????? Please review and say you did!
Anyway, I liked writing it, so I warn you, even if I get 14 people flaming me, if I get one person that liked it, I'm going to keep writing. REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!! Please? ^_^
