A/N: This is my first Harry Potter fanfic so bear with me!
Chapter One
"I hadn't meant for it to happen. I mean, I know the blowing up of the potions classroom wasn't exactly right. Boy, was Snape mad! And the time I dropped the baby Mandrake plant and made Professor Sprout and the entire class pass out and the flying lesson.ouch, I think I still have the bruise. I know I'm simply a klutz at learning magic. I am good; I just tend to have things come out the wrong way at the wrong times. It isn't fair that I've been sent out to live with muggles. Professor Dumbledore said it was just for a couple of months; 'a trial', he said. I don't want to live as a muggle and pretend I can't do magic. Even my best friend, Hermione, can't console me. I know I shall be miserable until I can return to Hogwarts. Well, I'm here on the Hogwarts Express to King's Cross Station and from there.a private school somewhere north of London. If I survive these next two months, it shall be a miracle."
Yours, (if I don't perish with my deprived magic-mind)
Emily
Emily closed her journal and leaned back on the plushy seat, gazing out the window.
"It isn't fair. It isn't fair," she said repeatedly to herself, furrowing her brow. "I try, I really do. Just because you turn your teacher into a pig and then make the entire castle smell like over-cooked cabbage and make the plum pudding explode all over Gryffindor table, doesn't mean you have to be kicked out to live at some stupid muggle school." She pulled out the paper Professor McGonagall had given her at Hogsmeade station. It said of her background, for she was not allowed to say anything about magic and wizardry. She hadn't really read it through yet and she proceeded to now.
1 Born: London hospital, September 17, 1986
Parents: Bertha and Walter Davidson
Current Residence: 38 Baker Street, London, England
Grammar School: Hopkin's Elementary
Secondary School: St. Mary's
Current Private School: St. John's Private School for Girls
*Emily, if you reveal your true past, you will never be accepted into the magical world or Hogwarts again. You have been warned.
-Professor McGonagall
Emily raised her eyebrows and exhaled. 'This was going to be difficult. I mean, not the school part, but I think that if I were a witch among non- magical people, I think I'd like to tell someone,' she thought, 'just to empress them. But that's funny, they didn't take away my wand. Ha! I can't believe they trusted me with that one. Good, I can still do magic by night. And they let me keep my schoolbooks along with my muggle schoolbooks, so I won't fall too far behind.'
The train slowly came to a stop and Emily heaved her trunk and the cage with her cat inside down the steps and did the last magical thing she could for a while. After a last glance around Platform 9 ¾, she disappeared through the gateway to King's Cross Station.
"A cab will be waiting for you when you get there." Professor McGonagall's words floated through her head.
Sure enough, at the gate, she saw a yellow taxi, waiting on the corner. The driver helped her with her things and they drove off towards the dreaded school. The drive was a long, dull one and Emily busied herself with looking out at the passing streets of London. Soon, there were fields and long fences and grand houses. Emily wished she could apparate, then she could be anywhere but here. She checked her watch. Four in the afternoon. She'd be in her Divination class right now, laughing with Hermione and making jokes about Professor Trelawney. All her classmates would be surrounding her, she could remember all their names. There was Hermione and Parvati, the two best friends Emily could have. There was Lavender, Seamus and Dean, Harry and Ron, very nice people. They'd all make fun at Professor Trelawney and her silly predictions behind her back. She sighed. It's not fair, she thought, for the umpteenth time.
"There's St. John's up ahead, miss." The driver pointed to a huge school on the right. There was an iron gateway, which they passed under towards the many buildings of St. John's, the muggle school. The grounds were as big as Hogwarts, perhaps bigger, with big green courts that had thin ribbons of nets across the width of them. She remembered suddenly, no more quidditch. She groaned silently. She'd have to learn muggle games and sports. What would life be like without quidditch? The world's best, most exciting game! She had wished since first year to be on the quidditch team for Gryffindor. But with her school records now, she thought sullenly, there was no possible way.
