Hey, this is Mysterious Writer of Mars again! First real attempt to write a Fanfiction. Please Review, please. It's set in... a country. It came out of an idea about Magical North America, and here it is. I'll go more in depth the next chapter.
I don't own Harry Potter, blah blah blah. PLEASE REVIEW!
I had many friends. Some Muggle, some Magical. Not that it really mattered to me. My best friend, Steven, was a Muggle himself.
"I don't know if I should be jealous that you're leaving to a magical school, or scared for your life," he told me. We were sitting near the creek. My feet were inside the cold water: the snow just started melting. I had subconsciously started manipulating it into weird shapes.
"Yeah, well, you're going to the top engineering facility! Besides, you'll be making stuff for some of us magical folk, won't you? I mean, wands need mods," I told him. Steven shrugged.
"Have you decided where yet?" he asked me. I shook my head.
"My Mom and Dad are only here because the Ministry of Magic wanted, how shall I say..."
I couldn't pick the right words.
"Contact? Relations?" offered Steven.
"Yes. Exactly. Not going so well. Minister is pulling us out of the country next year." Steven's face fell.
"I'll probably never see you again!" he exclaimed.
"I know," I said gloomily. "Rose is entering her 6'th year at Hogwarts. Hugo, his 4'th. They want me to go too. But I don't want to leave."
"Where, then?" he asked.
"My parents say they'll consider Hogwarts North America. I won't go there. I'm considering Salem Academy for Magic, in Massachusetts. They have a separate Boys and Girls school."
"You forgot about one school, though," he told me.
"What?" I asked.
"The Illeya." I snorted.
"I highly doubt even my mother could have been selected. They're really picky. You needed to magical education before."
"And you have! All throughout Elementary School! You're really good!"
"Well, I'll consider it," I told him, getting up. I held out my arm so he could get up. His crutches were at the side of the tree he was leaning on.
"I got it," he told me. He put an arm around my shoulder as he picked them up.
"I better get going, Mom's going to throw a fit." Steven agreed.
"See ya around, Lia."
When I got home, I realized that two people had returned. It was a nice, big, cottage, with rooms for my parents, siblings, and guests. I slept in the attic. Not that I minded, I liked it that way. Mom was at the kitchen. Hugo and Rose had finally come home.
"Hello, Amelia," said Rose.
"When'd you guys get here?" I asked.
"Couple minutes back. Missed ya, Lia," said Hugo. I grinned. He was the only member of my family that I actually liked.
"Amelia Molly Weasley, just what time do you call this, and where have you been?" asked my mother. She had her bushy hair down, and wand in hand.
"I call it 7, Mom," I said. She had always wanted me to call her Mum.
"You've been with that Muggle again, haven't you," said my mother, disapproving. She liked Steven, and was Muggle-Born to begin with, but she didn't approve of me talking about Magic with what she called, an "outsider.
"Well, your marks arrived in the mail," she said.
"And?" I asked.
"It was excellent," she said. "I wasn't sure on how the Elementary Magical Education Program worked, but I'm pleased. Very pleased." She took my training wand, and snapped it in half. "We'll get you a wand from Ollivanders when we visit Harry and his family."
"Can't wait," I grumbled. I stormed upstairs to the attic I heard my mother talking to my father, Ron Weasley.
"...think Hugo and Rose would like the transfer back to Britain, dear. Only spent three years here, no point in staying, besides, the Americans are just too different." I grumbled. My dad had been visiting the United States for a while, and I was born here. I spent most of my childhood here. I didn't consider myself 'British'. You see, around the American Revolution Magical and Muggle forces came together to free the United States. At that point, the President and Secretary of Magical Affairs gave up with trying to separate our worlds. We left the Statute of Secrecy, and we combined Magic and Industry. It was a wonderful movement. Our Ministry of Magic, known as the Department of Magical Affairs, and the American Government, came to a peaceful era of Magic. Of course, there were some problems, some were jealous. But it all turned out alright in the end.
"I agree. We should do it."
"Yes. But where will Amelia go to school?" my mother asked. Dad shrugged.
"I think Hogwarts is sufficient." No! I couldn't. There had to be something I could do... and I got it. My eagle, Luna, was on her perch. I stormed downstairs.
"Mom, can I have my results?" I asked. She eyed me suspiciously as she handed me my ticket to freedom.
"Why?" she asked.
"Just want to see how I've done in the past few years..." I said as I headed back to the attic. I took out a pen and an envelope.
The Illeya," I wrote on the top. My teacher had given me an application, I was the only one in my entire class to get one. I was that good. I filled it out, attached my results of my tests."
"Luna. Letter. The Illeya Academy."