Title: Muggle at Hogwarts
Author: Icecream Champagne
Rating: T
Summary: Headmater Albus Dumbledore has been debating to have a muggle child come to Hogwarts as an exchange student. With many people telling him this is a highly bad idea, he goes through with it. Who is the new child? How will everyone handle a muggle student in wizard classes? This is a big question, and all might fail, but with a few charms, they may be able to pull this off. Let's just hope Voldemort won't be visiting this semester...
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters, or actors, or the books. It all came from the wonderful mind of J.K. Rowling. I do however, own my OC.
A/N: This is the first chapter to probably, what will become a one shot. I've read all the books and seen the movies many times. And, I've wondered what it may be like if muggles tried to come to Hogwarts and learn wizardry and witch craft, when they can do none themselves. It would be quite boring for a muggle to be in a class and learn, but never be able to put these things to use. Well, enough said, here's my story and R&R! Virtual Hugs, Phoebe. 3
Chapter One
I woke up early this morning, and glance around my pitch-black room. My eyes quickly adjust to the dark room, and I scan the floor. I smile as my very messy room. There's a reason why my room is always messy, if there was ever a murderer or burglar coming into my room, they would trip on the mess on the ground. Their fall would wake me up, and I'd shoot them with my brother's Nerf gun. Then, hopefully they'd leave. If not, I'd kick their ass with my karate moves. Yes, I'm a professional black belt at the age of 14. I'm awesome.
I scratched my head and groaned. My eyes converted from my messy floor to my clock. 4:17 am. My eyes caught a glimpse at my finger nails. They were a good enough length, and painted purple, with black dots on the tips. My skin practically glowed against them. I have pale skin, and I'm fairly skinny for my height and age. I'm about 5'5, and I'm 119 pounds. My eyes are a shade of green, almost magical. They also had spots of brown in them, and blue. My hair was a nice shade of blonde, but I hated it. So, I dyed it pink. So, I'm a pink clown, but I love my hair. It's long, and a shade of pastel pink, not too vibrant.
Finally, after what seemed like forever, I sit up and look across the floor. My eyes convert to m feet, and the end of my cookie monster sweat pants. I yawn, and stretch my back, making my navy blue tank top to rise up a bit. Then I sit there for a few minutes looking at the mess around me. Carefully, I decided to maneuver over to the door, not messing up my perfectly messy room. I fist pump and skip down stairs to the kitchen. My hand glides down the railing, and my nails make a small scratching noise against the polished wood. Altho the noise was fairly quiet, I had waken up my kitten. She meowed softly, and looked up at me. She was a very small orange tabby cat, whom I named Alice. Little Alice was all mine.
I reached down to pick her up as I made my way to the kitchen. She purred in my arms and nuzzled deeper in the small junction oposaint of my elbow. I stroked her silky fur, and set her down on the couch before getting some cereal. She looked at me and curled up in a small ball, drifting off. I giggled at her, and made my way towards the kitchen.
The cupboard was filled with bowls, some for soup, some cooking, and some for dips. I picked up a soup bowl and poured some frosted flakes while singing a song.
"The stars lean down to kiss you
And I lie awake and miss you
Pour me a heavy dose of atmosphere
Cause I'll doze off safe and soundly
But I'll miss your arms around me
I'd send a postcard to you, dear
Cause I wish you were here"
I was just about to sit down and eat, when I heard the mail slot in the door clank. My brows furrowed as I peered at the door. Alice's ears perked up, and she pounced off the couch to walk over to the door. A sigh escaped my lips as I stood up and walked over to the door. There was a single letter on the ground, with green ink, and an old, tattered envelope. Curiosity took over me, as I picked the letter up, and opened it.
Alice purred, and rubbed her side against my ankle. I giggled and picked her up, stroking her fur, as I walked to the couch. My cereal was getting soggy, sitting in the milk. But I hardly noticed. I was paying attention to the letter. My anxious fingers opened it, and my eyes swept over the letter. It was addressed to me after all.