The door opened and a hand extended to help her out. She did not take it and marched grumpily past the driver, grabbed her trunk and cage and set off towards the main entrance, big double doors with glass windows on either side. It looked very solemn and church-like. Emily made a face and started to open the door when the driver cleared his throat loudly behind her. Oops, she forgot to pay him. Professor McGonagall said there'd be some muggle money in her trunk. She bit her lip, she didn't know how to count muggle money. "One little thing you forgot to tell me, McGonagall," she mumbled angrily and opened her trunk to find some slips of paper on top. Then she had an idea.
"Excuse me, driver," she said, putting on a fake French accent, "I am from France and do not know ze English currency. Can you help me?"
The driver raised an eyebrow. "Here, just give me these two. It comes to twenty pounds. Au revoir, mademoiselle."
"Um, same to you," Emily bounced on her toes, waiting for the driver to leave. She watched the cab back out onto the street, then turned and laughed at her success. She hopped back up the steps and opened the door. She entered into a grand hall, which instantly reminded her of the Entrance Hall at Hogwarts. A group of girls in navy blue uniforms passed by, glancing at her, giggling and whispering. Emily scowled at them and tried a door on the right that said Headmaster. She heard voices inside and let herself in.
"Excuse me," she said, sticking her head in between the door and the wall, "Um, I'm Emily Davidson and I'm new here."
"Ah, yes, Miss Davidson, welcome, welcome." A tall man with dark hair and eyes strolled over to her and shook her hand. "We have your board all ready. Here is your schedule." He handed her an envelope. We just finished classes for today, but dinner hour begins at six-thirty. Miss Harrington here will show you to your room so you can lay off your things. Oh, and I'm sorry, but pets are not allowed at this school."
"Oh, please sir, my cat is not a bit of harm, she's very domesticated. Please sir. She won't be a bother. I'll keep her in my room."
"I'm sorry, Miss Davidson, but we cannot allow you to keep the animal."
"What if she stays outside.on the grounds? Or in the shed I saw next to the big green courts. She is an outdoor cat. Please, sir."
"Well, I suppose since it will be outside.and it will remain outside, do you hear? If it comes in, we will be forced to send it away."
"Yes, sir," Emily smiled, "I'm very grateful to you."
"Come, Miss Davidson." A sharp voice came from next to her. This must be Miss Harrington. She was also tall with angles and sharp, keen eyes that seemed to search Emily of her faults. Her hair was pulled up into a very tight bun. Emily could tell that she was not a person to cross and she was strongly reminded of Professor McGonagall.
Emily followed Miss Harrington up three flights of stairs and through twisting hallways, until they reached a door at the end near a window and a chair next to the sill.
"Now," Miss Harrington turned to panting Emily who still dragged her heavy trunk and cat carrier up here, "You will put your things down and get yourself settled. Then that animal is to be sent outside, understand? Dinner is in one hour. I strongly suggest that you should not be late." She walked past Emily with her nose in the air and down the hallway, after handing Emily a key to the room. Emily slowly opened the door.
It was a fairly large room. There was a queen-sized bed on the other end with drapery on either side. (Like Gryffindor house, she thought miserably.) There was a huge window and a desk in the far corner. To the left was a door to the washroom, a small room complete with sink, toilet, and shower. Emily examined the light switches for ten whole minutes, fascinated by the instant light appearing in the big lamp on the ceiling.
"It's really wonderful what muggles have found as alternatives to magic," she thought aloud. There was also a fireplace opposite the bed and a bed stand with a large plant on it.
"I would really like to escape this confounded cage, if you please," a voice said behind
Emily's trunk.
"Oh, Missy, I'm sorry, I'm just so amazed at this room."
"Well, be amazed later, I need to stretch."
"Sorry."
Emily reached down and unlatched the door to the cat carrier. A sleek, grey cat leaped out and stretched its hind legs. Then it turned to face Emily.
"I would like a reward for keeping quiet for the entire ride," Missy said. Emily smiled.
"I'll sneak you up some food from the dining hall later."
Emily had gotten her cat four years ago from the Magical Menagerie in Diagon Alley. A wizard had cast a spell on the cat, making the cat immortal and enabling it to talk. Emily hadn't had a lonely moment since.
"Well, you lied, I'm not an outdoor cat and I think I will stay here."
"I was just about to ask you to." Emily began unpacking her trunk, "it's going to be a long two months."
