Hogwarts, and the games.

After going for a run, one-night Katty Evermoon collapsed on the couch. Just as she closed her eyes she heard a strange tapping noise. She reached for the light and glared around her tiny living room. Tap, tap. 'Okay then, fine.' She said, rolling off the couch. Outside the window a tiny bird was tapping to come in. 'Go away you stupid bird.' The bird tapped again, it stuck out its leg to show a letter tied to it. She opened the window. The bird flew in and perched itself on the arm of the couch reaching out its leg for Katty to untie the note. Unfolding it and began to read:

Dear Miss Katty Evermoon,

Hogwarts School of witchcraft and wizardry are proud to inform you that you have been accepted into our school of magic. On the 1st of September you will be expected on the Hogwarts express. We understand that this will come as some shock to you. As you have no magical abilities, however recent events have occurred and you have been selected to come to our school.

She burst into laughter. Someone was playing a joke on her. Hogwarts was made up everyone knew that. 'I don't have a reply for you.' The bird seemed to understand because with one loud hoot it flew back out the window disappearing into the night. In the week that followed she went for three long runs, school every weekday and worked both days of the weekend. She was so busy keeping to her normal life that she forgot about the letter completely. Watching TV one-night she muted it to listen to the strange sound outside. It sounded like a flying motorbike. It must have been a plane flying to close to the house. The engine stopped. A stomping sound made its way up the stairs to her tiny apartment. There was a bang. It sounded like someone with a metal pole was banging on her door. The door was lifted clean of the hinges and a giant stood in the door frame. 'Sorry about that, I'm not good with Muggle doors.' He put the door back upright. 'You must be Katty.' The giant said. 'I'm Hagrid, Rubeus Hagrid, keeper of keys and grounds at Hogwarts.'

'Hogwarts isn't real; it's just part of the Harry Potter stories.' Katty said, switching off the TV, turning to face the intruder.

'Hogwarts is too real, I'm real and Harry Potter is real. JK Rowling in our world is one of the most celebrated magical historians. She was picked to tell the Muggles about our world.'

'Tell me who you are or I'll call the police.'

'Don't call those Please-men they always get the situation wrong. I'm only here to ask you why you haven't answered the letter Professor Mcgonagall sent you.'

'That was just a dream. I must have fallen asleep on the couch watching TV.'

'You have to come to Hogwarts.' Hagrid pleaded.

'Why?'

'I'm not really allowed to tell you why. Even if I was allowed I can't remember the whole story anyway.'

'I'm not going with you until you tell me why?'

'It's a long story.'

'I've got time.'

Hagrid sat down the couch sinking to the ground under his weight. 'Sorry,' He moaned, 'I can fix that. Okay I'll tell you, but if anyone asks it wasn't me that told you. Have you heard of the goblet of fire?' Hagrid said,

'Yes one of the Harry Potter books is called the goblet of fire.'

'Good, then you already know that it constitutes a binding magical contract. Once it's made up its mind there's no changing it.' Hargid tried to remember what happened next. 'You will also know that the Goblet of fire has a very important role in deciding who will be in the Triwizard tournament. The goblet only decides that because of a deal it made in 1293. The deal was that the cup would pick the names of the Triwizard champions if it could pick 12 names to one day fight in a thing called the Hunger-games.' Kattys mouth dropped. This was turning out to be one weird dream, first the Harry Potter book was real and now the Hunger-games as well. 'The 12 names would be Muggles. Each Muggle would have a school attached to it. Your school is Hogwarts.'

'So what are the Hunger-games?'

'It is a fight to the death.'

'So it's like the book the Hunger-games.'

'What book?'

'Don't worry. What happens if I don't go?'

'Your name came out of the goblet. That means you have to fight in the Hunger-games.'

'What happens if I don't fight in these games?'

'You die.'

'So either way I die. I stay here and I die. Or I go with you and then die.'

'If you agree to let Hogwarts train you up just a little you have a much better chance of survival then if you stay here.'Katty thought about this, and it made sense. 'Good someone will come and collect you sometime around the 1st of September.' Hagrid pulled out a pink umbrella pointed it at the couch, muttered reparo under his breath and the couch flung back up into his original state. He fixed the door as well. Katty listened as the motorbike roared back into life and watched as it flew off into the sky.

The 1st of September slowly crept up on her. Not that she remembered Hagrid's visit. She was asleep in her bed tucked up nice and warm it was 12am on the 1st of September. A strange popping sound woke her up. 'Lumos,' she heard someone say. She blinked in the light and stared at the tall figure standing in the middle of her bedroom. If she wasn't the brave person that she was she probably would have screamed. Instead, she rubbed her eyes and reached up to turn on her light.

