Disclaimer: I do not own anything Disney, Harry Potter, Hannah Montana, etc. All of this is from my creativity.
A/N: I'm not a huge HP fan, but I love HM and I think that it would be fun to join them together. So I'm going to take a stab. Remember, if I don't update immediately, it was because I was putting out this idea so I'd remember. The beginning is super rushed because I only have five minutes left.
I tackled my suitcase and secured the latch. I sighed heavily. I was leaving my house in a few minutes and heading for an expensive boarding school because of a terrible fire that consumed my school. It would take a while to rebuild and it was the only high school that was local, so my daddy decided a boarding school would be a better idea.
"Miles? I've made the calls—they'll be announcing Hannah's vacation soon on national television. Are you ready? The plane will be arriving at the station in two hours. We'd better get a move on." He climbed up the stairs are grabbed my multiple suitcases. After an hour, we were packed and on our way to the airport.
"Miles, I am going to miss you so much," whispered my daddy, embracing me and holding on tight. "Call me every day, no matter how much you damage the phone bill. I will always be happy to hear from you. Be strong. It's only temporary." I cried a few tears, kissed my dad on the cheek, and boarded my plane.
"Welcome to Flight 44, heading to London. Please fasten your seatbelts and enjoy the flight," announced the attendant. After munching unsurely on the airplane food, I decided it was time to take a nap. I wouldn't be accustomed to the time zone change, and if I got some sleep when I was in my element, I'd be awake when I was out of it. I fell asleep after half an hour, the opening strains of a Disney moving lulling me.
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After getting off of the plane, I was rushed to a train station by a taxi driver my dad had phoned. He didn't speak English unfortunately, so it was an awkward ride. When we arrived at the train station, he explained to me in poor English, "Go platform nine."
I nodded. I fished in my pockets, pulled out my ticket, and looked for the train. I spotted a busty red headed woman ushering a few red headed children and a super cute raven haired boy. But she was urging them into a pillar. What? But suddenly, the children walked right into and through the pillar! They just, like, disintegrated into it. I was at loss for words.
I walked up to the woman. "Excuse me? Can you show me how to do that?" I asked politely. The woman smiled. "First year? You're a little big for one. Or are you a fifth year who has some catching up to do?" I was confused. "Well, um, I'm fifteen and I've never been to this school—my old school had some fire problems." She nodded understandingly. "Magic schools normally have difficulty with fire spells," she said. "Alright, dear, just grab your things and walk straight into that pillar, and you'll be at the platform." I shrugged and did as instructed. I was prepared for the impact and pain, but none came. When I opened my eyes, a train was right in front of me, with students saying goodbye to their parents right in front. I decided this was my train. How could it not be? The woman followed shortly behind me. She beckoned for all of her children to come close to her in a huddle.
"Dears, we've got a new student. She'll be a fifth year, but she hasn't been to Hogwarts before. She's going to need some private tutoring sessions with Dumbledore, but she'll be fine in the long run. I'm going to need you three"—she pointed to the black haired boy, a red headed boy, and a girl with bushy brown hair who I didn't notice earlier—"to watch out for her."
"What's her name?" asked the red headed boy who looked my age and was supposed to watch out for me. The lady smacked her head. "I am so sorry, I didn't pick it up. Dear?" She looked at me. "Oh, I'm Miley. Nice to meet you all." The black haired boy stared at me. "No offense, Mille, but you have a queer accent," he commented. "No offense, but my name's pronounced Miley. As in smiley. And it's not weird in America—I'm from Tennessee and California," I informed them. They shrugged, all most likely confused.
"Well, I'm Hermione," said the bushy haired girl. "And this is Harry, Ron, Ginny, George, and Fred. Oh, and this is Mrs. Weasley, Ron, Ginny, George, and Fred's mum. You can sit with Harry, Ron, and I on the train. We'd better hurry; the train whistles is blowing." Everybody said goodbye to Mrs. Weasley and we all boarded the train.
