"Will she be safe here?" A young woman asked as she sat on an old, disfigured green couch.

Mrs. Montague, the owner of the Brixton Orphanage for Fatherless Girl, sat up right in a large wooden chair. She placed her hands on her mahogany desk and gathered a few loose papers into pile. Mrs. Montague was a very large woman, with small facial features that could be due to the fat accumulated on her face. She had a sour look on her face when the young woman asked such a silly question. "Why of course she'll be safe here. This is the best orphanage in all of London."

The young woman bit her lower lip as she looked down at the small bundle of blankets in her arms. Inside the white fabric laid a baby. The young woman smiled instantly when their eyes met, she knew she was doing the right thing. "Forgive Mrs. Montague, you see I just want the best for her."

Mrs. Montague pursed her lips together and raised her eyebrows at the woman's response. "Why of course you do and rest assured that this is the best place for her. She'll be well educated, well clothed and fed. There is nothing to worry about." Mrs. Montague pushed back her chair, letting the legs scarp against the wooden floor. As she walked around the desk the panel's beneath her feet creaked. Her heels, that somehow contained her rather massive feet, clicked as she walked towards the woman. She sat down on the couch, causing the furniture to sag on one side. "Now, for some family background."

This was the part the woman was worried about, but she nodded.

"Your name?" Mrs. Montague had been holding a clipboard with paper on it. A black pen in her right hand ready to fill in the blank spaces.

"My name is Eleanor Greum." Her voice was soft, it had a natural whisper to it.

"Eleanor, what a nice a name." Mrs. Montague responded as she wrote down the name on the paper. "Now the fathers name?"

Eleanor tensed up. This was the question she did not want to hear or to answer. "Well…you see…I don't know."

Mrs. Montague's lips pressed together as she tried her best to keep her judgement to herself. "So, just a night of passion I suppose."

Eleanor looked down and nodded. "yes."

"I see. Anyway, are there any living relatives other than you and the father?"

Eleanor shook her head. She tucked a strand of brown hair behind her ear. She felt the baby move within the blankets and that caused her to smile and stare down at her.

"Shame, just a couple more questions. What is the reason you're giving up your parent rights?"

It was a long story, Eleanor could have told her that she was a wizard who had gotten pregnant by a dangerous man. She could have told Mrs. Montague that this baby was the direct line of pure evil, but as Muggle Mrs. Montague would never understand let alone believe her. Eleanor smiled. "I was not prepared for her, I can't provide and keep her safe."

"Well it is better that you aren't being selfish and giving your daughter a chance to live a good life. Now, the last question is of course her name."

"Her name is Charlotte R. Greum." Eleanor said tenderly as she caressed her daughters' fair skin. She played with the black stands of hair. Charlotte was the most perfect baby she had ever seen.

"Very nice name. Thank you for making the right decision and now is the time to hand over Charlotte."

Eleanor looked down at her daughter and then back at the woman. "May I have a moment alone?"

Mrs. Montague understood how difficult this part of the process was and she smiled, for the first time since they've met, stood up and walked out of the room.

Eleanor then looked back at her daughter. Everything about her reminded Eleanor of the father. They both shared the jet black hair, fair skin but she had the eyes of her mother, big and brown and caring. "You are so special Charlotte, never let anyone tell you different. I love you and I will always love you remember that. You come from a powerful family, that's why I must keep you as safe as I possibly can." Eleanor brought her child up to her lips and kissed her forehead. Tears running down her face. Once she composed herself, Eleanor stood and walked out the door to meet Mrs. Montague. She took a deep breath and handed her baby over. "Please, don't tell her about me until she's 18."

"Very well. Eleanor thank you again for making the right decision and I wish you luck on your life."

With that Eleanor took one last look at her daughter, fought back tears and walked out of the building and left forever.

11 years later…

"Who are you?" an older Montague answered, with in the eleven years she had shed some weight. She was still rather large, but now her shoes seemed to be able to contain her feet.

An older looking man with a long white beard stood before the owner of the orphanage. He was dressed a nice gentlemen's outfit, black trousers, a white dress shirt and a suit jacket. "My name is Albus Dumbledore. I contacted you about my private academy for a Charlotte Greum."

Mrs. Montague smiled and nodded stepping aside so Albus could enter the building. "Oh yes, I'm very sorry. I've been so busy I nearly forgot you were coming today. It's a pleasure to meet you Mr. Dumbledore, My name is Eloise Montague."

"The pleasure is all mine Mrs. Montague." He smiled

Albus was a very charming man and caused Mrs. Montague to blush ever so slightly. She was able to compose herself and get back to the task at hand. "Well, why are you so interested in Charlotte? To be honest she isn't nearly as gifted as the other girls here, she's actually very average."

