Note! I did a little editing on the chapters! I noticed somethings that did not fit:

Mira is now 11 not 10

Classes start at 8 not 9

Here is my new Harry Potter fanfic! I'm exited because I think it is one of the best things I've written, but well you guys read and tell me if you think so. I must remind you that is is a post seventh book story so there may be some spoilers!

I don't own Harry Potter.

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Chapter One: The Letter

Mira hummed quietly to herself as she sat in the small glen that was her sanctuary in the woods that made up her backyard. It was just another average day in June. Except for the fact that this was her 11th summer. The summer that marked the turning point of her life. Her two best friends, the only people that ever bothered to try and understand her, were moving. Rei back to her homeland in Japan and Conner to the U.S. This left Mira to face junior high alone in Jolly-Ol'-England. This wasn't necessarily a bad thing. Junior high meant a new school, a place where no one knew her or her strange reputation.

Mira shook herself out of her thoughts and checked the time. It was already 2, well past the time she was expected back home.

"Oh no! I'm late!" Mira yelled, jumping up from the log she had been sitting on. She raced through the woods, not bothering to take the path.

After several minutes of running, Mira came to a break in the trees. There before her stood a two story house. This was her home. Mira raced inside, dodging the dogs that ran up to greet her in the yard.

Inside the house, Mira ran into the kitchen, where her mother was baking cookies.

"Did you lose track of time again?" Her mother asked before Mira could say anything. Mira nodded her head, ashamed.

"Sorry Mom." She said quietly. She knew how important the upcoming meeting was, but like always she got lost in her own little world.

"I guess it can't be helped. It's a good thing your father isn't home yet. Now go upstairs and change." Her mother said, taking a batch of cookies out of the oven.

Mira looked down at what she was wearing. Ripped jeans, muddy shoes, and a large T-shirt with stains made up her outfit. She ran upstairs to her bedroom. It was small and messy, but she loved it.

Mira quickly threw on a nice button-up shirt and black dress pants. She took her hair out of its braid and let the wavy brown locks tumble over her shoulders. She put on a pearl necklace with a turquoise pendant to match her sky blue eyes and amethyst earrings. Mira looked at herself in the mirror and nodded in satisfaction, then she raced back downstairs.

Her mother was in the living room with her grandmother. After her grandfather died, her grandmother had come to live with her and her parents. This was something Mira didn't mind a bit. Her grandmother was still active in her late sixties and understood everything there was to know. Whenever Mira had a problem she would go to her grandmother. Though most of the time her grandmother would just make her figure it out for herself. Still the little clues she gave would always help.

Mira sat down on the couch and waited with the other two. Suddenly they all heard the sound of the door opening. Her mother got up and walked to the door.

"Welcome home honey." Her mom said, kissing her father on the cheek as he came through the door. Her father, a tall man with short brown hair, smiled at her mother. He then stepped to the side and let the other two men at the door in. They both had stern looks on their faces and regarded her mother and the house with indifference.

"Please take a seat." Her grandmother said, walking up to the four. They all nodded and sat down.

"Could you get the cookies and drinks for us Mira?" Her mom then asked sweetly. Mira nodded and walked into the kitchen. She wasn't stupid and knew that her mom wanted her out of the room so that they could talk about 'adult' things.

Mira hoped that they wouldn't have to move again. Her dad worked for the Irish government as a foreign ambassador, which is why they live in England and not in her homeland, Ireland. Granted, they had moved when she was three so she remembered practically nothing about it. She didn't even know any Irish! But she still didn't want to move.

Mira sighed and decided that what would happen, would happen. She put on a bright smiled and took the cookies and lemonade back into the living room. The two officials gave her a curt nod and her parents and grandmother smiled at her. No one made a move to grab anything however. She could feel the tension in the air and wondered what had been said while she was in the kitchen.

"Okay, since I don't see how much choice we have, I accept." Her father finally said. Her mother squeezed his hand reassuringly. Mira looked to her grandmother, only to see a troubled expression on the withered face.

The two men nodded. "The details are in here." They handed her father a manila folder. "Have a good day." With that they got up and left.

