Author's Note:
This is a story that started with a simple question as I was reading some of the many Harry Potter fanfics. The situation of someone landing in Hogwarts has been dealt with many times over. But what if, I asked myself, that person had never read the Harry Potter books? And what if they didn't make friends straight away with a nice, conveniently helpful student, or advertise their complete bewilderment to the surrounding wizards and get themselves promptly Obliviated?An Australian in Hogsmeade is my take on this situation. I have tried to keep as close to the facts presented in the actual books as possible. However, I don't actually own the books, so there will be details that I miss or forget. If anyone spots one of these, feel free to point it out in a review and I will do my best to correct it. Same with any incorrect assumptions about the British school system; I am from Western Australia (as is Jenna, conveniently enough) and that is the school system I know. I'm not even sure of the details of schooling in the other Australian states, let alone in England.
The title was taken from George Gershwin's An American in Paris, and twisted to suit my own purpose.