Hello! This is my take on a VM/HP twist (kind of AU-ish).

Now, as with a lot of crossovers, this may not be your cup of tea. Please take with a bucketful of salt, and hopefully you can just relax and enjoy! I've changed some things so that things make sense (like, why Veronica is going to Hogwarts at all) and some timeline things so that her years at Hogwarts match up with the Golden Trio's. I hope you like this interpretation of Veronica (though don't worry, there will still be some arcs from the VM series included as well, though not until later as she's only eleven now).

One

The heat of summer ending drew a sigh from Veronica. It wasn't like she didn't want it to end; rather, she was getting pretty bored of the summer. Hot days. Endless ice cream. Being out in her bathing suit with her best friend Lilly Kane.

Oh, who was she kidding? Of course she'd miss summer.

But Veronica was realistic and practical (as much as any eleven-year-old could be), and she didn't see the point in moping over a summer that had to end at some point. Knocking on her parents' bedroom door, she announced that she had returned home. Shrugging off the fact that no one was there to hear her, she flopped onto her bed, ignoring the inevitably of her mother's scoldings when she learned that Veronica had failed to get the chlorine away from the sheets yet again. After laying down for awhile, Veronica got up and showered, changing into something less comfortable for dinner.

"I bet anyone would wear a bathing suit for the rest of their lives," she mumbled to herself, buttoning her denim shorts. She slipped on a band t-shirt (Green Day was pretty big still, right?) and started toward the living room. She sat in front of the television, watching some cartoon pig stomp a small fire out. She was reaching for the stack of magazines on the table when she heard a rapping at the door.

Veronica froze. She weighed her options for about half a second before calling out, "Who's there?"

"Veronica, it's me," came her father's voice. She felt relieved, but then frowned. Troubled at him having to knock on his own door, she didn't open it immediately.

"Just a minute. What are you knocking for?"

"Your mom dropped me off today."

"Is she with you?"

"She's fixing her parking job."

Veronica laughed quietly to herself. Her mother was well-known in the small town of Neptune, California for how badly she parked. She swung open the door, waiting half a second before running to her father and giving him a big hug.

"Missed you too, sport," he said, chuckling. She looked up at him, not being able to help the feeling of pride she felt every time she looked her his chest and saw his Sheriff's badge.

"How was work?"

"How do you think? It's work."

She was about to answer when her mother walked (read: stumbled) in.

"Hey, honey. Would you help me with the groceries?"

"'Course, Mom."

After the three finished sorting the groceries, they fell into a comfortable silence. Keith wasn't a very talkative man, and while Lianne was typically a social butterfly, she knew Veronica took after her father. They started to make dinner, the three working like a well-oiled machine. After they had made and eaten, they settled into their living room, lazily watching the television, having a small conversation about nothing.

Or, at least, it was a conversation about nothing to Veronica. To her parents, however, it was much more urgent.

"Veronica," Keith said in a quiet, comforting voice. "You remember how you were born in England?"

"Yeah." She nodded in response. "I still can't believe you guys applied for Dual Citizenship. It's not like I'm ever going back there," she snorted softly.

Keith and Lianne exchanged a look that Veronica didn't miss. She looked up at her dad curiously.

"What's going on?"

"Well—we got a letter a few weeks ago from a school in England." Her mother looked nervous as she answered. She started doing that thing with her thumbs that Veronica knew meant she wasn't being completely honest.

"Mom," she said in a flat tone. "What is it?"

"Well... we think you should go."

"Go," Veronica deadpanned. "Go where?"

"To the school in England," her dad answered, not sounding so sure of himself.

"Um, I'm sorry if I'm missing something here, but what the heck are you two talking about?" She sat up, fully attentive now. She bristled to brace for whatever they threw at her.

"You're a very... special girl, Veronica," her mother tried.

"Special? Mom, you would say that even if my brain only worked at half its current capacity," she pointed out.

Keith tried to rein in the conversation. "It's not easy to explain-"

"Well, try," Veronica snapped.

"Ver—"

A gentle knocking at the door interrupted them. Keith eyed it warily before walking over and opening it. He greeted the figure and welcomed him inside. Veronica gaped at the guest. He was in heavy, full-length burgundy robes of rich fabric adorned with pale silver tracings of crescent moons and stars. As he moved, the stars and moons seemed to move with him, rotating around him as if he were the center of the universe. His white hair cascaded down his back, his white beard lacking a scraggliness that Veronica expected in long beards. A small-pointed matching cap rested on top of his head. Long, graduation gown-esque sleeves covered his arms, but what was more mysterious than anything else was the expression he wore, hidden only a little by half-moon spectacles resting on the bridge of his nose. His eyes twinkled knowingly and Veronica felt her heart thumping violently in her chest. Her eyes widened as he held out a hand. She accepted his hand stiffly, unsure of what to make of him. It wasn't his appearance that made her uncomfortable; rather, it was his aura. He just seemed like the kind of person she'd need to tiptoe around.

"Good evening, Miss Mars. My name is Albus Dumbledore."

"Veronica," the small blonde mumbled in her astonishment. Belatedly, she realized he obviously already knew her name.

"Just so." He dipped his head towards her, almost in deference, and peered at her kindly from above his spectacles.

"Why don't you have a seat, Mr. Dumbledore," her mother offered, looking a little awestruck.

Stepping out of his way, Veronica sat in the chair across from the couch while her parents faced her in their little loveseat.