Mira glanced at her father as the door closed shut. He was starring at the folder, eyebrows furrowed.

"What's going on?" She finally asked, the silence getting to her. Her mother looked at her with a worried expression.

"We are moving to Finland." She said quietly.

"WHAT! WHEN? WHY?" Mira shouted. This was just what she had been afraid of. Even worse, she didn't know any Finnish.

He dad looked up from the folder and said, "By the end of this month. The government is afraid that there is illegal happenings going on and they want me to negotiate."

Mira nodded, that made sense. Maybe Finland wouldn't be so bad. She was just overreacting. She could learn the language. It wasn't as if she had any friends left in England.

"The problem is," Her mother spoke, "we can't take you."

"WHAT!?!?!" Mira yelled.

"Calm down Mira." Her grandmother told her. Mira took a deep breath.

"It's not that we don't want you." Her father explained. "It's just that it may be dangerous and we don't want you to get hurt."

"You will be staying here with your grandmother, so you can go to junior high in England." Her mom said to her.

"Okay." Mira agreed. That wouldn't be horrible, at least her grandmother was staying with her. And living without her parents meant more freedom.

So Mira's parents spent the rest of the month getting things ready to go to Finland. They packed and made phone calls, booked plane tickets and other boring things. Mira would try to help, but she just couldn't focus. More often than not, her parents would send her to go play outside.

Finally, it was the day of their leaving. Many hugs were exchanged and tears were shed, but as Mira waved to their plane taking off, she couldn't help but feel a sense of relief. It wasn't that she didn't love her parents. It was just that they always wanted her to be prim and polite. Her grandmother didn't care if she got grass stains on her pants every day and would often disappear for hours on end in the woods. Nor did she care when Mira got overly hyper or energetic.

On the ride back home, Mira talked avidly with her grandmother on random things, and they laughed together and had a good time.

Several days later, Mira walked downstairs to see a most peculiar sight. Her grandmother was opening the window to let an owl in.

"Grandmother, what's that owl doing here?" Mira asked. Her grandmother turned to her and smiled.

"Ah, good your awake Mira. Come here." Her grandmother gestured to her.

Mira walked over and stared at the owl in wonder. She had never been so close to one.

"Can I pet it?" She asked excitedly.

"If it lets you." Her grandmother answered.

Mira slowly reached out her hand to the owl, which regarded her with one black eye. Gently she stroked the owl's feathers. She was so caught up in what she was doing that she almost didn't notice her grandmother untie something from the owl's leg.

"What's that?" Mira asked curiously. Her grandmother smiled and hand the envelope to her.

"Its for you." She said. Mira took the envelope and opened it. Inside was a letter addressed to her. She read it aloud.

Hogwarts School

of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Headmistress: Luna Lovegood

Dear Ms. Mira S. Bloise,

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

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

Yours Sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress

Mira stared at the letter in surprise. "Is this a joke?" She asked. Her grandmother shook her head no.

"Oh I'm so glad that you got accepted into the school! I went there myself you know. I was really disappointed when your father never got a letter, but I suppose that's what I get for marrying a muggle." Her grandmother exclaimed.

"What?" Mira said, shocked. Her grandmother chuckled.

"You're a witch Mira. So am I. Hogwarts is the best place to train witches and wizards. I suppose I can't blame you for being surprised, you were raised a muggle. If you need proof, thing back to all the strange things you've done."

Mira thought back. The time she jumped over a 10 foot wall, the time she had immediately known when Conner had fallen off the roof and broke his left when she wasn't anywhere near him, the time she broke a kid's nose with out touching him, though it had been his fault for teasing Rei. The list could go on and on.

She finally nodded, accepting the fact that maybe there was such a thing as magic. Then she remembered something from what her grandmother had said.

"What's a muggle?" She asked.

"A muggle is a person that can't perform magic." Her grandmother answered. "You are muggle born, but you still have wizard blood in your veins from me and my parents."

"Okay." Mira said. It all made sense. She read her letter again. "When it says send an owl…" She started.

"Oh! Right, let me get some paper." Her grandmother exclaimed. She grabbed some paper and a pen and wrote down a couple sentences. Then she put it in an envelope with a couple gold coins.