Chapter One
"I hadn't meant for it to happen. I mean, I know the blowing up of the potions classroom wasn't exactly right. Boy, was Snape mad! And the time I dropped the baby Mandrake plant and made Professor Sprout and the entire class pass out and the flying lesson.ouch, I think I still have the bruise. I know I'm simply a klutz at learning magic. I am good; I just tend to have things come out the wrong way at the wrong times. It isn't fair that I've been sent out to live with muggles. Professor Dumbledore said it was just for a couple of months; 'a trial', he said. I don't want to live as a muggle and pretend I can't do magic. Even my best friend, Hermione, can't console me. I know I shall be miserable until I can return to Hogwarts. Well, I'm here on the Hogwarts Express to King's Cross Station and from there.a private school somewhere north of London. If I survive these next two months, it shall be a miracle."
Yours, (if I don't perish with my deprived magic-mind)
Emily
Emily closed her journal and leaned back on the plushy seat, gazing out the window.
"It isn't fair. It isn't fair," she said repeatedly to herself, furrowing her brow. "I try, I really do. Just because you turn your teacher into a pig and then make the entire castle smell like over-cooked cabbage and make the plum pudding explode all over Gryffindor table, doesn't mean you have to be kicked out to live at some stupid muggle school." She pulled out the paper Professor McGonagall had given her at Hogsmeade station. It said of her background, for she was not allowed to say anything about magic and wizardry. She hadn't really read it through yet and she proceeded to now.
1 Born: London hospital, September 17, 1986
Parents: Bertha and Walter Davidson
Current Residence: 38 Baker Street, London, England
Grammar School: Hopkin's Elementary
Secondary School: St. Mary's
Current Private School: St. John's Private School for Girls
*Emily, if you reveal your true past, you will never be accepted into the magical world or Hogwarts again. You have been warned.
-Professor McGonagall
Emily raised her eyebrows and exhaled. 'This was going to be difficult. I mean, not the school part, but I think that if I were a witch among non- magical people, I think I'd like to tell someone,' she thought, 'just to empress them. But that's funny, they didn't take away my wand. Ha! I can't believe they trusted me with that one. Good, I can still do magic by night. And they let me keep my schoolbooks along with my muggle schoolbooks, so I won't fall too far behind.'
The train slowly came to a stop and Emily heaved her trunk and the cage with her cat inside down the steps and did the last magical thing she could for a while. After a last glance around Platform 9 ¾, she disappeared through the gateway to King's Cross Station.
"A cab will be waiting for you when you get there." Professor McGonagall's words floated through her head.
Sure enough, at the gate, she saw a yellow taxi, waiting on the corner. The driver helped her with her things and they drove off towards the dreaded school. The drive was a long, dull one and Emily busied herself with looking out at the passing streets of London. Soon, there were fields and long fences and grand houses. Emily wished she could apparate, then she could be anywhere but here. She checked her watch. Four in the afternoon. She'd be in her Divination class right now, laughing with Hermione and making jokes about Professor Trelawney. All her classmates would be surrounding her, she could remember all their names. There was Hermione and Parvati, the two best friends Emily could have. There was Lavender, Seamus and Dean, Harry and Ron, very nice people. They'd all make fun at Professor Trelawney and her silly predictions behind her back. She sighed. It's not fair, she thought, for the umpteenth time.
"There's St. John's up ahead, miss." The driver pointed to a huge school on the right. There was an iron gateway, which they passed under towards the many buildings of St. John's, the muggle school. The grounds were as big as Hogwarts, perhaps bigger, with big green courts that had thin ribbons of nets across the width of them. She remembered suddenly, no more quidditch. She groaned silently. She'd have to learn muggle games and sports. What would life be like without quidditch? The world's best, most exciting game! She had wished since first year to be on the quidditch team for Gryffindor. But with her school records now, she thought sullenly, there was no possible way.
