This is the first fanfiction I've ever written so I welcome constructive criticism,
Disclaimer: I don't own harry potter, or the marauder era. This applies to all chapters.
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Emily Patterson was a muggle born, but when she got her letter she wasn't entirely clueless, this was simply because she had an older brother (John) who had graduated from Hogwarts a year before she started. (Emily was secretly grateful for this as one of the excitements of boarding school is that you get to have a break from your family, she didn't think it would be the same if her family was there.
"Mum, today is the day the Hogwarts letters come!" she exclaimed excitedly.
"You would be excited- you probably know enough magic by now to pass your O.W.L.s," said her dad, with a twinkle in his eye.
"No, I just had a look though John's old first year textbook and all the spells seemed pretty easy so I tried them out," Emily said.
"I noticed, you had the reversal of accidental magic squad over when you charmed the flowers to float." her dad said.
"They couldn't for the life of them figure out what had caused you anger or fear that could be solved by making flowers float," her mum added, chuckling.
"So, I may have tried out a FEW spells that doesn't mean I'm super smart or anything, if a teacher asked me to write a foot long essay on the spell 'Wingardium Leviosa I wouldn't be able to, but I can do this," snatching John's wand of the table before he could react, she addressed her toast,
"Wingardium Leviosa!"
And the toast began to float up and into her mouth.
"It's a good thing the Ministry recognises me as a magical user in this house or there would be a letter warning you about expulsion from Hogwarts before you even started," John said, taking his wand back.
Emily shrugged. "It would be nice to set a record."
"The mail's here!" Emily jumped up out of her seat upon hearing the telltale shuffling of the mail through the slot and ran to the front door.
"YES, my Hogwarts letter!"
She reentered the room, completely forgetting all the other mail, which John went to fetch with a sigh.
"Mum," she said after tearing through her letter, "I've got the list of things I need from Diagon Alley. Can you take me?"
"I can if you want," John offered. "I've got business at Gringotts to sort out."
"What business?"
"I'm buying Zonko's, remember? Merlin, I hope your magic is better than your memory. How you can forget that your brother's going to own a joke shop that's right next to your school is beyond me. If it was me, I would have been thinking of all the pranks I could pull off with those supplies."
Emily's eyes glinted in the way that her family had come to know and be wary of.
John continued, "Too bad you're not allowed to go into Hogsmeade until third year."
"You can always owl them to me," Emily shrugged.
"Yeah I will, but you have to tell me what you're up to. If there's one thing I'll miss about Hogwarts, it's the pranks. People don't seem to find it as funny when you turn their hair pink on their way into the Ministry."
Emily snickered. "Well, it didn't help that it was the head of the DMLE and he was late to an appointment with the Minister."
"I didn't know," John said, pretending to look innocent. The rest of breakfast passed with them reminiscing about John's times at Hogwarts.
When Emily fell asleep that night, she plotted, even as she dreamed, of how to disturb the peace in Hogwarts with pranks, and the joys of being able to use magic to help.
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James Potter was still in bed. He hated mornings. When a consistent irritating tapping noise woke him from his blissful dreams about playing Quidditch with Puddlemore United, James was not very happy. He had just risen, ready to murder the thing that had woken him, when he saw the white owl tapping on his window. More intrigued than murderous now, James let the owl inside.
The owl was carrying his Hogwarts letter. James groaned. He had always known he would get into Hogwarts, so the only thing he wondered about was why they couldn't deliver the letters later in the day. Opening the letter as he made his way downstairs, he skimmed through it.
"Brilliant," James thought, looking at the list of equipment. "I finally get my wand."
James handed his mother the letter.
"Hogwarts letters got delivered today." James ruffled his hair, trying to wake up.
"Well, how could you forget? Most children count down the days to see if they get in," his mum said, reading the letter a lot more thoroughly than James had. She spotted some information that James had missed and she was sure he wouldn't like. So, with a mischievous look, she said,"James, I have some terrible news."
"What?" James attempted to say while yawning, making an almost indistinguishable noise.
"You're not allowed to bring your own broom until next year."
Playing along with the dramatic, teasing tone in his mother's voice, James dropped down to his knees, raised his head towards the ceiling and absolutely yelled, "NOOOOOOOOOOO!"
When James fell asleep that night, he didn't dream about flying (which had an almost constant reappearance in his dreams normally), he dreamt about Hogwarts because he had remembered that some of the snobby Pure-blood children he had met at parties would also be there. How unfortunate these children would be that James Potter had ever stepped foot on the train. Oh, he was going to be busy.
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A/N: I'll do you nice readers a deal: I've already previously posted this story, for reasons that I won't go into here so I already have quite a bit written. I'm just going and updating and improving. Each chapter will be about 1000 words long, and even if one of you people review, I'll update within the next 24 hours. If you don't, I'll update within the next 3 days anyway. Deal? Review and I'll post a new chapter straight away for this chapter because I've already written and edited it.
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