Season Salad:

Chapter One: The Ways of a Witch

"Wake up darling!" Rachel's loving aunt called up the stairs. Slowly she got out of her king sized bed and left her lavishly furnished bedroom. As she walked down the stairs she saw her cousin, Cara, leave her bedroom, a.k.a., the boiler room.

"Cara! Hurry up and make your cousin Rachel food to celebrate your birthday!" Uncle Jack yelled at his daughter.

"Of course father, I love making things for everyone!" Cara replied, always optimistic.

"Uncle Jack, I can just make it-" Rachel tried to say.

"Of course not sweetie! You just come over here and use your cousin's new foot massager while reading the comics!" Aunt Alice insisted.

"Well I don't want to inconvenience anyone, so sure!" It was wonderful how everyone obeyed her every wish! Rachel thought to herself. It was almost like, well, magic. But that's just stupid. Magic doesn't exist.

"Mails here! There's a letter for you Cara." Uncle Jack called from the front door.

"Really!" Cara exclaimed. She NEVER got mail.

"No! ha ha!" her father laughed, "But there is one for Rachel!"

Rachel got up to go get the letter. It was thick, and slightly pink tinted. She opened the crummy little wax seal shaped like a skull and crossbones.

She read the letter slowly; it appeared to be written in orange crayon on a piece of printer paper.

"No way!" Rachel exclaimed, "This letter says I've been excepted into a school of magic and planned randomness! But that's impossible! There's no such thing as magic!"

"Now what have I been telling you all these years!" Aunt Alice exploded, "There is such thing as magic! You have to attend that school!"

"Of course there's such thing as magic! In the heart of every American, in the smile of every baby, and in every Disney movie!" Cara gushed like the romantic she was.

"Must you ruin every dramatic moment! Go back to the boiler room!" Aunt Alice reprimanded.

So that was how, six days later, Rachel ended up in the center of Canada, where the magic world headquarters was located. You know, where no one might accidentally stumble upon it.

"Goodbye dearest! Hope you have a wonderful year! We'll send you care packages every day!" Her family waved goodbye at the border. Now all she had to do was find out her "magic center" then take an eight-hour train ride to 'Season Salad'.

"I guess this is it…" Rachel said, slowly walking into a shop, which said in big bold letters: "MAGIC CENTER" THIS WAY: ALL NON-MAGIC FOLK NOT WELCOME.

"Ah! Miss Rachel… I've been expecting you." A crazy old man with big buckteeth and wild hair said as soon as she entered the shop.

"And you are…." Rachel prompted.

"Shmiggen, your godfather!" The old man exclaimed (AN: Olivander), then, to the look of horror on her face, "Nope! Just kidding! I run this shop! I told you mother and father what their "magic center" was when they were your age."

"You knew my parents?" She asked eagerly; no one ever talked about them at home.

"Ah yes. It was horrible how they both spontaneously imploded. Such nice people, powerful wizards too." Shmiggen replied, "Now to find you magic center. Come sit down."

After an hour of testing, Shmiggen finally came to a decision. "Your magic center appears to be this wand! How weird! Most witches and wizards have magic centers relating to one or more of their body parts, which is activated through a certain movement, like dancing."

"Well that's the dumbest thing I've ever heard." Rachel whispered under her breath.

"What did you say?" Shmiggen asked.

"Nothing!" She replied quickly. Rachel quickly paid using the wad of cash her aunt and uncle had given her. It was finally time to just get to the damn train.

"Mom! Where's the portal already!" a brown haired girl wined, pulling on her mothers sleeve.

"Shut up Ashley! Were almost there!" the mother said, glaring at the girl and dragging a younger boy around by the arm. (AN: Mrs. Weasley she's not.)

The woman dragged her daughter toward a huge shiny doorway, which stated Train To Season Salad in neon green, again, not so subtly. For a 'secret' world they were awfully obvious.

Surprisingly, no non-magic folks seemed to be going into the portal, or even looking at it. Wow. Guess the whole world was oblivious. Rachel looked up to see a young woman running over to her.

"Rachel?" She asked tentatively, "I've been looking all over for you! I'm your guide to the magical world! Professor Squeebley asked me too look after you."

"And a great job your doing. Aren't you a little late?" Rachel asked sarcastically.

"So sue me. I over slept!" The woman said grumpily (AN: Hagrid), "By the way I'm Harriena, Pet Babysitting teacher at Season Salad."

"Cool. Now, any more words of wisdom for me before I get on the train?"

"Yes! I need to tell you, you are quiet special, and everyone but you knows it!" Harri exclaimed.

"WHAT! I'm special how?" Rachel asked, giving the strange woman a quizzical look.

"Well, there was a prophesy about the time you were born about this really cool witch who was all going to help us out and save the world with the help of her friends, and everyone thinks its you! You know, because you have that star-shaped berth mark on your lower back."

"Oh! You mean the awesome one that looks like a tattoo? I did kind of wonder about that…" Rachel said, she'd always just assumed it came from the "plane crash" that had killed her parents.

"Yah, well that, and the fact that your parents imploded makes pretty much everyone believe that you're the witch from the prophecy. So you know, you might get some weird looks, maybe a little admiration, from everyone."

"Cool." Rachel stated; she'd always liked the idea of being famous…

"Oh yah, and I got you a pet." Harri smiled, holding up a large cage holding what appeared to be…

"A ferret!" she said incredulously, staring at the little auburn thing running crazily around its cage.

"Yup!" she beamed, "Great pets! Wonderful fun, hope you enjoy it!" she shoved the cage at Rachel and gave her a little push in the direction of the portal. Then left as quickly as she had appeared.

Rachel walked straight up to the portal, dragging her suitcase behind her, shaking her short dirty-blond hair out of her eyes. It was time to go to Season Salad and fulfill her destiny of become a super-cool witch lady who saves the world.

End Of Chapter One

Hello! This is Elirisa-kun and this is my first joint story w/ Liru-chan! I'm really excited about actually finding the time to finally write up this story. This is technically a Harry Potter fic, but it's really, really, crazy, so if you don't really connect it to HP, I totally understand!

So! R&R please!

- Ri-Ri-kun