Fan Fiction Part One: CALIFORNNIA GURL

Btw my parseltongue is really bad I was trying to do it by ear and my concept is weird but you all know you were thinking it

Steam is in my face, mean people are nudging passed me, and I cannot understand their British accents. Not only that, but I am extremely jetlagged. I had to take a flight from California to London and now I have to find Platform 9 and three-quarters? I can't find 9 and a half, let alone any platforms that aren't whole numbers.

So I'm in platform 9 and I decide to ask this family that has animals what they were going to do. There were 2 boys, a girl with red hair, and a mom with ginger hair like the daughter and a dad with circular glasses. The guy looked nice enough and I have some trust issues so I thought what the hell?

"Hi I was wondering if you could help me find Platform 9 and 3 quarters? I'm from California and don't really get train stations."

"Oh yes I can help you, I don't give autographs if you wanted one. I'm… Harry Potter."

"Who?"

"Harry Potter? I defeated Voldemort and all the Death Eaters senior year in high school? Used to have lightning scar and speak parseltongue?"

"What's Parseltongue?"

"It's the ability to talk to snakes."

"You mean like this… kayaaahacceaaee?"

Harry had this dumb struck look on his face, as well as his kids and wife.

"I never knew anyone who could speak Parseltongue other than me and Lord Voldemort. How did you know that?"

"Ummm...my parents got attacked by these snakes when I was a baby and one of them bit me but I still survived and it left this mark…" I lifted up my robe to show them the mark. It looks like the snake bit me and then fell and made a crescent shape. Almost like a double rainbow on top of each other but it was just red.

"Whoa dad… she's almost like you!" The boy my age said. He looked at me, and I probably looked terrible because I was about to fall asleep and my hair was a mess (even though it was in a ponytail).

"Yeah I was reading something in the mail about the Voldini… Who's that?" I asked

"Oh they're the children of Voldemort and his snake Nagini." He said. "The names Albus by the way."

"Cool my names Hart. Emma Hart." Nothing from my James Bond joke. Guess they don't watch that much TV "No James bond? Oh no my names Emma."

Albus' mom came up behind him and rubbed his arm "See you already have a friend."

"YES! SCORE ONE FOR EMMA!" I thought in my head and I commented, "Hey we even both have ferrets!"

"Yeah we do. Mine's named Dumbledore. What's yours?"

"Uhhhhhh James."

"That's my dad's middle name!"

"Really? That's so-"

"Hey could we get going already? I need to secure my spot." His brother said. Jerk. Not to be mean, but he was being a brat.

"We should get going." Albus's mom said.

Albus's brother ran into the wall between platforms 9 and 10 and, whoosh, he was gone. I thought he was going to break his cart but guess not.

I looked back at the whole Potter family and in 2's Albus and Harry went and Albus's mom and sister went to.

"Here goes nothing, I thought, and ran through the wall.

As I appeared out of the wall, I turned my cart and examined the area. When I was little and still now, I wanted to by a Secret Agent for the CIA of FBI, but this whole wizard thing, not that I don't like it, flew out the window with the owl that brought my letter. But hey, I can dream right?

I followed the Potter family through all the wizards and their families wishing them goodbye. I felt a little pain in my chest, but I've kind of learned to get through it. The Hogwarts express was the longest, and only, train (up close) that I had ever seen. We passed by this hairy blonde guy with his son. The whole family stared at me like I did something wrong. Jeez people found out my secret already. I worked on my British accent on the plane ride here and while staying tat but I don't think it's working. They must smell the grease from my American blood. I found Albus tying his shoes while his dad came up with him. I hid behind some wizards and listened to their conversation.

"Dad, What if I'm in Slytherin?"

"What's a Slytherin?" I thought.

"Albus Severus Potter," Harry said quietly, "you were named for two headmasters of Hogwarts. One of them was a Slytherin and he was probably the bravest man I ever knew."

"But just say—"

"—Then Slytherin House will have gained an excellent student, won't it? It doesn't matter to us, Al. But if it matters to you, you'll be able to choose Gryffindor over Slytherin. The Sorting Hat takes your choice into account."

"Really?"

"It did for me," said Harry.

So many words just blew my mind, Gryffindor, which much be good, and Slytherin, which much be bad. Hm. Once they got up and hugged I went up to Albus and said, " The train tooted. We should get going."

They all said goodbye to my parents, well me just Harry. I felt some sort of connection to him, like he's been through the same things that I have.

"If you ever need help coping with mourning of your parents or the Voldini come, send an owl. They will know where to find me." Harry said in a soft voice so no one would hear our secret conversation.

"Thanks," I said in my American accent, "It would mean a lot." He hugged me, even though he was a complete stranger, and I ran into the train with Albus and a ginger haired girl. We all sat in a cart together, Albus and the girl on one side and I on the other. We waved goodbye as the train left the station.

"Hi. I'm Emma."

"Rose Weasely," she replied, " Albus is my cousin."

"Oh that's cool. I like your hair."

"Thanks..." She replied kind of embarrassedly.

We talked about the history of wizarding and they told me what their parents taught them about Hogwarts, which made me miss my parents even more. I want to be in Gryffindor. The other ones sound a little useless.

"Anything from the trolley?" a lady asked.

I leaned against the window and watched the countryside go by as my eyes slowly started to close, and I went to sleep.

Thanks for reading! It's kind of short but I don't really know how long to make it! Please comment. I will have the next chapter soon!