Albus smiled understandably towards her. If she had any idea on who Charlotte was, or who he was for that fact, she would have no problem giving her away. "You see Mrs. Montague, I am the headmaster of a school that is meant for average children, and upon graduation those same students become extraordinary young adults."

Mrs. Montague thought about what he had just said, she didn't understand it but if she were to go to a boarding school then that would help her orphanages' business. "She's upstairs, second room on the right."

Albus bowed slightly as he made his way towards the room. Before he entered he could feel her presence, it was eerily familiar and terrifying. He opened the door and his eyes fell upon a young girl with curly black hair that had been styled into a nice half up- half down hairdo. As the little girl turned to see who was at the door, he looked at her face. Her complexion was fair, with stunning features at such a young age. "Hello, my name is Albus Dumbledore."

"I know who you are." Her voice was tender but it had a very slight sharp tone.

Albus looked surprised. To his knowledge the girl was never told about being a witch, or even exhibiting powers. "Do you? How is that?"

"I heard you." She moved a bit in her chair, moving her legs to one side exposing an air vent. "My room is directly under the front hallway."

Albus let out a chuckle, and he sat down on her bed. "Well, I know who you are too, Charlotte. I'm assuming you know why I'm here."

"You want to take me to school for…average students."

"Not exactly. I want to take you to a school for witches and wizards."

There was a small amount of silence the followed. The look on charlottes face was one of confusion and suspicion. "Come again? Did you say witches and wizards?"

"I did. Charlotte you're not an ordinary child. You are a witch. You must have been able to do something that you couldn't explain."

Charlotte sat there and thought for a moment. "One time, when I was very young I was angry that Mrs. Montague had taken away my toy and I remember staring at when she locked it away in the cupboard, I stared for a long time and suddenly the glass had shattered and I was able to move the toy to me without touching it."

There were stark differences between the little girl and a boy he had met many year ago. However, there were just as many similatires between them. "Well I can do magic, as well as other." He looked over his shoulder and without moving he had set her bedroom door on fire. "Other witches and wizards."

Charlottes' eyes filled up with amazement and awe. Her door was on fire but it didn't burn, or spread. "How did you do that?"

"A simple spell, one that you may learn at Hogwarts."

"Hogwarts?"

"Yes, Hogwarts School of witchcraft of wizardry. A place for young witches and wizards to learn magic, and prepare for a life of adult hood. My question is, will you join me at the school?"

Charlotte was apprehensive about leaving with a stange man who had set her door on fire. However, something about the situation felt right. "Alright."

"Wonderful. I have taken already taken care of your books, already packed your bags and they are all waiting for you at the school."

"How did you know I would agree?"

He smiled and winked. "You will soon come to find that I know a great deal about people. School will be starting tomorrow, I know that's short notice but I've arranged for you to meet up with a family and go shopping for a few items that I can't get for you." He stuck out his hand and nodded towards it. "Hold on to me."

Charlotte took his arm and the moment that they touched they disappeared. Moments later that reappeared in a very crowded alley. Charlotte felt sick, she ran to what she hopped was a trash can and hurled up her lunch. "That's very normal, you will get used to it."

"I don't think I want to travel that way, is that how everyone gets around?"

Dumbledore seemed distracted, he was looking around trying to find someone. "Oh no, there are many ways to get around. Ah, I found them." He raised his hand and waved towards a family of six. All with red hair. "Molly, Arthur over here."

Charlotte had finished hurling in the trash bin when the family came over. She noticed that almost all of them had red hair. Two of the children looked identical and they seemed to be about the same age as herself.

"How are you Albus?" A red headed woman asked as she hugged Dumbledore "Well I hope."

Dumbledore chucked and hugged her back. "Very well Molly. How are you?"

"Hanging in there." She turned to face Charlotte and had a smile across her face, "You must be Charlotte, and it's so nice to meet you." She hugged her.

Charlotte wasn't used to being hugged by strangers, so she stood there stiffly and uncomfortably. "It's nice to meet you too…"

"Mrs. Weasley." Dumbledore chimed in. "This is the family I told you about. They're good friends and they have children who will be attending Hogwarts for the first time too."

"These are my children, William, Charlie, Percy, Fred and George. I have one more but he's home with his father.

"And expecting one more." Dumbledore smiled. "Congratulations."

"Thank you Albus, hoping this one is a girl finally."

"I must be on my way. I appreciate your help Molly. I will see the rest of you tomorrow for opening ceremony."

"Of course Albus, anytime." With that Dumbledore vanished. Molly was excited, for the first time she was able to shop with a girl. She thought of it as a practice run. "Charlotte, this place is called Diagon Alley. You get everything here. Robes, books, potions, if you can't find it here then it must not exist." She smiled.

"This place is so busy."

"Yes it, so everyone stay close and don't doddle." She walked towards one of the shops and the boys followed her along with charlotte.

