Hello everyone! This is my first story so I'm sorry if it sucks. Anyway I won't bother you with author's notes. So here we go!

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The sun was shining through a rather large window that ranged from the floor to the ceiling filling the room with bright golden rays. Not that the room wasn't bright enough with its golden yellow walls but today it seemed brighter than usual.

"Today's going to be a good day. Don't you thing so Hathy?"

The cat looked up at the girl and purred a little as she always did when Hazel spoke. Hazel was a beautiful girl of sixteen, though she didn't know it. She was tall and slender with all the right curves in all the right places. Her hair was a wonderful almond brown that burned like fire in just the right light and she had eyes the color of a rare turquoise that perfectly offset her golden bronzed skin. She had inherited all her external features from her mother, except for the eyes, which weren't from her father either. She had seen pictures of him yet could not find any feature of her fathers. She had never known her father but from the way her mother described him, her sound like the most wonderful man that had ever walked the Earth.

'How I'd love to meet him and ask….' Her thought was interrupted by a knock on her door from her mother

"Hazel, you need to come downstairs. We have visitor."

Hazel went downstairs with her mom only to find an old man standing admiring a painting her mother drew when she was twelve.

"Ah, the colors are brilliant. They remind me of a time I spilled a rack of potions on my mother's white carpet. Naturally she was upset but I thought it added a little something to the room."

He turned and smiled at her and she knew instantly she was in the presence of an awesome person. He had a snowy white beard and hair, eyes that shined with unlimited knowledge behind half-moon shaped spectacles. 'I know this man…'

"You're professor Dumbledore, aren't you?"

"Why yes I am. You must be Hazel and as you probably know I'm the headmaster of Hogwarts Witchcraft and Wizardry. I'm here on your mother's request. She contacted me because she says that she has enjoyed teaching so much and wishes to take up the Defense against the Dark Arts position and I requested that you attend Hogwarts. At this point Hazel's manner were lost in a childlike excitement. She felt like she was going too exploded with happiness.

"Oh my god, I've always dreamed about going Hogwarts. Not that I don't like it here with my mother but I've always wanted to see some place else and meet new people and most especially learn new things. When can we leave? It'll only take me, like, half and hour to pack my stuff."

Dumbledore chuckled. "If I would have known that it would be this easy I would have let Hagrid come to get you. One moment I need to give this letter to you and another to your mother."

He handed her a tan envelope with her name and address on the front. Hazel ripped it open and read it quickly:

HOGWARTS SCHOOL

Of WITHCRAFT and WIZARDRY

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore

(Order of Merlin, First class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock,

Supreme Mugwump, International Confederation of Wizards)

Dear Ms. Zimrah,

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

Term begins no later than September 1. We await owl by no later than July 31.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall

"Of course, there's no reason to send an owl. You'll come back with me. Along with you're mother who has agreed to be the new Defense against the Dark Arts teacher"

Dumbledore said with a slight smile

"Now let's see if you can really get ready in 30 minutes."

Hazel bolted up the stairs.

"Accico Trunk!"

Quickly Hazel filled the trunk with her entire closet, a few books, and accessories and then got another small trunk to fill it up with toiletries, bolted back down the stairs in less than twenty minutes.

"Sir, when do I get my books?"

"You will find them waiting for in you in your dormitory after you've been sorted"

"What about my robe?"

"That's where we're going now. Hazel, Ms. Zimrah, hold on tight."

Hazel's stomach felt as if it was going to rip out of her and her head was spinning making it extremely difficult to focus on where she was going. Seconds later she was standing in the middle of people walking and chatting.

"Diagon Alley. Unfortunately this is where I must leave you. The train leaves promptly at 11:00 from platform nine and three quarters. Don't worry I've already asked Mrs. Wesley to show you the way. Ms. Zimrah, if you would please sit at the front of the train when you arrive at the station. Minerva would like to discuss some things with you in regards to you're teaching method. Hazel I think you'll find Ms. Wesley's family and her lot quite pleasant. If you'll excuse me, I must depart now. I look forward to seeing you both at Hogwarts."

Then he vanished from his spot and left my mom and I standing facing a store named Madam Malkin's Robes for all occasions.

"This brings back so many memories. I can't wait until we go and get you a new wand!"

"What's wrong with the one I have?"

"It's mine. I need for teaching." Her mom said with a smile.

"Right."

Mrs. Malkin was defiantly excited to see my mother. She kept going on and on about how she knew that she would see her again and that she would be a Hogwarts teacher someday. I honestly wasn't paying attention because there was really cute boys standing right out side the window looking at a broom stick. He was tall and had a nice athletic body. He skin was pale, like ivory and his hair bleached blond. But his eyes were such a deep gray that reflected the clear blue sky above them. Not at all anything like she was used too in Egypt, where everyone was as tan as she was; he was definitely the cutest boy she'd seen. Just looking at him made her whole body tingle and her face started to flush, nothing seem to filter in from the conversation her mother was having. All she could focus on was the fact that there eyes just locked on each others. Hazel felt a warm sensation sweeping over her like nothing she'd ever felt.

"Hazel… Hazel….HAZEL!"

"Ahh. Yes mother?"

"Let's go get you're wand." Her mom said with excitement. "Who were you looking at?"

"No one, let's hurry it's almost 11."

Ollivanders was a lot different than Madam Malkins. This shop smelled old yet comforting instead of sweet and fragrant.

"Alas, Ms. Cassandra Zimrah, I was beginning to wonder if I would see you again. This must be your daughter."

