CHAPTER ONE: THE NEW WITCH
DISCLAIMER: I do not own the Percy Jackson and the Harry Potter series or any of its characters. They belong to Rick Riordan and J.K. Rowling respectively.
Allison Taylor Vergara has never seen her aunt get so flustered her entire life.
See, it was Allison's birthday and her aunt always makes her birthdays fun and unforgettable, but it was just her eleventh birthday, nothing so special about it…or so she thought.
Nearly a week ago, owls invaded their neighbour's front door. The Dudleys Allison thought. She was watching it through the window of their living room. She stood up and went to the kitchen. Pulling a chair towards her, she sat on it quite…comfortably.
"What's with the owls, auntie? The Dudleys own it right? And who's the boy picking them up? They have only one child, right? What was his name? The fat one? Duddleson? Dudders?" Allison asked her aunt Natalya, who was busy making breakfast.
"I have no idea, dear…The owls just appeared out of nowhere! And in broad daylight too!" Allison noticed Aunt Natalya go all evasive and excited at the same time, and she won't meet her eye, she didn't know why. Allison suspected her of something immediately.
Something's up…
"And yes, Allie," said her aunt. 'Allie' was a nickname Aunt Natalie used she's in the mood to be sweet. "they only have one child, Dudley Dursley I believe," Aunt Natalya smiled at her favorite niece as she carefully transferred the freshly cooked bacon and egg onto her plate, then going back to cook some for her.
"And the boy?" She said in between mouthfuls, wanting to know more of the information. Allison took some bread from the plate near her and took a bite.
It's the first time I saw him…
"Oh yes, the boy is Harry Potter, he is…The boy who lived…Most famous w-" Aunt Natalya got a distant look in her eyes as she said this, then shook her head and threw herself away from her stupor, and went back to cooking her breakfast, which she almost got burned…
"Most famous what, auntie?" insisted Allison, taking another piece of freshly toasted bread from counter.
Aunt Natalya shook her head, smiling. "Nothing dear…All I know is that his name is Harry Potter," Her aunt answered from the kitchen.
Now I know that something is most definitely up…
Allison finished the last of her breakfast and asked instead, "So, can you tell me more about the Dursleys and Harry Potter?" she stood up as she picked her plate and went to the kitchen sink.
As she started putting soap in the sponge Aunt Natalya told her, "Oh, nothing much, sweetheart," Then she thought for a while, "Oh, yes! There is one. Now, you didn't hear it from me but I hear that the Dursleys always boss poor Harry around since he could walk and talk! AND—get ready for this part—they're his aunt and uncle! Family, Allie! Family! Ev—I mean, no one knows where Li—I mean his parents were…so, he went to the nearest family they could find, and those are the rotten Dursleys," Aunt Natalya finished her tale just as the doorbell rang.
Allison closed the faucet and wiped her hands on the apron and said, "I'll go get it," when Aunt Natalya, obviously hiding glee, stopped her, saying, "No. No, I'll get it. You just finish the dishes there, Allie," As soon as she turned off the stove she dashes out of the room and opens the door.
She's hiding something from me…
What is it?
Now, Allison Taylor F. Vergara, daughter of Katerina Abigail Fernandez and Arthur James Vergara, half-Filipino and half-British, suspected her aunt of something…like…Well, one time she asked her aunt how their parents died, and she said, "At work. Somehow, at the lobby, something exploded, thus the building collapsed. That's how they died," Natalya Amethyst Fernandez, sister of her mom, has said, but something to her tone made it sound as if what she was trying to say was,
I'll tell you when you're older…
Allison tried to get a glimpse of who the person at the door was, but her aunt—by some miracle—somehow knew she'd be trying to spy and eavesdrop, blocked her view of the person she was talking to and spoke in hushed voices. She's managed to catch a few words. "about time", "knew", "Hogwarts", and "magic".
Magic? The bloody hell has this got to do with magic?!
"Thank you, Minerva," said Aunt Natalya before shutting the door closed. Allison immediately pretends she'd been washing the dishes the whole time, humming an old tune even.
"So, who was that? At the door?" Allison asked casually.
"Oh, no one special, my dear. Just an old friend of mine," Aunt Natalya shrugs, dismissively.
Frustrated, Allison let the subject drop. "Fine…"
A few days later, more and more owls dropped more and more letters at the Dursleys and she could've sworn she'd heard Mr. Vernon Dursley scream, "I want you all here in five minutes to leave. We're going away. Just pack some clothes. No arguments!" Allison was in her room that time, playing the piano. Her teacher was, once again, late.
As usual…
And so, five minutes later, she saw the Dursleys' car back out of number four drive and caught barely a glimpse of Harry's face peeking out of the back of the Dursley's car. She mostly saw that rotten kid's face bawling about something. And after that was now. 'Now' being, her aunt bustling about because it was her eleventh birthday.
How could I ever forget?