"What…" Mira started to ask.

"They're galleons. I always keep a couple handy just in case." Her grandmother explained. She then gave the envelope to the owl, which took it in its beak and flew off. "There now, you're all set to go to Hogwarts."

Mira smiled. She was starting to get really exited. She looked at the other paper that had come in the letter. It listed all the supplies she would need for her first year.

"Grandmother, where are we going to get all of this?" Mira asked, showing her grandmother the list.

"Why in London of course! There's a special place there that will have everything you need." Was the answer. "We will go tomorrow."

Mira nodded. She spent the rest of the day reading and re-reading her letter. After she had gotten over the initial disbelief she had no problem grasping the fact that there was a school where magic was taught. Well, she was known to have an active imagination.

The next morning, Mira jumped off her bed and got dressed. Today she was going to get all of her supplies.

Mira and her grandmother left the house and a little later got on a train to London.

Once they arrived, her grandmother led her through the busy streets to a small shop with a faded sign that said Leaky Cauldron. Mira started at the people inside as they walked through the pup. One lady was talking about blast ended skrewts, whatever that was. Another guy was reading a newspaper called the Daily Prophet. On the front cover was a picture of a lady, and it was moving!

Mira gaped in surprise at this, but finally her grandmother led her to a back room. "Now watch Mira." She said. She then took out a long stick, Mira guessed that was her wand, and tapped the bricks in different places. The bricks started moving, and rearranged themselves so that there was a pathway to the street on the other side.

The street was packed with tons of people dressed in robes and pointed hats. Mira stared in wonder at all the different shops and items on display.

"First to Gringotts, it's the wizards' bank." Her grandmother explained to Mira.

Gringotts was a large white building run by goblins. Mira and her grandmother took a cart down to a vault, number 103, and grabbed some coins. Her grandmother had a fairly large collection she had been saving up. As they grabbed the coins, her grandmother explained what each one was and how much it was worth in relation to the others.

They left Gringotts and went to get Mira's uniform from a place called Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions. Then her cauldron, scales, and telescope. Also her potion ingredients, quills, and parchment. Her grandmother had to drag her away from Eeylops Owl Emporium, saying that she could use the school owls if she wanted to write a letter. At Flourish and Blotts, she got all of her books. Finally, all that was left was her wand.

Mira stepped into Ollivanders timidly. It was dimly lighted and old looking. Her grandmother walked briskly to the only chair and sat down. Footsteps were heard from the back and out came a very old looking man, whom she assumed was Ollivander.

"Ah, Irene! How nice to see you again!" The man said. "Oak with a unicorn hair core. 10 and 1/2 inches, wasn't it?"

Her grandmother nodded. "Good to see you too Ollivander. I'm here to get my granddaughter a wand." She nodded her head toward Mira.

Ollivander turned to peer at the girl. "Let's see, what is your wand hand?"

"Uh, I'm right-handed." Mira answered nervously. Ollivander proceeded to measure her and finally grabbed several boxes.

"I'm not sure, but consider this, a hard-wearing willow wand. The length is just shy of twelve inches. The core is of merfolk hair." Ollivander said, handing her the first wand. Mira took it and, unsure of what to do, flicked it. Nothing happened.

Ollivander shook his head and handed her another wand. "Spurcewood wand, core is of salamander bone." Mira flicked it, and shattered a vase. Ollivander handed her another, and another, until finally only one was left.

"I can recommend this, a thin beechwood wand. The length is eleven inches long. The core consists of a hippogriff heartstring." Mira took the wand and felt shivers run down her skin. She flicked it and a shower of feathers rained down from the ceiling.

"Very nice!" Ollivander clapped and her grandmother smiled.

Mira payed seven galleons for her wand and she and her grandmother headed back home.

The rest of the summer Mira spent reading her schoolbooks and asking all she could think to ask from her grandmother. By the end of summer she knew as much about the magical world as any wizard raised child. She would especially love to hear the stories about Harry Potter.

At last, the morning of September 1rst arrived. Mira and her grandmother and her large trunk took the train to London again. Then they walked to King's Cross-station.

