Author's Note: It's been about maybe two years since I put up a story, ne? I've been playing this Harry Potter rpg, Hogwarts: A History, on this small game server called Byond. Look it up, very fun game! Stuck in Hufflepuff though... But I did thorough research for this story! I had at least 12 tabs open last night, for all locations of Diagon Alley, to the classes at Hogwarts, to the teachers of Hogwarts (which mind you I just learned Flitwick was seen as a small man, and not a Goblin lol). I even have all the spells! I love Google. Well, here's Hogwarts: A History ch 1

Eleven years since my birth. Eight years ago since my first unknown spell (my parents tell me it was Bombarda, the spell that causes an object to explode). Three years ago since I first learned I was enrolled at birth to go to the legendary Hogwarts Academy for Wizards and Witches! And today it the first time I'm shopping for school books and such with my mum!

My black hair danced behind me as Mum and I shuffled past people, a whole bunch of first years. I can tell, seeing as they looked as scared and excited as me. I wonder what house I'll be in? I did so much research on Hogwarts… Four different houses: Slytherin, Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, and Hufflepuff. Slytherin and Gryffindor are best known for their centuries-long rivalry. I personally wouldn't mind all except Hufflepuff… The house seemed a little… Pathetic.

My mum had me by my wrist as she dragged me through the piles of people. She had short, curly, dark brown hair. I took after my father, who works in the Department of Mysteries. My mum stays home and takes care of my four little brothers, and a boy my age who we took in when I was five. His parents were killed by still-faithful Death Eaters. Which is strange, Harry Potter took out their leader fifteen years ago… Still got lunatics loose, I suppose.

"Stay close, Jess!" I heard my mum shout. I think it was Mum, not too sure, too many people. "Flourish and Blotts first!"

"Augh… Why books?" I whimpered, "Why?" I hated reading. I didn't mind skimming the Daily Prophet, but it was fun staring at the dumbfounded witches, wizards, or sometimes a troll or two that popped in there.

"Because! It's on your list! Are you sure you want ten classes?" Mum and I slipped into the bookstore, which was oddly empty. Most people were down the street, enjoying the new spicy ice cream flavor in the ice cream shop.

"Divination and Care of Magical Creatures seem fun." I shrugged, helping my mom find the books. I could only look so high, being eleven and all, I'm sort of short. "Unless, if I don't do well on my O.W.L.s in my fifth year, then I'll just do what I can." I explained.

"If you say so-- ten galleons for the Defense Against Dark Arts book?" Mum blubbered. "Thank goodness your dad got a raise…"

"I'm sorry… Should I just take the eight mandatory classes?" I didn't know what else to do… I am the second oldest, Jakob being the oldest kid (he didn't want to come today, we're coming back later tonight when things dim down for him).

"No, no… Of course not, Jessika!" Mum smacked me softly on the back of my head, a common thing she did when she was frustrated at me. "Jake isn't taking Divinations, so we'll manage. Just look over there for the other books." She instructed.

By the end of the search, it costed 91 Galleons. That's a lot of money! Thank God Mum can do magic… I can't wait until I turn 17, when I'm a legal witch. As I thought happy thoughts of getting back at Jake for all his bullying over the years, I bumped into a an older guy. I looked up and blushed profoundly, he was strikingly handsome. He had shoulder length auburn hair, shaggy nonetheless. He had dark green emerald eyes, and a flashing smile. He apologized briefly before running after his little sister, who ran towards Eeyelops Owl Emporium.

Mum apparated us back home, a cramped little house in a local wizarding community. A lot of my childhood friends either go or are going to Hogwarts. I can't wait, I really can't, I thought, as Mum brought the books in, I carrying in the half empty bag of Galleons and such. Dad really must have gotten a good raise, since we still had about 100 galleons left. Jake was babysitting the little brats -- I mean, our little brothers -- who were turning him a lovely shade of lavender. It the two youngest, Sam and Jack, were doing it. They were only three (identical twins), and couldn't control their magic.

"What is that, Mum, the Color-Changing charm?" I asked, setting the small pouch on the counter and starting to prepare dinner.

"Well, obviously it's that charm, you fool!" Jake snapped, picking up Jack to put him their room upstairs, Sam already running towards the stairs merrily. All the boys looked like their mother, dark curly hair. Jakob had black hair like me, but was paler. The Triffles all have blue eyes, including Jakob, who was adopted.

"Be happy we got your books! It cost a pretty sickle, you know!" I retorted, chopping the lettuce a bit more aggressive. Mum walked in, and sighed. She set the books down on the table, where Aiden and Bradley sat, playing Wizard's Chess. Aiden was far better than Bradley, but both enjoyed playing it. Aiden was ten, and Bradley was eight.