'Hey don't do that.' The man said. 'Turn it off it's too bright. I'm not used to Muggle lights.'

'Who are you and what are you doing in my bedroom.' Katty said pulling the bed covers up further suddenly feeling very exposed in her singlet top.

'I'm Dean Thomas, I teach Muggle Studies at Hogwarts.'

'Muggle Studies why doesn't Herminoe teach Muggle studies?'

'Hermione is an Auror and one of the best the ministry has, besides Ron and Harry of course. But that's not important. Hagrid said that you agreed to come.'

'I'm not coming. That was only a dream, this is only a dream.'

'It wasn't a dream. You have to get dressed and come with me.' Dean Thomas said still trying to shield his eyes from the blinding light. 'I'll wait outside for you to get dressed.'

'Wait, I'm not coming with you.' Katty said.

'Didn't Hagrid tell you that your name came out of the goblet of fire? If you don't come with me then you die.'

'Yeah Hagrid told me. He also told me that if I do come with you, then I fight in some game that will most probably be the end of me as well.'

'Your choice to make, you come with me and Hogwarts will train you up as best we can or you stay and live your normal life and when the goblet sets the date you're the first to die.' Dean opened the door and disappeared out of it. Katty took her time, she got dressed, packed a few clothes and a few items she thought might come in handy.

'We're a bit early aren't we?' Katty asked yawning.

'The barrier doesn't take Muggles unless they have a child enrolled in the school. You don't so we need to be early so I perform a few spells to make the barrier let you through. It could take a while.' Dean reached out his hand. Katty suddenly felt suspicious. Dean grabbed Kattys arm. The most peculiar sensation she had even felt washed over her. She felt like hundreds of hands were pulling her in different directions. Like her stomach was being turned inside out. She saw villages flash past her. She saw a train rushing towards her. Then, it stopped her feet firmly back on the ground. Her stomach feeling as though it was just turning back to normal jumped inside her body and she threw up.

'Sorry.' Katty said.

'It's okay, it can easily be fixed.' Dean pulled out a fancy looking stick pointed it at the puke and muttered, 'Scourgify.' The puke disappeared.

'Are we inKings-cross Station?' Katty asked. Dean nodded leading the way to platform 9. He took out his wand and started to perform some spells. Katty fell asleep on one of the benches by the platform. She was soon woken by the noise of busy commuters getting on and off trains, talking loudly into cellphones, yelling at each other to move out of the way, or just generally being noisy. Dean was asleep on the bench next to her. She left him and went in search of some food.

'Can we go through the platform yet?' She said taking a bite of a donut.

'No, we have to wait untill 9am that's when it opens.' Dean said,

'Then why'd we come so early?' Katty said,

'I couldn't do the spells when the platform was filled with people.'

Katty returned to gobbling down her donut. At 9am Dean grabbed Katty's hand and walked straight through the barrier dragging her through. She watched as the barrier crumbled around her. Soon the platform was filled with Wizards and Witches, their children excited about going to Hogwarts. 'Is that Harry Potter?' Katty asked, as a man with extremely untidy jet black hair and glasses appeared through the wall, he was accompanied by three children and a ginger hair lady.

'Yeah that's Harry.' Dean said leading Katty over to meet Harry. 'Hey Harry.' Dean said.

'Dean, hey how are you?' Harry said. The ginger haired lady, Ginny stared at Dean, they nodded to each other.

'This is Katty,' Dean said.

'You're the Muggle right?' Ginny said, 'nice to meet you. These are our kids, James is a 6th year, Albus is a 5th and Lilly is a 3rd year.'Katty nodded to them. She tried to keep her eyes off of Harry but, she was too excited. He didn't seem to notice her. Instead, she glared at Albus. He was a very good looking boy. He had long black hair and piercing blue eyes. Their eye's meet and they quickly looked away.

'Would you like anything off the trolley dears?' A plump Witch said. Pushing a trolley along the train filled with sweats.

'I've always wanted to try wizard lollies.' Katty said, watching the witch go past, wishing she had some gold, but all she had was Muggle money.

'I'll buy us some lollies then.' Dean bought them some chocolate frogs, Bertie Bott's every flavour beans and Pumpkin Pasties. It was the Cauldron Cakes that Katty liked the most. She never thought of having a Chocolate cake with Jelly in the middle. Katty stared out the window watching the world wizz by. The Hogwarts express went double the speed of any other train she'd ever been on. At Hogsmeade station Hagrid's voice boomed over them all. 'That's you.' Dean said, hopping off the train. 'Hagrid will take you to the castle in the boats. Trust me it's an unforgettable experience. Well worth it.' Dean disappeared into the crowd. Katty trudged over to Hagrid along with the other first years.

