A/N: This is my second fan-fic on the site, and I really hope you like it! This one will be Harry-Potter based... in fact, if you want to read the original (with fancy text, ect) then PM me on CS, .:Invisi:. But, for now, just sit back and read! And this is set a year after the epilogue of The Deathly Hallows. So without further ado, please enjoy the first book of the Esme Morris series... Esme Morris and The Invisible Arrow!

Edit: Forgot the disclaimer! Harry Potter doesn't belong to me, but the plotline and OC's do!

Chapter One

A Letter From Hogwarts

Esme Morris was an unusually skinny eleven-year-old. She had long, blonde hair and hazel eyes, an oval-shaped face and a sunny smile. She wasn't the nicest child you've ever met, but she certainly was clever. Every term her parents received letters, informing them that yet again, their daughter was top of the class. For this reason, Esme was only liked by one person, and that person was Jeremy Fisher.

One sunny day in late August, Esme was walking to the park to meet him. He had gotten there before her; she could see him as she opened the park gates. Jeremy was not large- in fact, he was the smallest kid in their class- but he tended to wear brightly-coloured clothes, so you could always see him coming. He had brown hair and dirt-coloured eyes, not the smartest kid you've ever met. Esme raised her hand in a wave and strode down the gravel path to meet him.

"Hey, Jeremy," she greeted, plonking herself down on the swing beside him, drifting lazily up-and-down. "Back to school next week, eh?" she added cheerily. She and Jeremy would both be attending Avensdale Secondary for the first time in their lives, and Esme was quite looking forwards to it. Jeremy gave a nervous gulp beside her.

"I'm dreading it," he told her. "All those big kids- I'll be trampled on!" He did look terrified, Esme supposed, and smiled at him comfortingly.

"They wont," she told him. "I wont let them!" Jeremy nodded, and they said nothing else on the subject. They sat there a while, chatting occasionally and swinging lazily in the sun. Finally Esme slid off the swing onto the floor.

"Gotta go," she told him. "Same time tomorrow, right?" Jeremy nodded and she made her way back up the path, humming quietly to herself. It was a gloriously sunny day, and as she strolled down the street in her shorts and t-shirt, flip-flops thumping the ground, she began to let her mind wander. Would there be many people at this new school? She hoped not; she could not abide crowds, unless the occupants were particularly interesting. As she thought, she stepped out into the road, not thinking to check before she crossed.

A yell snapped her back into reality; she looked up to see a large truck bearing down on her. She closed her eyes, flinging her arms up to protect herself. She heard a roar, and then nothing. She opened her eyes to find herself back on the pavement, as if nothing had happened. Lowering her arms, she looked both ways before crossing the road and turning the corner.

Sixteen Thornwell Crescent was home to the Morris'; Esme had lived here all her life. It was a spacious, modern house halfway down the street, which was arranged around a circle of grass and wildlife in the middle of the road. Breathing in the welcoming scent of baking bread- for there was a bakers on the corner- Esme let herself into the house and shut the door. Her mother was in the kitchen, baking.

"Hey, baby girl, have a nice time?" she asked, coming out into the hall whilst still whisking what looked like cake mixture. Esme nodded, smiling. Opal Morris was a tall, middle-aged woman with auburn hair and bright green eyes. She had a kind, heart-shaped face and a passion for baking.

"It was great!" she called, walking into the kitchen and getting the icing sugar out of the cupboard to help her mother. She stirred it with water until it was nice and creamy, adding vanilla extract and purple food dye. When she was done, she left it on the side; the cakes had just gone into the oven, and they could relax and talk over the leftover cake mixture.

"Oh, this came for you this morning," her mother added, pushing a letter over to her. Curious- more to the reason why it was on parchment instead on paper than who had sent it- Esme flipped it open and broke the seal. Inside were two pieces of paper; she read the first through eagerly.

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Headmistress: Professor M. McGongall

(Order Of Merlin, 1st Class)

Dear Miss E Morris,

We are pleased to inform you that a place has opened up for you at Hogwarts School. A Governor will be round to see you at 6:01pm today to explain what this means.

Please see second sheet for a list of equipment needed.

Yours faithfully,

N Longbottom

Assistant Head

She read it through again several times, her heart pounding. She had gotten a scholarship into a private school? What an honour! "Mum!" she cried. "I've got a scholarship!"

"What?" her mother gasped, grabbing the letter and reading it through. She looked up, her eyes bright with excitement. "Well done, babe! Oh, those cakes'll be ready by now- quick, we'll ice them and serve them to this representative! I can't believe this!"

They decorated the cakes twice as fast as normal, and were just setting the cake stand on the table when there was a knock on the door. Esme rushed to answer it immediately.

Stood on the doorstep was a woman. She wore a business suit, her bushy hair loose around her shoulders. She smiled at Esme encouragingly. "May I come in?"

"Of course!" Esme gasped, and widened the door. The woman came inside, and waited as Esme closed the door before following her to the kitchen. She sat down in the spare seat that the family reserved for guests, and Esme sat in the usual place. The woman smiled at them.

"Hello, Mrs Morris, Esme. I am Hermione Weasly, governor and friend of Hogwarts School. I'm here to explain to you about Hogwarts, and the world beneath your noses.

'You see, Hogwarts is the finest school in the country for our kind. It is a boarding school out in the country, I went there myself and I promise you it is amazing. However, no muggle has ever been inside the school, even if they know of it."

"Muggle?" Mrs Morris asked. "What is a 'muggle'?" Hermione smiled.

"It is our word for non-magical folk. You see, beneath your very noses there is a large group of magical people; we come from all over the world. We happen to have a Ministry- in London- and Hogwarts is one of the finest schools, and the most protected place you will ever come to find. Young witches and wizards have been learning magic there for centuries."

"Magic?" Esme gasped.

"Witches?" Mrs Morris yelped.

Hermione nodded. "You're a witch, Esme."

Esme gaped at her in astonishment. A witch? What-? How-? Hermione chuckled.

"Haven't you ever noticed the strange things that happen to you, Esme?" Esme nodded; now that she thought about it, some strage things had happened; there was today with the truck, for instance, and during her SATS test, somehow her pen had known the answers all by itself...

"If you would like, Esme, I would take you to Diagon Alley- a street full of wizard shops- to get your stuff myself. It can be a little scary your first time there. I have to take my own daughter, Rose, to get some new stuff as well, so it wouldn't be a bother!"

"I don't believe this!" Mrs Morris breathed. "It's amazing! Oh, Esme darling, I'm so proud of you!" Hermione grinned.

"So I'll pick you up on Wednesday morning, Esme?" Esme nodded, still feeling dumbfounded. Hermione gave them a cheery wave, took a cake from the stand, and went on her way. Ten minutes later, the door opened and her father appeared. Nobody had moved.

"What's going on?" thundered Bill Morris happily in the doorway. Esme turned to him, and wondered what on earth she was going to say.

xXx

A/N: Sooo... that's the first chapter, everyone! Hope you enjoyed it... And if you did, please review! Flames will be used to toast marshmallows. And all the lovely people who will give reviews, nice or constructive, will get Mrs Morris's Cupcakes!

-Invisi