And it wasn't because she was excited or anything, it was because her aunt always wakes her up early in the morning and yells, "It's your birthday, Allie!" And always jumps on her bed….Always…
Aunt Natalya opened (read: slammed) the door with a shout so loud, a lion's roar would be put to shame. Aunt Natalya, as usual, jumped on her bed shouting, "Wake up! Up! It's your birthday, Allie! Up! UP!"
Allison groaned. "Alright! Alright already! I'm UP!" she pushes off her comforters as soon as Aunt Natalya stopped jumping, though she was grinning like a madman. She swung her legs over the bed and slipped them onto those fluffy grey bunny slippers.
She barely gotten herself fully awake and standing when Aunt Natalya grabbed her hand and dragged her down the stairs, almost making Allison trip. ("H-Hey! You're going to make me t-tr—OW!") They headed straight to the kitchen. When they stopped, Allison was trying to catch her breath, hands on her knees, panting. Aunt Natalya seemed like a ball of energy, obviously trying to stop herself from jumping again.
After about what looked like an hour of rubbing her sore shin, Allison stood up erect and nearly—nearly—shouted at Aunt Natalya, "Did you or did you not drink seven coffees?!" she almost yells, furious and exhausted.
"Oh maybe, a whole jar, I suppose?" She giggles like a madman and dashes away to a nearby cupboard, opening it and taking a gold strip of fabric with scarlet designs here and there. Allison marveled at it, frustration and pain forgotten almost immediately. Aunt Natalya gingerly wrapped it around your eyes, blindfolding her. She held Allison's shoulders and started walking.
"Almost there, Allie," Aunt Natalya cooed. A bit later Allison felt the blindfold removed and she could see again.
Her gold and scarlet eyes* landed on a vibrantly wrapped box then on the letter adjacent to it. "Wh-What is it?" she whispered, grateful.
"Open it, luv…"
Slowly, Allison sat down on the couch and reached for the parcel. She gingerly removed the paper which revealed a black leather box.
It's quite…small…wonder what's in it…
She removed the lid and gasped. What she saw inside was an infinite library. She thought of a book and reached in, surprisingly she touched one and when she withdrew her hand, the book was in her hand. She stared at it intently.
"H-How…?" She managed after a while.
"Simple," she started as she grins as like a madman. "Magic." Aunt Natalya stated as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. Allison looked at her as if she'd sprouted a second head.
"Magic?!" She looked at the new gift. "Magic isn't r—" she looked up expecting to see Aunt Natalya's grinning face only to be disappointed.
"Boo," Someone said from behind.
"BLOODY—" Allison almost shouted, but stopped herself when she found out it was her aunt. "Don't do that to m—How did you get there?!" Allison raised an eyebrow at Aunt Natalya then slowly nodded. "Oh, you idiot," she says, smacking her forehead. "Fast-walking of course…" Aunt Natalya was a while ago in front of her, then suddenly sitting next to her at the couch.
She shook her head, again, grinning like a madman. "Dear, it's called apparating. It's like teleporting," she explained. Allison shook her very head vigorously, she felt as if it was about to come off. "N-No…That's not possible! Magic…Magic….IT'S NOT REAL!" Allison, intent on proving that there is no such thing, yelled. Aunt Natalya's grinning face disappeared and was replaced by a calm yet intimidating face.
Suddenly the telly went static, the lights flickered, and the door blasted open. Allison got freaked out, thinking of supernatural things. "Well?" asked Aunt Natalya. Allison stared and didn't answer. Aunt Natalya sighed. "I was afraid it would come to this…"
"I'm a witch, Allison."
Allison gulped.
A…A witch?! H-How…Run..RUN ALLISON!
"You're not going anywhere," Aunt Natalya said sternly as if she'd suddenly read Allison's mind and then suddenly a wand came from nowhere and she shouted, "Petrificus Totalus!" Suddenly, Allison's arms snapped to the sides, her legs closed, and her body slumped in the couch.
"Listen to me, Allison, you're a witch, I'm a witch, your mother's a witch, your father's a wizard. Almost everyone in our clan's a witch or wizard," then her voice softened, "except for our old cousin, Frankie. He's a squib, tell 'ya…" She waved her wand and suddenly, Allison could feel her arms and legs again. "Th-Thanks…" she managed to croak.
There was an awkward silence.
"Listen, I'm sorry if I freaked you out with the 'prove I'm a witch' or something, you just have to understand, been accepted at Hogwarts, the school I, your mom, your dad, and other family members went to…You have to understand what you are, Allison.." Aunt Natalya said this all so seriously that Allison found it hard to believe that this was her aunt.
A…A-Alright…I…I'm a witch…
Slowly she nodded. "O-Okay…" Aunt Natalya scrunched up her nose, as if thinking if Allison truly was believing her. She reached for the letter and handed it to her niece.
"Here, read it, luv,"
She flipped the yellowish parchment over and written in emerald-green ink were the words:
Ms. A. Vergara
The second room to the left
6 Privet Drive
Little Whinging
Surrey
Funny, they know where my room is…maybe..just maybe..magic is really real…
She opened the parchment and read:
HOGWARTS SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY
Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)
Dear Ms. Vergara,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins at September first. We await your owl by no later than July thirty-first.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress
Allison re-read the letter a couple more times. "H…Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry…th…this…I'm really…a…a..witch?" Allison shrieked happily.
