America was quite a place, never would I have thought that I would be going from my Californian mansion to a four-story house in London. Never, ever. It was just too much for me, but for some reason, it happened. That's when the letter came.
If you know me, then you know that I'm the most outgoing person in the whole entire world. I'm sarcastic, but in a funny way that you know that I'm joking. I'm arrogant, but not extremely arrogant. I'm very blunt and I have no problem being truthful. I have long straight blonde hair, and deep turquoise eyes. I like to write, just for the hell of it. I don't have a real family. I've been moved three times in the past two years. And now they finally settled me. In a four story house (basement and attic included) with a family called the Grangers. And a 16-year-old freak named… Hermione? Please be kidding.
My first day, it was okay. They picked me up from the airport. I'm not even sure what they call it here, but I don't care. They have funny accents, and they told me that I'd pick it up after about three months around Hermione. It was a family of three. A mother, a father, and a daughter. How cliché, how fucking cliché. We left the airport and got in a small car. It wasn't too bad, not exactly chic. But I'd live. I'm not the high maintenance type, but I look it. My family back in Beverly Hills told me that anytime I needed any money, I could just phone them and they'd just Western Union it over to my sorry ass. Do they even have a Western Union here? I have a lot to learn.
We arrived at the house; it also wasn't too bad, but not a mansion. It was a white brick house with green trim. It was actually kind of cute. They guided me up the porch and Mr. Granger unlocked the front door. I walked inside, breathing in the fresh scent of home. The warmth of the house was a definite contrast to the cold outside. Hermione told me to follow her up to the room they had made up for me. She started up the stairs, and I followed. She opened the door and I was met with hot pink walls and lots of modern furniture. "Sweet action." I said. She looked at me. I smiled, she was puzzled.
"Sweet action?" she asked.
"Yeah, it's like.. awesome? Like.. I like it." I said.
"Ohh! Well sweet action then." She said, I laughed.
"Listen, I just wanted you to know that I'm not calling you by that ridiculous name, no offense, but I'm going to give you a nickname, alright?"
"Alright.." she said.
"How about, Mia? No, I have a friend back home named that. It'd get too confusing. Uhhmm, how about… Mina." I said.
"Mina? Well that's different, but I like It." she said.
"K sweet. I guess it's set then, Mina. You wanna give me a nickname? I love nicknames."
"I already thought of one." She said.
"Well okay! What is it."
"Lee."
"Sweet, that's a new one. Congratulations. You just won a million dollars. Now I want to unpack."
"Well, I'll leave you to it. I'll be in my room if you need me. Oh and Lee?"
"Yes?"
"California isn't your home anymore, this is." She said, and she closed the door and left me in silence. I moved to my bed and sat down on it. It was oddly comfortable, kind of like a cloud. And it kind of scared me. I pulled my notebook out of my bag, along with a pen and opened it up to a blank page and began to write. Words just seemed to flow from my pen, it was almost weird.
Three days passed uneventfully. That's when it happened. At dinner that night, it was quiet, then Mrs. Granger cleared her throat, and I looked up. They were all looking at me. "What? Do I have something hanging out of my nose or something?" I asked, confused. Hermione laughed.
"No, but we have something to tell you." Mr. Granger said.
"Oh well, go ahead." Mrs. Granger pulled a letter out of her back pocket and handed it to me. I opened it, suspecting it was from my other family. But oh boy, I was wrong. When I finally reached the letter, I unfolded it, looked up at the Grangers, and then back down at the letter. I read it several times. So basically it said, your real parents were magical, you're a witch, you start school at some place called Hogwarts in a week and a half, KBYE. I stood up and threw the letter down.
"Is this some kind of sick JOKE or something?" I said, angry.
"No! It's the truth. Hermione is a witch too." Mrs. Granger said.
"You must be fucking kidding. I am not a witch, and I refuse to believe that I am. Sorry to disappoint you, but the joke wasn't funny." I stormed back upstairs and into my room, slamming the door. I fell down on my bed and started to sob. I don't cry over stupid shit, but for some reason I just couldn't stop. There was a knock on my door, but I didn't say anything. I just continued to cry. Hermione opened the door and stepped inside. "What do you want?"
"You shouldn't act like it's a bad thing, it's the most amazing thing in the world actually."
"How can something like that be amazing? That makes me a freak."
"I'm not a freak, and let me just tell you. Hogwarts has some of the cutest boys."
"Did you just say cute boys?"
"Yeah, I did."
"Well, okay. But you know what. I don't want to go okay? And you can't make me. So just.. Bring some of those boys over here."
"I can't do that, I'm sorry. You have to come."
"I don't have to go to some freak school to learn how to put spells on people."
"Actually, you'll find it's a lot more fun. And it's helpful as well."
"Yeah, whatef, it's not like you're going to make me want to go."
"What is whatef?"
"Whatef is whatever, or if I say it like whateff then I'm saying what the fuck. It's slang back home."
"Will you get it through your head that this is your home now and that you will listen to my parents and you will go to Hogwarts. AND you aren't allowed to talk to parents like you just did. Sorry to inform you of this." I stood up and walked over to her, glaring at her.
"Who are you to tell me what to do Mina? We don't even know each other."
"Well, you've only lived here for like what…three days? I really hope you don't expect to know someone in the span of three days."
"Shut up Mina."
"You don't know me well enough to tell me to shut up."
"I just did."
"Okay, I'm leaving."
"KBYE." She walked out of my room, closing the door behind her.
A week and a half later, after apologies were exchanged, books, a wand, robes, an owl, and all that good stuff was bought. I was on my way to Platform 9 and ¾ with Hermione Granger. My name was finally changed legally to Leelyn Granger. Leelyn Michelle Granger. It did sound rather nice, if I may say so myself. I wasn't prepared for this. I wasn't prepared at all. I followed Hermione and soon found myself on the Hogwarts Express. We had arrived late, so we hadn't found Hermione's two mystery boys. But I became rather excited as she opened a compartment door, what I saw was the most beautiful raven-haired boy in the world. Next to him was a red head boy, next to him was a red head girl, I decided they were related. Hermione cleared her throat, they all looked up, the raven-haired boy's beautiful emerald eyes fell on me, I smiled, and he smiled back. "Guys, this is my new sister, Leelyn. Leelyn, this is Harry, Ron, and Ginny." Hermione said. So his name was Harry. Not a beautiful name, but I could work with it.
"Did you just say new sister?" The Ginny girl said, eyeing me enviously.
"Yeah, my parents adopted her a week or so ago."
"How come you didn't tell us?" Ron asked, making it sound like it was a bad thing.
"Because I wanted to surprise you." Hermione said. Harry was still staring at me, and I couldn't help but glance at him every few seconds. Hermione sat down across from the two boys and girl; I sat next to her. Harry finally spoke.
"So, how old are you Leelyn?"
"I'm 16 and ½, and you can call me Lee or Lyn, or you can give me a nickname."
"Yeah, she loves nicknames." Mina said.
"Well, what's your middle name?" Harry asked.
"Michelle."
"I'll call you Mica for now, is that okay?"
"Yeah, it's cool."
"Sweet." He said. I looked at Hermione, who was looking at me shocked; we both raised an eyebrow at the same time. "What?" Harry said.
"Nothing, I didn't think anyone said that but me." I said.
"Nope, I guess not." He said, smiling at me. This year was going to be extremely…. Amazing?
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DISCLAIMER: I own Leelyn, the plot and that's about it. The rest of the characters belong to J.K. Rowling.