I quickly set Alice down and reread the letter. Bringing it closer to my face, I gasped. I dropped the letter in disbelief, and looked at Alice. She crawled onto my lap, and meowed softly. I scratched her back, and looked at the letter again. It had said I had been accepted into a private school in England, and I am supposed to be there for the next school year as an exchange student.
This was huge. My mom wasn't the richest person in the world, and I didn't go to the nicest school ever. And, from how fancy this letter is, I figured the school must be pretty fancy and top class. The one thing is my hair. People are pretty mean, and judgemental when they see me. Thinking I'm some freak of nature and I'm this emo girl who kills for someone to love.
Alice purred and licked my hand. I giggled and picked her up, walking to the bathroom, I picked up a brush and brushed through my tangled hair. Alice leaped down from my arms and sat down on the toilet seat, looking at me. I glanced down at her and smiled. I seriously thought she was human sometimes. Alice was so properly behaved, and was more of the perfect little sister instead of a cat.
"I'll watch the night turn light blue
But it's not the same without you
Because it takes two to whisper quietly
The silence isn't so bad
Till I look at my hands and feel sad
Cause the spaces between my fingers
Are right where yours fit perfectly"
I sang quietly again, and let my hair fall over my shoulders. Alice meowed again, and left the bathroom. I gave her a disapproving look, and started to brush my teeth.
"I'll find repose in new ways
Though I haven't slept in two days
Cause cold nostalgia chills me to the bone
But drenched in vanilla twilight
I'll sit on the front porch all night
Waist deep in thought because when
I think of you I don't feel so alone"
I finally finished, and I make my way towards the kitchen again. I hummed the rest of the song, and sat down at the kitchen table. Looking down at my soggy cereal, I yawned, and shoved it away.
"What a waste of frost flakes..." I mumbled, while standing up and walking over to the couch, where Alice is now curled up in a ball sleeping soundly. I pick up the letter and observe it a bit better. It seemed pretty clear. I was an exchange student going to some school in England called... Hogwarts.
Ohmigod, this school is called Hogwarts. I laughed and startled Alice. She glanced up at me, and I could see how startled she was in her eyes. I stroked her fur, and soon enough, she calmed down and went back to sleep.
I continued reading, then I heard little foot steps coming down the stairs. My little brother Gabe came running down the stairs, with his star wars pajamas on, and he was clutching a teddy bear.
"Eliza! Eliza!" He said, running to my side. He was seven years old, and had the same eyes, and skin tone as me. Except, he had thick, brown hair, that was all messy at the moment, and he wasn't skinny. He was still a little plump with baby fat. Gabe put a hand on my knee and he yawned.
"I had a bad dream.." He said sleepily. I hugged him, and pulled him onto my lap. He wrapped his arms around my neck and rested his head on my shoulder.
"Hey, it's okay Gabe. I guess the Sandman didn't get to ya, huh?" He nodded his head, and quickly fell asleep in my arms. Alice looked at me and walked away, sitting on a rocking chair that once belonged to my grandmother.
I got up, and carried Gabe back upstairs to his room. He started to snore lightly, as I rested his head on the pillow. My hair fell down, and tickled his skin as I kissed his forehead.
"Night Gabe." I said, glancing at the clock. 5:27 am. A sigh escaped my lips as I turned around and headed for his door. I glanced back at him one more time, and when I did, I yelped from what I saw in the window behind his bed. Gabe stirred in his sleep, and I covered my mouth. Looking back at the window, I stared at the figure some more. It was a black cat, it's fur was silky, and clean. It defiantly wasn't a street cat. I cocked my head to the side, and so did the cat. I stayed there for a minute before closing his door and leaving his room.
I quickly went down stairs and picked up Alice. I cradled her in my arms and curled into a ball, and slept peacefully, thinking about the letter, and Hogwarts.