Aunt Natalya finally smiled. "Yes, my dear. That was what I was trying to tell you this whole time. Do you remember the time you wanted to make the roses grow?" asked Aunt Natalya.
Allison nodded. "Yes, of course. Then they sprouted a stem with a white rose bud."
Aunt Natalya smiled. "You see? That was magic. Emotion sometimes affects magic. When you're angry, happy, frustrated, sad, or something." Allison smiled back at her aunt, and then she suddenly remembered a small memory, but she didn't bother ask that, because she knew it was magic, but oh, no no, she doesn't know what kind of magic it was…
"Oh, I do hope you'll be in Gryffindor. Most of our family's been. Either that or Ravenclaw…" Aunt Natalya says, stooping a bit as she wraps her arms around her favorite niece. Allison hugs back.
Aunt Natalya was the first one to break away. "Also, if anyone asks, you're a pure-blood witch, which means, both of your parents are pure-bloods too, " She adds. "There are three kinds of blood status. The pure-bloods," she starts as she ticks it off her fingers. "The half-bloods, and finally the Muggle-borns. Half-bloods are witches or wizards whose one parent is a Muggle or Muggle-born and then one parent is a witch or parent. The Muggle-borns are Muggles who have no idea they're a witch or wizard 'till the day they receive their letter. Like Lily Potter, Harry Potter's mom. She's a Muggle-born. You get my drift? Then, there's the pure-bloods. Pure-blood families are rare, nowadays. Anyway, pure-bloods are witches or wizards whose parents are pure witch and wizard. You understand now?" Aunt Natalya asks Allison, who nods vigorously. Aunt Natalya nodded. "Right. Let's see your needed equipment," she says as she takes the parchment from Allison, who grabs it back immediately. Her aunt looks at her weirdly and Allison realizes that that was completely out of character and rude. "Sorry…I'm just…." She sighed. "Okay, I can't help but get excited, you know?"
With that, she opens that enclosed list and reads it out loud:
HOGWARTS SCHOOL
OF WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY
UNIFORM
1. Three sets of plain work robes (black)
2. One plain pointed hat (black) for day wear
3. One pair of protective gloves (dragon hide or similar)
4. One winter cloak (black, silver fastenings)
Please note that all pupils' clothes should carry tags
COURSE BOOKS
All students should have a copy of each of the following:
The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 1) by Miranda Goshawk
A History of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot
Magical Theory by Adalbert Waffling
A Beginners' Guide to Transfiguration by Emeric Switch
One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi by Phyllida Spore
Magical Drafts and Potions by Arsenius Jigger
Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them by Newt Scamander
The Dark Forces: A guide to Self-Protection by Quentin Trimble
OTHER EQUIPMENT
1 wand
1 cauldron (pewter, standard size 2)
1 set glass or crystal phials
1 telescope
1 set brass scales
Students may also bring an owl OR a cat OR a toad
PARENTS ARE REMINDED THAT THE FIRST YEARS ARE NOT ALLOWED THEIR OWN BROOMSTICKS
"BROOMSTICKS?! Where in Merlin's beard would we need that for?! Pray tell me it's not for flying around and laughing like a mad-" The words came out of her mouth faster than the speed of light. Aunt Natalya grinned and shook her hands from left to right.
"Oh no! It's for playing Quidditch, a wizard sport that involves flying broomsticks," Aunt Natalya explained and Allison breathed in a sigh of relief. Then she also re-read the parchment a couple 'o times.
"Auntie?"
"Yes, dear?"
"Can we buy all this in London?" asks Allison, looking up from the parchment and bored into those amethyst orbs.
"If you know where to go, "says Aunt Natalya with a mischievous wink.
END CHAPTER ONE: THE NEW WITCH
((A/N: Hallo guys! This is PinoyAko12 here! So this is my first HP fanfic, and please tell me what you think about it! I know, I copied a lot of lines from the book itself, but I promise, I'm not gonna copy the whole book. Please, tell me what you think of Allison Taylor Vergara! Also, physical appearance, attitudes and likes and dislikes will be revealed as we progress into the story.
*Yes. She has this witch/wizard exception that her eyes are different in color. I promise. J.K. Rowling mentioned it in one of her books, I just can't remember what year I think it was during fifth, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix…but literally speaking, there is that kind of disease. Literally speaking means in reality, in the real world, if you didn't know. I just don't know what disease it's called.
I am so sorry for any grammatical errors and typographical errors! If I do have them, please message/pm me, and I'll try to change it.
WARNING: UPDATES WILL BE SLOW AND DON'T, PLEASE DON'T, BY ANY MEANS, PRESSURE ME. IF YOU DO, I WILL STOP WRITING THIS. IF YOU WANT FAST UPDATES, THEN LEAVE THIS FANFICTION ALONE AND READ ANOTHER ONE. Jus' sayin'…
WUVS!))