Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter...sadly. Harry Potter belongs to the all amazing J.K Rowling. I'm going to try something I saw on another few accounts, the first 2 or 3 reviewers get a sneak peak at the next chapter. I don't want to seem like a prick or anything, but I'll only update with 5 (?) reviews. Does that sound to much?
Anyway, on with the story, I hope you enjoy ~ Little Thora.
Hermione pulls herself up next to me, her bushy hair matting around her head.
"You look like a rat, Hermes!" I laugh. She replies with a glare. That only results in me laughing harder. She brought her hand up to her head, feeling the bush that surrounds her head. She laughs a little, then pushes herself out of bed.
"Helena, where's my book?"
"In my hand. Why?"
"Hel, it's mine. I got it, to read it." She moans, reaching out for it. I pull it towards my chest.
"Ay! I'm further through! I'll spoil everything! Kili -" She plugs her fingers in her ears, and shakes her head.
"No! Keep it until you've finished it!" she yells. I laugh. That's all I needed to say. I don't know what happens to any of the hobbits. I want to finish the book, then I have the power.
There's a loud knock on the door, and our mother walks in.
"You two have letters." mum says, handing us each a creamy envelop, with neat curvy writing on the front. I turn and raise my eyebrows at Hermione, and rip the top off.
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 Helena-May Granger,
We are please to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find the enclosed list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term beings on September 1. We await your owl by no later than July 31.
Yours most sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress
My eyes widen, and I reach across, grabbing Hermione's letter, dropping mine on her bed. It's the same, but the names are switched.
"I'm a...wizard?" Hermione whispered in amazement.
"That would be a witch, Hermes." I smile at her. "We're witches!" I squeal. I do admit, this would explain a lot of things. Such as how I managed to take down the school bully, when he is at least twice the size of me. And how I always managed to get out of trouble.
Well, that could just be my dazzling looks.
"It makes sense..." Hermione mutters. I nod slowly.
"Congratulations!" Our mother squeals, squeezing us each in turn.
"Mum, how on earth are we going to get everything we need?" I pick up the next letter,
HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY
UNIFORM
First-year students will require:
1. Three sets of plain work robes (black)
2. One pain pointed had (black) for day wear
3. One pair of protective gloves (dragon hide or similar)
4. One winter clock (black, silver fastenings)
Please note that all pupils' clothes should carry name tags
COURSE BOOKS
All students should have a copy of each of the following:
The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 1) by Miranda Goshawk
A History of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot
Magical Theory by Adalbert Waffling
A Beginngers' Guide to Transfiguration by Emetic Switch
One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi by Phylida Spore
Magical Drafts and Potions by Arsenius Jigger
Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them by Newt Scamander
The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection by Quentin Trimble
OTHER EQUIPMENT
52 wand cauldron (pewter, standard size 2) set
Glass or crystal phials
Telescope set
Brass scales
Students may also bring an owl OR a cat Or a toad.
PARENTS ARE REMINDED THAT FIRST YEARS ARE NO ALLOWED THEIR OWN BROOMSTICKS.
I look up at mum in question, seeing her reading Hermione's list.
"Mum?" Hermione asks.
"If you cared to look a little harder, it tells us."
I roll my eyes, and pointed at the bottom,
Go to the Leaky Cauldron on the 27th of July, and meet Rubius Hargrid to take you to Diagon Ally, if your parents are muggle.
"Do tell me, Helena, what is a muggle?"
"Normal parents." I guess, with a shrug.
"Why, thats in two days!" Mum yelps. I nod. I smiled at my mum, who then exited the room, telling us to be down in 10 minutes for a special breakfast celebrating on us "becoming" witches.
"So, how old do you think they'll be?" Hermione asks.
"By they, you mean the other students? Then about the same age, maybe younger?"
So we are going to be stuck with a bunch of eleven year old boys?"
"We're eleven, Hermione." I drone, rolling my eyes lazily at my sister.