'Right first years, find a boat. Two to a boat please.' Hagrid climbed into a boat that looked like it should sink under his weight.

Katty sat next to a dark dreaded haired boy that smiled a wide grin, 'Hello,' He said, 'I'm Fred Weasley, are you a first year?'

'I guess, I'm not really any year, I'm a Muggle.'

'Are you seriously a Muggle? My Granddad loves Muggles. He's crazy about them. He thinks they're fascinating.'

'You're George Weasley's son aren't you?' Katty asked, as the boats started to jolt forward. The conversation stopped, both Fred and Katty were much too interested in the castle moving slowly toward them. The boats bang into the boat house wall.

'Everyone out of your boats, now come on.' Hagrid said. The journey from the boat house to the dungeons was up a long flight of stairs, twisting up and up.

'My Dad still owns Weasley Wizard Wheezes. My mum helps him. She does the business stuff, Dads more into actually making the products.' Fred rambled.

'Do you like his products?'

'Oh yeah, they're fantastic, my favourite is goober puss. You're supposed to throw it at your enemies it covers them in this invisible puss that makes them really itchy, but it's cool to throw it on anything. If you throw it on a wall it starts itching.'

'I find that hard to believe.'

'Well Muggle walls probably don't have feelings, if you're around magic long enough it rubs off on you, even if you are a wall.'

Finally they reached the Entrance Hall. Katty noticed everyone pointing to the top of the stairs. 'What's everyone pointing to?' She asked Fred, Fred followed her gaze. He saw an army of ghosts at the top of the stairs. There was nearly headless nick, the bloody baron, the grey lady.

'They're staring at the ghosts.' Fred said, 'can't you see them?'

'No,' Katty was disappointed. Why couldn't she see the ghosts?

A lanky wizard with a pop belly jogged out of the great hall. 'Sorry,' He puffed out as he ran, 'I forgot I was supposed to meet you here, Hagrid's just told me. I'm, Professor Neville, I mean Longbottom, and I'm deputy headmaster here at Hogwarts.' The crowd of first years broke into giggles. Katty felt sorry for Neville. She'd always liked him in the books. It wasn't his fault he was forgetful. 'In a few moments you will accompany me into the great hall, for your sorting. There are four houses. Each named after the four founders of Hogwarts. Please wait here while I go and make sure that their ready for you.' He glanced up at the ghosts at the top of the stairs, and quickly dashed back into the great hall.

Katty stared at Fred she thought it was weird that this kid could be a Weasley. She assumed that all Weasleys would have orange hair. Neville stumbled back out of the great hall, nearly tripping over his robe.

'Welcome first years, I'm, Professor Mcgonagall. ' Mcgonagall smiled as she stood up from her throne like chair. Neville called out a long list of names. Dracius Malfoy's name was called, a skinny little first year with straight blond hair and big blue eyes. He looked terrified as he approached the sorting hat. Katty remembered that Draco Malfoy was in Slytherin. Surely Dracius would be in Slytherin as well. 'Gryffindor,' the hat screamed. The boy started to cry, a blond boy at the Slytheran table who looked like he could be Dracius's brother yelled, 'Do over, the hat's wrong,'

'Calm down Scorpius, the hat is never wrong.' Professor Mcgonagall said. So the blond boy at the Slytheran table must be Scorpius Malfoy, Draco Malfoys oldest child. James Potter rushed forward, helping Dracius to his seat. Dracius was still sobbing as he sat down. This sorting could get intense. People really cared a lot about the house they are put in to. Katty didn't care that much. She knew she wouldn't be put in Slytherin, they wouldn't want a Muggle.

'Katty Evermoon,' Neville called out her name last. Fred grinned at her from the Gryffindor table as she sat down on the stool. Neville placed the hat on her head, suddenly there was a voice booming in her head, 'Ah the Muggle. I've been waiting to hear your thoughts. I've never sorted a Muggle before. This should be interesting. Your head is different from any other I've seen. You're a brave, fearless, and you are a brave young girl, but also very bright. You don't care for academics though I see. You think them a waste of time, petty because with your keen mind you could do a lot. I know where to put you, GRYFFINDOR,' the hat screamed out the last word. Neville took the hat off of Katty's head and she felt a sense of relief. She didn't really care about the house she was sorted into, but she was glad that it was Gryffindor she already knew people in the house so that would make things easier.