Once there, Mira raced through the wall that her grandmother said was the entrance to platform 9 and 3/4. Her grandmother followed behind.

Mira stared at the scarlet train and the station packed with families. Her grandmother helped her load her trunk in an empty compartment. She waved goodbye to her grandmother and looked out the window to see a person that could only be Harry Potter. He was waving goodbye to someone in the compartment next to hers. Mira couldn't help but stare, that was, until the train started to move. She waved one last time to her grandmother and sat back in her seat.

For the rest of the train ride, Mira watched the scenery outside. At one point she got up and changed into her robes. No one came into her compartment except a lady with snacks. Mira took the money her grandmother had given her and bought several chocolate frogs and a pack of Bertie Botts every flavor beans.

At last the train slid to a stop. Mira grabbed her trunk and climbed out.

A large person with wild hair was calling for the first years. Mira walked up to him.

All the first years gathered around the large person, who introduced himself as Hagrid. Then he led them to a lake with boats waiting at the shore.

All the first years climbed in four to a boat. Mira climbed in a boat with a boy that looked a lot like Harry Potter, a girl with flaming red hair, and a boy with white-blond hair. Then they were off, speeding across the lake to a castle in the distance.

Once at the castle, Hagrid knocked on the large door. A lady who Hagrid called Professor McGonagall answered it. She led the first years to a room where they off their trunks.

After a little while of waiting, McGonagall led them all to the Great Hall. She had already explained all about the four houses and what they would have to do to be sorted.

Inside the Great Hall the rest of the school waited at tables. The hat stood on a stool. It opened its brim and the first years walked up. It then started to sing a song about the four houses. Mira wondered which one she would be sorted into; none of them seemed to fit her personality.

As the hat sang, Mira glanced at the high table. In the center sat the headmistress, Luna Lovegood. Her grandmother had explained to her that Professor McGonagall had been headmistress, but went back to teaching transfiguration, and Luna Lovegood took her place.

When the hat finished its song, Professor McGonagall took out a scroll and began reading names. She first called, "Abbott, Nancy!" Who was sorted into Hufflepuff. Then, "Berlin, Caleb." Became a Ravenclaw. Then her name was called and Mira walked up to the stool and put the hat over her head and sat down.

"Hmm, well let's see. You have an interesting mind." A little voice in her ear said. Mira smiled. "I do believe you fit in a house long gone." The voice said. Mira was confused at what it meant. "NYMPHAR!" The voice shouted. Mira took off the hat and the entire school of students stared at her with confused expressions on their faces. The headmistress, Professor Lovegood, stood up.

"I have heard rumors of this house. It is said that there was once five houses at Hogwarts. But the house of Nymphar, where those of freedom and imagination dwell, slowly died out. And now it seems to have been reborn." Professor Lovegood explained. And with a flick of her wand another table appeared in the Great Hall, in between the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff tables.

Mira slowly walked over to the table and sat down. Her face was red with embarrassment as she felt the entire school staring at her.

Luckily for her, McGonagall saved her by beginning to call out names again. Lavender, Silvia was sorted into Gryffindor. Then Nerka, Luke into Slytherin. Then the name Malfoy, Scorpius was called. The boy with white-blond hair walked up to the stool.

Scorpius was not surprised when he got a letter from Hogwarts. His father had taken him shopping the next day and a month later he had gotten on the train for Hogwarts. He had randomly gotten in a boat with the Potter and Weasly, and a girl with wavy brown hair. He assumed that she was a mudblood, since she stared at the castle with extreme wonder on her face.

He had really been surprised when the sorting hat sorted that girl into a house called Nymphar. But her accepted it as the headmistress explained.

When his name was called, he walked up to the hat confidently. He felt sure that he would be put in Slytherin like his father and mother.

"Ah, a Malfoy." The voice said in his ear. "Now I should put you in Slytherin." Scorpius inwardly nodded. "But…" Scorpius furrowed his eyebrows in surprise. "Your mind is so very different from that of your father, or his father. You are more open, more creative. I do believe I will put you in…NYMPHAR!"

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So sorry if there are any errors. Please review and tell me how you think. The second chapter will be up shortly!

-LadySakura