"I'll take over for dinner prep, Jess. Put your books in your trunk." She looked at the separate stack for Jakob, and looked worriedly back over to me, "Can you--?"

"Of course." I smiled, grabbed five books of mine, and looked back at her, "After dinner, we're going out again for robes and such, right?"

"Yes, if we can get dinner done before five… Madam Malkin stays open until eight thankfully." Mum explained, as I walked into the room Jake and I shared. Upstairs had mainly a bunch of objects Mum and Dad collected over the years (three rooms full! Stupid pack rats…), Jack and Sam's room, and Mum and Dad's rooms. Downstairs was Jake and my room, and down the hall was Aiden and Bradley's room. In the very back was the only bathroom.

As soon as I finished putting our books in our trunks, I walked out into the living room to relax as Dad walked in. He personally looked older than my mum, but then again he worked for the Ministry… Aiden and Bradley tackled him practically to the ground with a hug, and begged him if they could get a few chocolate frogs or ice cream from Diagon Alley, where we had just come from a half ago prior.

"I don't see why not… But wasn't your mother just taking Jakob and Jessika?" Dad looked over their heads to Mum, who was smashing onions with the side of a knife (more with magic than her hands, really). Mum shrugged, giving the okay.

"So the next outing is a family thing?" Jake groaned, walking downstairs, now a darker shade of purple. Jack and Sam were enjoying themselves, I was too.

"Jake, you're a dashing young lad!" I teased.

"Oh, shut your trap. At least I can still get Amy's eyes. What about you, hmm? That fool down the street even know your name?" Jake hissed, as Sam and Jack pushed through Jake's legs and ran to me, who was sitting on the sofa. I was blushing slightly, but decided to rough house with the twins, ignoring the comment.

A few nights later, Jake and I were in our room, both writing to our grandmothers (his still writes him frequently), and my hair hid my face. Jake was taller than me, smarter, and far more ready for Hogwarts than I. I was shy and nervous… Oh my God, will I even make one friend?! I thought this over and over as I finished up the letter. I looked up and saw Jake staring at me. "Um…?"

"Oh. I was just wondering if we could sit together on the Express." He asked quietly.

I blushed at this, I was going to ask, but he did instead. He never is kind, or gentle, or, or, or… "Wait, you're asking me?"

"Well we don't know anyone… And who knows, maybe getting out of here will actually show us who we really are." He said simply, looking out the window in the middle of our room. He was quite cute, actually. The thought made me fluster.

"So you want to see how we act outside of four annoying brothers? And no parents?"

"Exactly. Are we sending these off the train tomorrow, or as soon as we get to our common rooms?" Jake asked, quickly changing the subject.

"Um… At Hogwarts, it'll be easier. Both our grandmas live in America, so might as well get the owls ready for the long journey." As I said this, Fluffy and Eve strolled in. Fluffy was the house cat of ours Jake decided on taking to Hogwarts, and Eve was the Pygmy Puff I got in Diagon Alley. Both quite fluffy and cute; Eve was on top of Fluffy's head.

"Isn't that cute?" I giggled, getting Eve off of Fluffy. I kissed Eve softly and put her back in her cage, which was on a bookshelf just above my bed. Eve cooed and closed her eyes, instantly going to sleep. Fluffy jumped on Jake's lap and purred, as Jake scratched behind her ears.

"Cute? Nah. Smart, though." Jake said simply.

"Oh, God… I bet you'll be in Ravenclaw. Or Slytherin."

"And you Hufflepuff."

"Go crawl in a corner…" I yawned, and decided to take the hint and roll over into my pillow.

The morning came quick, mainly because Sam and Jack both had stomach aches all night and were crying. Jake and I agreed to pass out on the train most likely. If we didn't, it would be because of loud annoying idiots. Mum hired a babysitter for a few hours, as she, Dad, Aiden and Bradley saw Jake and me off. Jake looked more nervous than I did, too! Big shocker, no?

Jake and I hustled our ways onto the train, and quickly found a compartment (we got there quite early because of the crowds), and put our trunks above us. We smiled down at the lot of them, and shouted they could leave, we were fine without them. Mum reluctantly left, but after a few minutes they left. Jake and I grinned.

"Excited?" I eagerly spat out.

"Hell yes!" He laughed. "And you?"

"Scared." I said simply. "I want to be in your house, that way I know someone." I sighed, "We're too different."

"You never know," Jake shook his head, looking out the window at the scared first years, eager upper years, and sad parents before continuing, "you just never know."