Chapter 1: The Meeting
"Gawd, if I am on the Jamie Kennedy eXperiment I am so totally going to shoot myself," Rory thought to herself as she walked into King's Cross Station, surrounded by people, who, in her opinion, talked in funny (yet remarkably sexy on guys) accents. "But you're an American," she reminded herself, "You're the one with the funny accent around here."
"Yes, as a matter of fact, you are," said a voice. Rory turned around to see a buy, around her age (15). He was pretty skinny, with black ruffled hair and thick black glasses that framed his eyes. His eyes. That was what brought Rory in. She had known few people with green eyes like hers. And she had certainly never come across any like these. They were a striking shade, pure and unadulterated, and they seemed to go forever.
"Um, are you okay?" That voice brought her back into reality.
"Oh, yeah, I'm sorry. I didn't even realize I said that accent thing out loud. Long flight."
"Ya, I understand. I see you have a lot of things. Remarkably so, actually. You aren't here for "higher education", are you?" he said, holding up a cage that Rory hadn't noticed. Inside was a beautiful snowy owl.
"Actually, I am. Don't know why they gave me a scholarship to a school so far away though. And with such, um, weird curriculum. I'm still not sure that I'm not on a hidden camera show. I'm no, am I?"
"No, you're not," the boy said, smiling, "And what year are you going to be in? Wonder why they had you start up and such a late age" - Oh, by the way, name's Harry. Harry Potter.
"Oh, ya, my name's Aurora Idande, but everyone just calls me Rory. And I dunno why they're starting me so late. That letter came at the beginning of June, and we just thought it was a joke. They actually had to bring in a wizard to convince us. I thought my dad was going to have a coronary!" Rory laughed, "And they gave me a first-four-years crash course over the summer."
"Wow, that's kind of odd." Suddenly, a red-haired boy down the platform cried out, "Oy, Harry!" As Harry turned, Rory noticed a lightening shaped scar on his forehead.
Just then, Harry said, "Come on, we better get going," and headed over towards the boy, who was now joined by a brunette girl.
"Um, interesting scar you have there. Do you have a little brother by any chance? That's what all my scars are from, well, cousin actually, but it takes a fair bit of cover-up to fix them, let me tell you."
"Er, I'm an only child. Orphan, as a matter of fact. Erm... I'll explain on the way." As he explained, Rory listened silently.
Just as they reached his friends, she remarked, "Well, I would say I'm sorry about your parent, but I know that doesn't help any. I'm just like that. But it sounds like you're pretty famous. Should I bow down or something?"
Yeah, you can join in with my sister - she loves him," the redheaded boy said, ducking the swipe from Harry, "And I'm Ron Weasly. She's Hermione Granger. He motioned to the girl."
"Oh, hi, I'm Aurora - Rory - Idande. Um, and by the way, where's the train? And why are we headed toward a solid brick wall?"
Hermione answered her question. "That's where the train is. We have to go through the wall. Why, do they not have those kinds of barriers in America? I always read they did."
Harry quickly explained her situation, and much to Rory's delight, offered to make a run for it (literally) with her.
They ran, and after the crash Rory had expected didn't come, she opened her eyes. What she saw filled her with joy. The people and the scarlet steaming engine bearing the words "THE HOGWARTS EXPRESS" brought awe upon her. "Wow…."
"Like it?" Harry, Ron, and Hermione asked.
"So… so… this really isn't a joke or a TV show thing?'
They shook their heads. "Nope," said Hermione, "Now, we better get on before you're gawking at the train leaving without you."
* * *
Soon they had gotten settled down in a compartment. As the train started moving, Rory began digging around in her purse.
"Ah, here it is!" she said digging out her CD player and speakers, "Now, what do you want to listen to? I've got, um, let's see, Avril Lavigne, Greenday, M2M, Britney Spear- ew where'd that come from? - A1, No Dou-Uh, what's the matter with Ron?" when she had pulled out the Cd player, Harry and Hermione had look completely normal. Ron, on the other hand, was looking as if she had pulled out a meteor rock, and seemed confused as all hell.
"Oh, he wasn't raised in a Muggle - nonmagic - family."
"Ah.. uh, Ron?"
"Hmm? What's that?"
"It's a compact disk player, and you can listen to music off it. I'm guessing you don't get muggle pop out by you, so what do you guys want?" she asked, turning to Hermione and Harry.
"ER.. doesn't matter.. A1 maybe?"
Soon all four were having a great time listening to the Cds. They even taught Ron the concept of air guitar.
But as they reached the school, Rory got more and more nervous.
