Accidental Magic
September 1st, 1976
"Welcome young and old, new and known," Headmaster Dumbledore stood at the center of the Head Table where all professors sat, addressing his school, "Before we tuck in to this delicious feast, I would like to announce that Lily Evans and Marlene McKinnon are asked to meet with myself and the Deputy Headmistress in my office immediately after the school song has been sung. I would also like to add that I immensely enjoy acid pops."
As the old man sat in his chair, he looked amongst the crowd of students. Many were looking at one another in confusion to the last cryptic part of the message, as others simply looked delighted in the food set before them. As the professor's blue eyes scanned the Gryffindor table, he noticed Marlene McKinnon and Lily Evans exchange a nervous glance. The redhead leaned toward her brunette companion and whispered in her ear as the other nodded in understanding.
Exactly five seats from sixth year Lily Evans sat the love-struck, messy-haired James Potter. As he contemplated the odd message meant for the love of his life, his heart sped from fear.
"What do you think old Dumbledore wants with Evans?" James asked of his fellow Marauders, his hazel eyes flashing with worry.
"Keep calm, mate," said his best friend Sirius Black as he flipped back his shoulder-length black hair, "I'm sure Evans isn't in too much trouble."
Remus Lupin, the sandy-haired, grey-eyed Marauder cut in as James shot Sirius a panicked look, "Stop. Lily isn't in any trouble. I overheard McGonagall telling Slughorn about a new program involving three sixth year witches in the school."
Peter Pettigrew, the last of the Marauders, looked understandably confused. "Hang on. You said three. But, Dumbledore only called on McKinnon and Evans."
Remus shrugged in response, "he must've already delivered the message to the third."
Meanwhile, on the same date exactly twenty years from then, the same Headmaster was delivering the same speech to a new set of students.
"Welcome students to another fantastic year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. To those new to the curriculum: Do not fret. You will catch up splendidly. Before we dig in"-the headmaster chuckled softly-"I must announce that Hermione Granger is to meet with myself and Professor McGonagall in my office immediately after the school song has been sung. I would also like to add that I currently enjoy lemon drops."
"I wonder what all that was about," Harry Potter said softly to his friends Ronald Weasley and Hermione Granger. He cast a concerned glance at the latter.
Hermione responded with a sniff, "I'm sure it was nothing. Probably just something about my O.W.L.s or N.E.W.T. preparation that I asked McGonagall about before the summer."
Ron groaned, "You aren't messing around with time travel again, are you? That nearly got us killed our third year!"
"Shh! Do you want all of Britain to hear you?"
"Sorry. I suppose it's all right as long as you're disbanded from S.P.E.W. for now..."
"Oh! And I suppose you're fine with those poor creatures getting treated horribly every day of their existence as long as it suits your needs?"
"We've been through this before! They enjoy working!"
"Only because they don't know any better!"
Neville Longbottom who was seated on Harry's left muttered, "It hasn't been a day that we've been back."
Harry groaned, "I know."
Across the room, a blonde boy was smirking at the Gryffindor table.
"Maybe the filthy mudblood is getting expelled," said Draco Malfoy to his fellow Slytherins.
Vincent Crabbe grunted in response as Gregory Goyle continued to devour everything in sight.
"One can only hope," said Pansy Parkinson as she stroked Draco's arm lovingly.
"With Granger out of the way, perhaps Potter and Weasel will stay out of my way as I complete my task for the Dark Lord," Malfoy muttered to himself as he disengaged his arm from Pansy's posessive grasp.
Lutheran's School for Witchcraft and Ettiquite in the United States was enjoying a similar feast at that same moment.
Young witches sat at each of the thirty tables eating their food delicately and chatting amiably with friends as the Headmistress stood to make an announcement.
"Excuse me, may I have your attention?" All conversation stopped as Headmistress Sera spoke. "I would like to speak to Misses Millsap, Cortez, and Vangley immediately in my office, please."
A hundred and fourty seven heads turned to a table in the back of the room as three girls stood and slowly made their way from the room, following Sera up the stairs.
"The school of Hogwarts's Headmaster has offered an exchange for three witches in ours with his. The exchange will last only a year and you are all expected to be on your best behavior," Sera said as she looked sternly at the girls.
"Of course, Headmistress," said Jayden Millsap respectfully, casting a wary glance at her sister Sirenity Cortez.
"Good."
"Um, excuse me Headmistress, but where exactly is Hogwarts?" Kismet Vangley spoke up from beside Sirenity.
"Hogwarts is Unplottable, but rumored to be located in Scotland. You three will take the school's private jet across the ocean and board a train at Platform nine and three quarters which will take you to the school."
As the three witches left the office to begin packing, Sirenity suddenly stopped.
"Wait," she said, a small smile forming on her lips, "Hogwarts is a school for witchcraft and wizardry?"
"That's what Sera said," Jayden responded as she kept walking.
"Ha! Yes! I'm so in!"
Jayden and Kismet exchanged a smirk as they led the way back to their dormitory.