"Well, I'm calling us twelve, Hermes." I say, jumping up, and grabbing a nice pair of clothes. I pull my wavy, dirty blonde hair into a piggy tail. Thankfully, my hair isn't as bushy as Hermione's. She was exceptionally jealous of it. I grab the book lying on my bed, and waving it mockingly at Hermione, and making my way down the stairs. Dad smiled at my as I entered, eyeing the book in my hand.
"Isn't that Hermione's book, Helena?" He asks, setting down two full glasses of water.
"Toast, sweetheart?" Mum asks.
"Ah, no. I'm fine with cereal."
"Honey, you just found out your a witch." Mum protested. I roll my eyes helplessly at Hermione, who had just entered the kitchen.
"Mum, we just want something normal before we go, and be wiz-witches." Hermione slumps down next to dad, giving him a half hug. I laugh at her mistake, and then at our mothers helpless face. Shaking my blonde head, I walk into the kitchen, opening the cupboard, and reaching for some cereal. I am only eleven, and reasonably small for my age, so I am forced to push up on the table, and stand on my tip-toes.
"Hel, grab the cornflakes."
"Getting 'em, Herm." I grab the second cereal box, but not seeing how it was stuck behind another one. Giving a ruff yank, I am showered in coco pops, and cornflakes. Because I didn't think of me falling, I had taken my hand off the bench top, and fell down with the cereal.
I hit the ground with a thud, the breathe knocked from me.
"Helena!" screams Mum.
"I'm fine, I'm fine." I croak, pushing myself up. Hermione's hand falls in front of my face. I smile my thanks, gripping it tightly as she pulls me up.
"hel, could you use some of your new magic skills to clean this up?" Dad jokes.
"Dad, the jokes. They're...killing...meeee." I pushing my hands into my stomach, and fall to the floor again. Hermione gives me a look, saying seriously? I laugh at her face, and push myself up yet again, and finally make my breakfast.
"Have some Gremlins." I hand Hermione the bowl with the cereal, and pushing her out of the kitchen with me.
"Would you girls like to do anything today?" Mum asks. I shake my head, placing a hand over my mouth so I can talk.
"Nah. I'm just that same as I was yesterday. I do not need to go anywhere." I take my hand away, and eating another spoonful cereal.
The next two days where pure torture for me and Hermione. Waiting for the trip to the Leaky Cauldron, was...annoying. I finished the book through. Twice. And Hermione managed one and a half.
When the joyous day finally arrived, mum become suddenly withdrawn when she was driving us up the The Leaky Cauldron. The directions where given to us on the list. When we arrive at the spot, mum glares at where the overly tall man stands, surrounded by a group of small children, our age.
"It's a bar! they are taking you through a bar! That's it. Your not going to magic school!"
"Mum!" we shout together. She turns her glare on us through the rear-view mirror. I stare her in the eye, showing her I'm not afraid. She shakes her head at the both of us, and pushes the car door open. I smile at my sister excitedly, and push the car door open myself, following mum to the tall man.
"Are you Mr. Hagrid?" She demands. The mans face brightens, and his beady eyes drift over to us.
"Helena and Hermione Granger?"
"Helena-May." I correct, stepping forward to greet the man. Mum pushes me back.
"Are you Mr. Hargrid?" Mum demands again, glaring at him.
"Yes, yes. I'm Rubius Hagrid, keeper of keys, and grounds keeper of Hogwarts." Says the tall man, Hargid. Having made his point, and mum eyeing all the children surrounding, she gives each of us a kiss.
"Keep close to him, no going anywhere else. I don't want you to come back jinxed or something!" I roll my eye at my mother, and tell her I'm fine, and that we'll be fine, and she leaves us with the teacher.
"Now, all of you follow me." Sighs the tall man, taking us into the bar.
"The usual, Hagrid?" asks the bartender.
"Not today, Tom. Hogwarts business. Have to take these newbies into Diagon Ally." He gives him a curt nod, and then takes us into the back, tapping blocks in some special order. The bricks slide away, forming an arch. The sigh behind was amazing.
Thanks for reading, remember to R&R.
~Little Thora