"Let's sit in this compartment," said Harry, indicating a vacant compartment. Us four slid into it. Harry smiled at me. "So, Miley…" he began, "…why don't you tell us a bit more about yourself and why you're here?"
"Well, um, I guess I'm here because my old school had a fire and its still being fixed. And as for myself…well, I really love to sing and dance, cheerleading is my favorite sport, my best friend's name is Lily, and I was going out with Jake Ryan—"
"Jake Ryan?" Hermione interrupted. "He is too cute! I don't watch his program often, only occasionally on the Internet, but from what I've seen, he's adorable. And you dated him? Really?" I nodded. "Yes. His ego is like a whale. Sometimes I can't see past it." Hermione frowned. "Yes, most celebrities have huge heads."
"Not Hannah Montana," I said immediately. "She's awesome." My friends looked at me as though I were completely insane. "Um…who is Hannah Montana?" asked Ron shyly. He hadn't been talking much. My jaw dropped. "You don't know who she is?" I asked in utter amazement. "She's the number one pop sensation in all of America—oh, that's why. You'd find her on the Internet. Just search Hannah Montana." They nodded importantly.
After a few hours, Hermione said matter-of-factly, "We'd better change into our robes now." I stared at her blankly. "Robes? I'm afraid I didn't receive a robe," I admitted. Hermione looked around to make sure nobody was watching. "Alright, well, over the summer I was working on a duplicate spell, and I think I've perfected it. I'll duplicate my robe, okay?"
A/N: I know they aren't allowed to do magic outside of school, even on the train, but pretend that they can for this one time. Hehe.
Wait…did she say spell? What? Hermione whispered a few gibberish words and her robe magically turned into two! The only difference was that hers had a patch of a lion sewn on and mine was blank. We all changed. I didn't question what I'd seen. I'd find out in time. But things were beginning to add up. After we finished changing, a not-too-cute blonde boy with a pointy nose and a seemingly big ego walked over to our compartment.
"Go away, Malfoy," sneered Harry. Malfoy glared at him. "Relax, Potter, I'm not here to criticize you. I have a whole term to do that. But word's been traveling around the train that you have a super cute new exchange student from America—oh, there she is! How embarrassing." He obviously called me super cute because he knew I was there and he was trying to flirt with me. Pathetic. But I pretended I didn't notice. I extended my hand. "Hey, I'm Miley. Nice to meet you." He grabbed it and kissed the back of it. I was crying on the inside, but I faked a smile on the out. I didn't need any enemies already. Hermione rolled her eyes. "Malfoy, back off. Besides, she's going to be in Gryffindor, and you know it. I thought Slytherins didn't interact socially with Gryfinndors?"
A/N: Sorry if I misspell anything pertaining to Hogwarts (like the professors' names and the houses).
Malfoy shrugged and smiled deviously. "That's because there's never been a cute Gryffindor." He winked at me. "Besides," he continued, "you don't know she'll be in it. She could be in anything." Hermione rolled her eyes. "There's only three possibilities for her, trust me. Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, and Gryffindor. She's not as slimy and sleazy as you Slytherins," Ron spat. Malfoy frowned and formed slits with his eyes. "Fine. But if you ever get sick of these bozos, Miley, I'm always available." Harry laughed. "That's because no girl wants to go out with you besides Pansy!" Malfoy looked like he wanted to lunge at Harry, but resisted (probably because I was watching). "Goodbye, Miley." He winked one last time.
Harry slammed the compartment door after Malfoy left. "Don't associate with him, Miley," he snapped. "He's super bad news. His dad works with Voldemort." I had no clue what that meant, but I nodded anyways. "See? It doesn't make her uncomfortable when I use his name!" Harry pointed out. Hermione and Ron shrugged as if to say, "Oh, well."
After a while more on the train and talking, we stopped. "We're at Hogwarts!"
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