Fred and George decided to walk on either side of her and they smiled. "So Charlotte, we heard you live muggles."

"With what? What is a muggle?"

They book looked at one another shocked. "You don't know what muggle is? Those are non-magical folk."

"Oh, well I guess then the answer is yes. I lived with muggles."

"That's crazy. Our dad would lose his mind talking to you." Fred said with excitement.

Charlotte was very overwhelmed by everything. Finding out she was a witch, traveling by magic, this large family, the alley way. She didn't know what to think or how to act. "Does he like muggles?"

George laughed loudly. "Does he? He works for the ministry of magic, he loves muggles, anything and everything to do with them."

Molly could hear the conversation and noticed how overwhelmed she was. "Come here darling." She took her hand and brought her up to the front of the group with her. "Fred and George are excited to be going to school, they aren't always like this."

"Yes we are." George popped up beside them.

"Always." Fred chimed in.

Molly rolled her eyes. She stopped walking and stood in front of a shop called Ollivanders. "Here we are. This my dear is where we choose our wands."

"Don't you mean where the wand chooses us?" Percy corrected her.

"Yes, yes. Come on, let's go in." When they entered charlotte could see a wall covered in what looked like boxes. An older looking gentleman stood behind the counter.

"Welcome to Ollivanders, what can I do for you?"

"Yes, we are here to pick our wands."

"You don't pick your wand, the wand-"

"Yes I know, the wand picks you." Molly interrupted the man. "Go on charlotte, everyone has their wand already."

Charlotte walked up to the front of the counter and looked up at the man. There was a bunch of muttering from him, he said numbers, and words that sounded like mythical creatures. "I think I have a wand that will be a good match." He turned and choose one off the shelf. He placed the box on the counter, opened it and took it out of the box. "Here try it on."

Charlotte raised her brow and took the wand hesitantly. Everyone stood there, waiting for something to happen. "I'm sorry…how will I know if the…wand has chosen me?"

"You'll know. That is not the one." The man took it back. He scratched his head. They went through box after box after box for what seemed like hours. None of the wands that he took out worked. The man had ran his hands through his partially grey hair. "Alright, I think I've got it down." He took one box from the top of the shelf. The box floated down on to the counter. He took it out and handed it to her.

When Charlotte touched the wand she felt a connection. It was impossible to explain but she knew that this wand was meant for her. "I think we've found it."

The man smiled. "Interesting, Yew wood. 11 and a half inches. Core of unicorn hair."

"I don't know what any of that means."

"I've put a small pamphlet in your box for some reading."

Once they left they went back to the Weasley's home, a small cramped place but it was warm with life and love. "I want you all to get a good nights sleep, tomorrow is an early day and a long day. Charlotte dear you can sleep in Percy's room, he'll share with Charlie."

"Thank you Mrs. Weasley." She smiled. Once they were all fed, cleaned and in their rooms the house felt empty. Charlotte laid in an unfamiliar bed, with unfamiliar people, in a world that made zero sense. Then she heard some snickering in the darkened room. "Who's there?"

Fred jumped out of the shadows and on to her bed. "It's just us, don't be scared."

"I wasn't scared. I thought everyone was asleep."

George popped up from thin air just moments after Fred. "We wanted to try a new invention of ours. It's so that we could blend into any surroundings."

"Why would you need to do that?"

The twins gave each other a look and laughed. "When wouldn't you need it? You could catch people talking about you, teachers making tests. The reasons are endless." They seemed to always be in sync with one another, finishing each other's sentences.

"That's interesting I suppose." She smiled "You two are funny."

"Thanks, so are you excited?" George asked, still sitting on the bed.

Charloote looked down and shrugged. "I don't know. What should I expect? How can I do magic if I've never practiced it before."

"It should come naturally, but I heard the professors are the best so you shouldn't worry about that. As for what to expect?"

Fred took over the explanation. "We will go to platform nine and three quarters, take a train to Hogwarts and then there is something called the opening ceremony. That's when second years and above get to meet all their friends in their houses. First years, like us, will be sorted into houses."

"Houses? What do you mean?"

George sighed. "There is so much you have to learn. Houses, there are four founders of the school. I don't really remember their first names, but the houses are Gryffindor, Slytherin, Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff. There is a hat that picks the house you will belong to and from there…those are your friends. Sometimes we mix together but Slytherins generally never do, they can be very rude people."

"Wow, that's intense. Well whatever house I'm put in. I hope it's with you two. Then at least I'll know somebody."

They boys smiled "Us too. Well good night, see you in the morning." They got off her bed and snuck back to their room. Charlotte feel asleep dreaming of all the things that could happen at the magic school.

A/N: Thank you so much for getting this far. I hope you enjoyed it, I'm very excited to write more, and explore a few ideas I've had rattling in my head for a while. If you'd like to leave a review that would be awesome. Until next time! Have a great day!