"Gawd, if I am on the Jamie Kennedy eXperiment I am so totally going to shoot myself," Rory thought to herself as she walked into King's Cross Station, surrounded by people, who, in her opinion, talked in funny (yet remarkably sexy on guys) accents. "But you're an American," she reminded herself, "You're the one with the funny accent around here."
"Yes, as a matter of fact, you are," said a voice. Rory turned around to see a buy, around her age (15). He was pretty skinny, with black ruffled hair and thick black glasses that framed his eyes. His eyes. That was what brought Rory in. She had known few people with green eyes like hers. And she had certainly never come across any like these. They were a striking shade, pure and unadulterated, and they seemed to go forever.
"Um, are you okay?" That voice brought her back into reality.
"Oh, yeah, I'm sorry. I didn't even realize I said that accent thing out loud. Long flight."
"Ya, I understand. I see you have a lot of things. Remarkably so, actually. You aren't here for "higher education", are you?" he said, holding up a cage that Rory hadn't noticed. Inside was a beautiful snowy owl.
"Actually, I am. Don't know why they gave me a scholarship to a school so far away though. And with such, um, weird curriculum. I'm still not sure that I'm not on a hidden camera show. I'm no, am I?"
"No, you're not," the boy said, smiling, "And what year are you going to be in? Wonder why they had you start up and such a late age" - Oh, by the way, name's Harry. Harry Potter.
"Oh, ya, my name's Aurora Idande, but everyone just calls me Rory. And I dunno why they're starting me so late. That letter came at the beginning of June, and we just thought it was a joke. They actually had to bring in a wizard to convince us. I thought my dad was going to have a coronary!" Rory laughed, "And they gave me a first-four-years crash course over the summer."
"Wow, that's kind of odd." Suddenly, a red-haired boy down the platform cried out, "Oy, Harry!" As Harry turned, Rory noticed a lightening shaped scar on his forehead.
Just then, Harry said, "Come on, we better get going," and headed over towards the boy, who was now joined by a brunette girl.
"Um, interesting scar you have there. Do you have a little brother by any chance? That's what all my scars are from, well, cousin actually, but it takes a fair bit of cover-up to fix them, let me tell you."
"Er, I'm an only child. Orphan, as a matter of fact. Erm... I'll explain on the way." As he explained, Rory listened silently.
Just as they reached his friends, she remarked, "Well, I would say I'm sorry about your parent, but I know that doesn't help any. I'm just like that. But it sounds like you're pretty famous. Should I bow down or something?"
Yeah, you can join in with my sister - she loves him," the redheaded boy said, ducking the swipe from Harry, "And I'm Ron Weasly. She's Hermione Granger. He motioned to the girl."
"Oh, hi, I'm Aurora - Rory - Idande. Um, and by the way, where's the train? And why are we headed toward a solid brick wall?"
Hermione answered her question. "That's where the train is. We have to go through the wall. Why, do they not have those kinds of barriers in America? I always read they did."
Harry quickly explained her situation, and much to Rory's delight, offered to make a run for it (literally) with her.
They ran, and after the crash Rory had expected didn't come, she opened her eyes. What she saw filled her with joy. The people and the scarlet steaming engine bearing the words "THE HOGWARTS EXPRESS" brought awe upon her. "Wow…."
"Like it?" Harry, Ron, and Hermione asked.
"So… so… this really isn't a joke or a TV show thing?'
They shook their heads. "Nope," said Hermione, "Now, we better get on before you're gawking at the train leaving without you."
* * *
Soon they had gotten settled down in a compartment. As the train started moving, Rory began digging around in her purse.
"Ah, here it is!" she said digging out her CD player and speakers, "Now, what do you want to listen to? I've got, um, let's see, Avril Lavigne, Greenday, M2M, Britney Spear- ew where'd that come from? - A1, No Dou-Uh, what's the matter with Ron?" when she had pulled out the Cd player, Harry and Hermione had look completely normal. Ron, on the other hand, was looking as if she had pulled out a meteor rock, and seemed confused as all hell.
"Oh, he wasn't raised in a Muggle - nonmagic - family."
"Ah.. uh, Ron?"
"Hmm? What's that?"
"It's a compact disk player, and you can listen to music off it. I'm guessing you don't get muggle pop out by you, so what do you guys want?" she asked, turning to Hermione and Harry.
"ER.. doesn't matter.. A1 maybe?"
Soon all four were having a great time listening to the Cds. They even taught Ron the concept of air guitar.
But as they reached the school, Rory got more and more nervous.