"Thank you, Mrs. Mars. I hope you don't mind if I do." He sat on the couch, directly across from Veronica. Although she had no idea who this man was or why he was in her house, she had to admit that he knew how to work a room.

As if from thin air, he produced a tin box. Veronica had to stop herself from making a face as he set it on the table and smiled at her.

"Lemon drops," he explained, opening the tin and popping one in his mouth. "They're my favorites."

Keith smiled and hurried forth with introductions.

"Veronica, this is Mr. Dumbledore."

"I noticed," she deadpanned.

Keith shook his head a little, looking like he very much wanted to roll his eyes but didn't want to in the presence of the present company. "He's the Headmaster of the school in England."

Veronica's eyes shot from her father to the man sitting across from her happily enjoying another lemon drop. "You—um... you came all the way to see us?" She had trouble keeping the panic out of her voice. What did this all mean? Was she not going to say goodbye to Lilly? Were they shipping her off to some boarding school where they beat you with a paddle? Mr. Dumbledore didn't seem like the type to carry around a paddle.

Albus Dumbledore nodded severely. "I have been speaking with your parents at length about this. I was assured that you would understand given all the information."

"We—uh, didn't really have the time to relate everything," Keith said, his face flushing just a little bit.

"Very well." The Headmaster looked untroubled. "All in good time. Have you ever heard of Hogwarts, Miss Mars?"

"Can't say I have."

"I didn't think so." His eyes twinkles mischievously. "It is a school for extraordinary young boys and girls. They are enrolled at the age of eleven and complete their education in seven years."

She nodded dumbly, not seeing where this was going. Why make her go to a school all the way in England?

"Will I have to live there?" she asked, not seeing how she could come home every weekend, much less every single day.

He nodded once more. "It is a boarding school. Term beings September 1 and ends in early June."

"Why do you want me?" she asked bluntly. Might as well be direct.

"Well, my dear, as I've said, Hogwarts is a place for very special students. It's full name is Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."

She blinked. Then she blinked again. And again.

She looked at her mother imploringly. "Please tell me this is a joke."

"It isn't," Keith cut in, grimacing a little. "We wanted to tell you when we first found out, but, well, it came as a surprise for both of us. But doesn't it make sense, honey? Last year, when you were at the Kane's and you stopped Lilly from hitting her head in the pool? And what about the year before that when your teacher singled you out and the fire alarm went off? And what about when you were little and you were at the playground and you'd watch the swings go on their own without people in them? It makes so much sense now..."

Veronica's head reeled. She had always been a rational person, but now her own dad was telling her to believe something that shouldn't have been possible in the rational world. She didn't know if she could bear to hear it.

"I held onto Lilly so she wouldn't slip, I got lucky with that fire alarm, and people had just gotten off those swings," she argued, disbelief filling her features.

Keith shook his head. Before he could respond, however, Dumbledore said kindly, "If you would like some sort of proof, Miss Mars, that I am not only pulling your leg, you need only ask."

Her chin jutted out in skeptical defiance. "Please. Be my guest."

Pulling what looked like a glorified stick of wood from his sleeve, small sparks came out of the tip as Dumbledore smiled. With a small wave, his garments changed from his heavy, severe burgundy robes to a suit with a black tie, complete with a businessman's briefcase.

"See?"

Veronica gaped. "Woah!" she exclaimed, wondering for a split moment if they were all very stoned. She dismissed the idea as soon as it came. Her father would never do it, and Veronica was way too young. Besides, her mother worked at the hospital and Dumbledore didn't seem the type.

She didn't really know what to make of the illusion. "Is it real?" she asked quietly. "Or does it just look real?"

"You tell me," the old man replied in a soft voice, flicking the wooden stick. She suddenly felt this ethereal breeze run over her and she looked down. Her band tee and jean shorts had been changed into a spicy red summer dress, with a black choker and bangles. It certainly felt real, but she was now again seriously considering whether they were all on the drugs. But then the same argument entered her thoughts again and she had to admit that they were not.

"Okay, I'll bite. Tell me more?" She looked up at the old wizard hopefully, a somewhat curious glint in her eye.

The headmaster inclined his head in a sort of half-nod before bringing out a small jewelry box. He set it on the table and left it there, once again retreating to his sleeve and handing her her letter of admission.

She scanned the letter curiously, looking up to see that he was now rising to leave. "I'll leave you all to discuss things. Someone will be by in the morning to take you shopping for your supplies. I daresay Costco will not be able to supply all your needs." He looked rather amused at his own little joke. "The box I have left on your table will remain there; please refrain from handling it until it is time. Your first stop in Diagon Alley will probably be Gringotts, which is the local bank. After that, your guide will take you to purchase the required materials for your first year. I shall see you at the start of term." He dipped his head toward her parents. "Mr. Mars, Mrs. Mars, Veronica. It was very nice to meet you all. Toodles!"

And then, the eccentric old wizard with the long grey beard showed himself out.

Sorry about being weird with the posting of this. (If you don't know what I'm talking about, I'll explain it at the beginning of the next chapter.) I swear to be more professional in future. I just wanted this out already lol.

Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter franchise or anything from the Veronica Mars series.

Hope you enjoyed this. Veronica is kind of hard to write for me, especially since she's kinda young right now and I'm gonna try to develop the characters over time. I'll definitely come back to this and flesh it out some more in the future. For now, though, bye!