*Disclaimer, I do not own Harry Potter.*
Hello, I'm TrekkerPotter. This is my first fanfiction so please bear with me. This will be a Fred Weasley love story. This is only the intro and I promise the story will get better with time. Hope you enjoy!
"Do you think the cast will be at the studio tour?" I asked my cousin with hopeful eyes. "Chill, Sophie. We haven't even landed in London." My cousin Stephanie retorted while getting back to reading her travel book. I'm 17, and all my life had, has, and will always revolve around Harry Potter. As a graduated senior in high school, my reward to myself for enduring the filthy muggles at my school is to fly to London and finally be able to step into 'Hogwarts'. Even if it isn't real.
"Sophie, wake up. Wake up. SOPHIE!" "What? What is going on? Is the plane going down? Are we crashing!" "Calm down. We just landed, lets go." "Oh, right." I said as I grabbed my backpack and exited the airplane. "Well, lets find a taxi cab." Stephanie suggested as we tried to go through the crowds of people greeting relatives. "I feel left out." I blurted out as my cousin flagged down the taxi cab. " What? Why?" "Well, for one we aren't British." "Correct, we are American. Now get in the cab." " And secondly, we don't have a nice warm relative that greeted us as we exited the airplane." " Dear, god. Just get in the taxi cab!" " Well, if you weren't interested in what I had to say; you shouldn't have asked." I stated while entering the cab and pouting. "Where to?" " The London Eye please." Stephanie commanded. " Shouldn't we go to the hotel first?" "No, we should get a head start on sight seeing besides I'm starving." "You should have eaten the peanuts they offered on the plane." I stated. " I'm allergic!" "Well, whose fault is that?" " My genetics." " Then maybe if you told your genetics to shut their trap you wouldn't be allergic." "Crabby much?" "What can I say. I'm hungry." I said while shrugging. "Then why didn't you eat the peanuts" Stephanie sarcastically stated. "I'm allergic." I replied while giving her a sly smirk. The rest of the taxi ride was quite. When we finally arrived to the London Eye we both realized we hate ferris wheels. Needless to say the trip to the London Eye was a failure. Though we did enjoy some delicious food. Even if we weren't quite sure what we had ingested. As we entered our hotel we were astonished, for a two star hotel it was pretty swanky. Something you would never find in Los Angeles for the low price of $60 a night. Cheeper if euros weren't much more expensive than the dollar. "Hello, we have a reservation for two under the name Stephanie Pippin." "Ah, yes, welcome. You are in room 432. Here is your key." " Thank you very much." We stated as we started to leave when the receptionist beckoned for us. " Also, One of you wouldn't happen to go by the name of Sophia R. Riddle?" "Yes, that would be me." " Here you go. This package arrived for you last week." " Thank you." I stated while heading toward the elevator.
"That was peculiar." I said while kicking off my shoes. " Seriously, have you opened the package?" Stephanie called out through the bathroom. "No, but it seems to be two letters tied together. It's odd though. It's addressed to Sophia R. Riddle, New Dawn Hotel, London, England Room 432. Who could have know the exact room I would be in?" " That's true. We didn't even know the exact room we would be in." Stephanie stated as she exited the bathroom in her pajamas. " Another thing that is bugging me is that I haven't used 'Riddle' as my last name since 4th grade. Not after everyone made fun of me for having the same last name as Lord Voldemort." "Well, don't just stare at it. Open the letters!" I untangled the ribbon around the two letters, and stared at the second envelope intently. "Steph, this one is made out to you." I said while shoving the letter into her hands. We both stared at our names written in emerald ink on the envelopes. Neither one daring to be the first to open the letters.