A Hanover Goes to Hogwarts.

Written by Serena S Snape

Chapter one: the Letter.

Chey Anna Hanover was a perfectly normal Ten year old American Girl.

"Sierra! Give me back Yasmin!" The black haired, green eyed, freckle faced girl stood outside her older sisters room, tiny face screwed into an expression of fury.

"I haven't got yasmin!" the Thirteen year old shouted back through the safety of her bedroom door.

"Yes you do!" Chey bellowed angerly. "I said you could play with Meghan, NOT YASMIN!"

Knowing she wasn't going to get her doll back, the ten year old marched angerly back into her bedroom, and shut the door loud enough to be noticed, but not loud enough to get in trouble.

At Ten years of age, Chey had both a wonderful and terrible life. Between her mother, and grandparents, she was spoiled happy. But the fact remained, that behind a mountain of bratz dolls, was a very lonely girl. She still hadn't completely recovered from her parents' divorce, and living in a overly preppy older sisters shadow was maddening.

The young girl flopped down on her bed, a twin sized waterbed with a princess style curtain overhead, and plenty of fluffy pillows and stuffed Scooby doos.

The girl reached to the left side of her bed and fished her harry potter book from behind the bedskirt, underneath the bed. She wasn't an exceptionally fast reader, and she had no desire to be. After all, she liked to absorb what was in the book, not just fly through it and be done. She flipped the book open to the third chapter, titled "The Knight Bus" and began reading.

How chey wished she could be wisked away on a nimbus two thousand to the magical world of Harry Potter. She dreamed at night of learning transfiguruation under the piercing gaze of Professor McGonagall, and praying she wouldn't be picked on in Potions, by the Professor, Severus Snape. She wished she could spend hours in the library looking up complex spells with Hermione, her favorite Harry Potter Character.

For a moment, she read in silence, mouthing the words as she moved a Hedwig bookmark lightly over the page, marking the very line she was on.

It was a magical sight in itself, the young girl, wearing blue jeans and a tee-shirt advertising her baseball team, reading a book that many adults were frightened to pick up from it's sheer size.

She looked up suddenly from her book, to allow her eyes to fall upon the next two books in the series, gifts from her 'Granny'. They were the biggest books she'd ever seen, they even seemed bigger then those huge dictionaries that classrooms always have. With a toothy smile, she returned to her book, and reading about Harry's newest adventure, Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Askaban.

It took her a moment to notice the odd tapping on her window near her birthday of July Twelfth, where she would at last turn eleven. At first, she believed the tapping to be her sister, trying to bother her. Again. But the green eyed girl looked up finally, and realized the blinds were closed on her window. Quickly she got up, and expecting to see her older sister doing something obnoxious, such as tapping on the window with her braces, or something, Chey opened the blinds, and jumped back in horror. A large, beautiful owl sat on the windowsill, calmly pecking at the window. Chey looked behind her, at the door to her room, as though expecting her sister to be standing there and it to be some type of great joke. The hallway was empty.

"No way." Chey Grinned, as her fingers tried to unlatch the window and allow it to open. But her fingers betrayed her, and suddenly became very clumsy. "Come on!" she squeaked.

Finally the window latch released, and the girl pulled the window open. The large, creame colored owl fluttered onto her bed, letting a letter drop on the bed next to it as it landed. The letter, though chey hadn't picked it up, was addressed to her in emerald green ink

"MOOOOOOOOM!" The girl shrieked, at once wanting both to run and grab her mother, pulling her into the bedroom to see the scene, and also to not take her eyes off of the large owl, lest he disappear.

"What, chey?" her Mother asked, walking calmly walking down the hall.

"LOOK!" The young girl shrieked again as her mother entered the room, pointing dramatically at the letter.

"Chey how did that owl get in here, and for that....no, theres no way." Her mother shook her head. "you Dweeb." With that, the woman left the room, laughing.

"Mom I didn't do that, it's real, he was tapping on my window, MOM listen to me!" Chey demanded, nearly in tears from both excitement and frustration, as she followed her mother. "I didn't do that! I don't know who did, but he's on my bed and that letter looks like the one harry got in Harry Potter and the Sorcerors Stone!!"

"Of course it does." Her mother smirked. "Chey quit being weird."

"wait mom, lemme read it." Chey dashed back into her room, grabbed the letter, and looked at the owl. "Stay, please...Don't go anywhere." She instructed the owl before dashing from the room.

"Mom look." Chey flipped the letter over to reveal the hogwarts seal. "how would I do that? I don't even know how."

"It doesn't look like your Handwriting, far too pretty." Her mother joked, snatching the envelope from chey's hands. Quickly the woman flipped her long black hair over her shoulder and broke the seal. Pulling the letter from the envelope, she cleared her throat and read aloud:

Hogwarts school

of witchcraft and wizardry

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore

(order of Merlin, First class, Grand sorc., Chf. Warlock,

Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)

Dear Miss Hanover,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of witchcraft and wizardry. Please find enclosed list of all necessary books and equipment.

Term Begins on September 1st. We Await your owl by no later than July 31.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall

Minerva McGonagall,

Deputy Headmistress

"You went all out on this." Her mother laughed, pulling out the second page, which included the school list.

"Mom, even if I did, where would I get a real, live owl?" Chey demanded, motioning to her room.

"This can't be real." Her mother quickly read over the information. "There's no way it could be real." She paused. "The only way you're going to Hogwarts, is if a professor shows up on our doorstep to take you to Hogwarts." Smiling, she sat down, and drew her child near to her. Calmly she handed the letter, school list and envelope back to her daughter. "Chey, it's just a book series. I know you want it to be real, but it's not."

Chey nodded slowly, and walked into her room, clutching the letter in her hand.

The owl, however, was still sitting on her bed, and looked hopefully up at her as she walked in.

"I don't know what owls eat." Chey whispered, closing her door. "But I'm going to find out."

Quickly chey rushed to her desk, and pulled out her finest set of gel pens, which included a brilliant gold gel pen. Then she tore a sheet of lined paper from her Bratz notebook, and began to write.

Dear Headmaster, Or Deputy Headmistress,

My mom says the only way that I can go to Hogwarts, is if a professor picks me up, she doesn't believe it's real. But I don't even have a way to go to diagon alley. Will gringotts even exchange American muggle money?

Thank you,

Chey Anna Hanover.

Quickly she folded the letter into messy thirds, and handed it to the owl.

"Um, Take this back to Hogwarts?" She attempted, smiling. The owl took the letter in it's beak, and quickly took off through the window.

Over excited, Chey lept onto her waterbed, and while the bed still rolled under her, she grabbed her book, and dove back into the story.