"Hi, I'm Hazel. It's a pleasure to meet you."

"I'm Ollivander. Let's see you've been using your mother's wand…a twelve inch, willow and sphinx tail. Does it feel right?

"No, it doesn't seem to always respond to me in the right way. It feels a little strange at times"

"Hmm...Okay…try this… six inch, maple, and dragon's heartstring"

She tried but nothing happened.

"Okay... try this... eight inch, willow, unicorn hair."

Again nothing happened.

"Well third times a charm…Why didn't I try before…just got this in… 12 inches long, sycamore wood, and its core is 'miw' tail.

He gave Hazel the wand and the moment it touch her fingers she felt warm and stream of papyrus plants shot out from the tip of her wand. .

"When I got my wand it shot out lotus!"

"I seems to me that you're family is strongly connect to Egypt even though neither of you were born there. Hazel, you're grandmother's wand supposedly shot out the blue lily and it was a twelve inch, ished wood, with scorpion's heartstring in its core. That's what my father told me. I wouldn't be surprised if there was a connection between the three of you. " Ollivander stated as if it were some sort of mystery.

"You're probably right sir; I'll have to research my ancestry."

It did seem plausible but hazel didn't really believe any of it.

"I don't mean to be rude but if my mom and I don't hurry we'll miss the train.

"Of course, well you must be off. I hope to see you in here again Ms. Hazel."

With that Hazel and her mother sprinted off towards the train station.

"Now Albus said that a Mrs. Wesley was going to meet us at platform nine and three quarter, I suppose that's in between nine and ten….ah…here we are.

There was a lady standing next to a wall with brilliant red hair and a slightly pudgy face.

"Excuse me but are you Mrs. Wesley?" my mom inquired.

"Why yes I am! You must be Ms. Zimrah and this must be Hazel. What a lovely pair the two of you make. Such wonderful skin… sorry for blabbing... all we have to do is walk through this wall. Oh, and make sure there aren't any muggles watching."

My mom and I did what she said. We looked on either side, walked into the wall and suddenly in front of us was a magnificent red train with gold lettering that read: The Hogwarts Express.

"Come this way! Hazel I want you to meet my son and his friends. Ms. Zimrah you can follow Minerva to the front." She pointed to an old lady that had a tight bun of gray hair directly in the back of her head.

Hazel's mother quickly turned to Hazel.

"I'll see you soon Hun.", and placed a kiss on Hazel's forehead.

"Bye Mom!"

Hazel turned around to find Mrs. Wesley tugging her to the train.

"The youngest girl is Ginny, the youngest boy is Ron, and the twins are Fred and George."

"George and Fred, mum!" both said simultaneously

"Sorry! The other two are Hermione and Harry."

Hazel knew right away that the people that she was with were going to be extremely …fascinating. She could tell that Hermione was the smartest and that Harry well she knew from her mother that his father was a bit of a trouble-maker. But Harry seemed more like he had a knack for trouble finding him than actually causing it. The twins on the other hand seemed to enjoy mischief because they're started selling these purple candies to young kids and the candy started to make the kids tongue swell. Ron on the other hand was gawking at her for some reason and Ginny seemed to be trying to read her. Then she said." Ron, close you're mouth it's rude to stare" and proceeded to slap on the back. I could tell we'd be good friends.

"Come on lets get a booth before they're all taken." said Hermione.

Fred and George went their own ways which left Hermione, Ginny, Harry, Ron and I to find a booth. We decided to take one close to the back where Ginny and I sat on one side while Harry Ron and Hermione sat on the other.

"So, Hazel where are you from and what brings you here?" Hermione asked

"Well I'm from Egypt. My mom fell in love with the country while studying it from her Ancient Runes class and she's lived there ever since I was born. Actually, she has been home schooling me and she decided that she couldn't teach me everything I needed to know plus she wanted to become a full time teacher. So now we're here."

"What is she going to teach?" Ginny asked this time.

"Defense against the Dark Arts"

"That position is cursed! No one lasts more than a year there!"

"Ronald! Don't say that, you can't prove it."

He looked like he was going to argue but instead he mutter something under his breathe. I could tell these two were a future couple.

"That's alright my mom knows a few ancient spells to keep the curses away." I added a wink at Hermione to let her know that I some sense of humor

"So you said you're form Egypt. That's really cool. I love Egypt; I think that the Egyptian priest had all..."

"Hermione, don't bore her with history."

"Ronald Wesley if you don't…" Hermione didn't get to finish her thought because Harry interrupted with a question

"Sorry these two can never stop bickering. They've been at all week. So did your parents go to school here?"

"Yes both of my parents did. My mom was a good student but well my dad … I never met him but my mom said he was quite a trouble-maker."

The last comment I made seemed to spark everyone interest and cause Hermione and Ron to stop arguing.

"So you father, is he still alive?" inquired Hermione

"No, he was when I was born, my parent never married. In fact not a lot of people even didn't even know he had a kid, at least that's what I was told. Anyway, he had to stay here and help a friend or something. Mother never went in to detail but she told me that he died a few months ago. His letter's suggested that he was constantly moving around"

Now the whole booth was silent. She couldn't understand why, 'had I said something wrong?' she thought.

"What was your dad's name?" this time the question came from Harry. Whose emerald eyes were shining with hope.

"Sirius Black."

How was it? I'm trying to put in as much Egyptian symbolism has I possible can, it's going to be really important to the story. But I won't give any thing away! Please Review, I want help!