The door opened and a hand extended to help her out. She did not take it and marched grumpily past the driver, grabbed her trunk and cage and set off towards the main entrance, big double doors with glass windows on either side. It looked very solemn and church-like. Emily made a face and started to open the door when the driver cleared his throat loudly behind her. Oops, she forgot to pay him. Professor McGonagall said there'd be some muggle money in her trunk. She bit her lip, she didn't know how to count muggle money. "One little thing you forgot to tell me, McGonagall," she mumbled angrily and opened her trunk to find some slips of paper on top. Then she had an idea.
"Excuse me, driver," she said, putting on a fake French accent, "I am from France and do not know ze English currency. Can you help me?"
The driver raised an eyebrow. "Here, just give me these two. It comes to twenty pounds. Au revoir, mademoiselle."
"Um, same to you," Emily bounced on her toes, waiting for the driver to leave. She watched the cab back out onto the street, then turned and laughed at her success. She hopped back up the steps and opened the door. She entered into a grand hall, which instantly reminded her of the Entrance Hall at Hogwarts. A group of girls in navy blue uniforms passed by, glancing at her, giggling and whispering. Emily scowled at them and tried a door on the right that said Headmaster. She heard voices inside and let herself in.
"Excuse me," she said, sticking her head in between the door and the wall, "Um, I'm Emily Davidson and I'm new here."
"Ah, yes, Miss Davidson, welcome, welcome." A tall man with dark hair and eyes strolled over to her and shook her hand. "We have your board all ready. Here is your schedule." He handed her an envelope. We just finished classes for today, but dinner hour begins at six-thirty. Miss Harrington here will show you to your room so you can lay off your things. Oh, and I'm sorry, but pets are not allowed at this school."
"Oh, please sir, my cat is not a bit of harm, she's very domesticated. Please sir. She won't be a bother. I'll keep her in my room."
"I'm sorry, Miss Davidson, but we cannot allow you to keep the animal."
"What if she stays outside.on the grounds? Or in the shed I saw next to the big green courts. She is an outdoor cat. Please, sir."
"Well, I suppose since it will be outside.and it will remain outside, do you hear? If it comes in, we will be forced to send it away."
"Yes, sir," Emily smiled, "I'm very grateful to you."
"Come, Miss Davidson." A sharp voice came from next to her. This must be Miss Harrington. She was also tall with angles and sharp, keen eyes that seemed to search Emily of her faults. Her hair was pulled up into a very tight bun. Emily could tell that she was not a person to cross and she was strongly reminded of Professor McGonagall.
Emily followed Miss Harrington up three flights of stairs and through twisting hallways, until they reached a door at the end near a window and a chair next to the sill.
"Now," Miss Harrington turned to panting Emily who still dragged her heavy trunk and cat carrier up here, "You will put your things down and get yourself settled. Then that animal is to be sent outside, understand? Dinner is in one hour. I strongly suggest that you should not be late." She walked past Emily with her nose in the air and down the hallway, after handing Emily a key to the room. Emily slowly opened the door.
It was a fairly large room. There was a queen-sized bed on the other end with drapery on either side. (Like Gryffindor house, she thought miserably.) There was a huge window and a desk in the far corner. To the left was a door to the washroom, a small room complete with sink, toilet, and shower. Emily examined the light switches for ten whole minutes, fascinated by the instant light appearing in the big lamp on the ceiling.
"It's really wonderful what muggles have found as alternatives to magic," she thought aloud. There was also a fireplace opposite the bed and a bed stand with a large plant on it.
"I would really like to escape this confounded cage, if you please," a voice said behind
Emily's trunk.
"Oh, Missy, I'm sorry, I'm just so amazed at this room."
"Well, be amazed later, I need to stretch."
"Sorry."
Emily reached down and unlatched the door to the cat carrier. A sleek, grey cat leaped out and stretched its hind legs. Then it turned to face Emily.
"I would like a reward for keeping quiet for the entire ride," Missy said. Emily smiled.
"I'll sneak you up some food from the dining hall later."
Emily had gotten her cat four years ago from the Magical Menagerie in Diagon Alley. A wizard had cast a spell on the cat, making the cat immortal and enabling it to talk. Emily hadn't had a lonely moment since.
"Well, you lied, I'm not an outdoor cat and I think I will stay here."
"I was just about to ask you to." Emily began unpacking her trunk, "it's going to be a long two months."