Author's note: Just to let all of you know, this is my first fanfiction story, and it's not very good, it sound's like it's told from a ditzy girl's point of view, but it's not, and I just hope you like what I have so far. Btw, I don't own Harry Potter, or any of the characters, they all belong to J.k. Rowling. But the plot was my original idea, so if any of you think I copied, that's not true, but we might have had the same idea, so just let me know, and I think I'm boring you, so could you please read my story and write me a review? thanx, it'll only help my writing improve. ^_^ ~kallie
In August of last year, something happend. Something fantastic happend, okay, maybe not that fantastic, but for a witch who has lived all her life in one place, moving to England was certainly a change. I lived in the small town of Cincinnati. So maybe it isn't a small town anymore, but compared to London, it was nothing. I remember in some muggle book, that there was this muggle guy who said, "If the world ends, I'd like to be in Cincinnati, because everything there happens twenty years later than the rest of the world." How would I know if it was true, if I had never left Cincinnati? I was happy attending the Ohio Acadamy of Witchcraft, but no, we had to moved to England. As I was only 13, there was aboslutly no way I could apparate, you know, the legal age is 16, but in England, it was 17. So we had to move to England just because I got accepted into the Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
"Nothing less than the best," my mother had told me. Ugh! What was wrong with the Ohio Acadamy? It was a great school, the food was good, the service was good, everything was great, I learned a lot, I was top of all my classes, so why go to England?
"It's a great opportunity," dad had said. Opportunity for what? Get lower grades because some stuck up kids in England are smarter than me? No way was I going to give in so easily. I did not want to move to London, and I did not want to go to Hogwarts. Little did I know how much England would change me.
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"Good bye, honey!"
"We love you!"
"Take of yourself!"
"Don't forget to wash you clothes!"
"Make sure you write!"
"Do you have to leave?"
"I'll miss you!"
"Buh-bye!"
Do you know how embaressing it is to have parents who think that you're better than the rest of the world and a little sister who adores you? At least Hogwarts was a boarding school, I doubt I'd have survived otherwise. So, I was finally leaving for this new school, and it even had its own train. At the academy, we would have little cars that took us to the school, but not one big train.
After my trunk was loaded, I sat down in the empty compartment and pulled out a book that my sis, Ytsenoh, had given to me as a going away gift. I looked at the leather cover, and read the golden letters. Hogwarts, a History, it read. I wasn't in a mood to read textbook that was over 1,000 pages, but I had a long trip, and I didn't have anything else to do, and besides, it would have helped to know more about this new school that I was going to. So I read. Yup, believe it or not, I opened to page one, and started reading. Boy, this book was much more than the textbooks they gave us at the Academy. At the Academy, we'd have to listen to lectures, take notes, and write down what we learned on a little piece of parchment. That certainly wasn't all they did at Hogwarts, but I guess that's what made it so special.
Anyways, as I was completely absored in this book, I heard banging outside the compartment door. I opened it cautiously, and peered out. Two boys were fighting each other, while a bushy-haired girl and a tall redhead were watching in horror. I couldn't see the two boys who were fighting until one of them stopped, for some reason and then both of them stopped. While they took the moment to catch their breath, I got a chance to examine them. One was a tall, blonde, with really pale skin and a weird look on his face, kinda like he was sneering at me, which was impossible because he didn't see me. But the other boy was also tall, but not as tall as the redhead nearby. He had jet black hair, and green eyes, and (wonder of wonders!!) a thin scar shaped like a lightning bolt on his forhead. There was no doubt about who he was, the great Harry Potter. And for some reason, I felt this weird jolt in my stomach as he looked towards my compartment. Well, all of the people, the blondie, bushy-hair, redhead, and HArry Potter looked not so happy, so I thought it would be a good idea to sit back and pretend I was still reading.
But of course, I couldn't get absorbed in my book again, I mean, who could? I had just found out that I was going to the same school as HARRY POTTER!!! So as I pretended to read, and kept my thoughts to myself, the compartment door creaked open.
In August of last year, something happend. Something fantastic happend, okay, maybe not that fantastic, but for a witch who has lived all her life in one place, moving to England was certainly a change. I lived in the small town of Cincinnati. So maybe it isn't a small town anymore, but compared to London, it was nothing. I remember in some muggle book, that there was this muggle guy who said, "If the world ends, I'd like to be in Cincinnati, because everything there happens twenty years later than the rest of the world." How would I know if it was true, if I had never left Cincinnati? I was happy attending the Ohio Acadamy of Witchcraft, but no, we had to moved to England. As I was only 13, there was aboslutly no way I could apparate, you know, the legal age is 16, but in England, it was 17. So we had to move to England just because I got accepted into the Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
"Nothing less than the best," my mother had told me. Ugh! What was wrong with the Ohio Acadamy? It was a great school, the food was good, the service was good, everything was great, I learned a lot, I was top of all my classes, so why go to England?
"It's a great opportunity," dad had said. Opportunity for what? Get lower grades because some stuck up kids in England are smarter than me? No way was I going to give in so easily. I did not want to move to London, and I did not want to go to Hogwarts. Little did I know how much England would change me.
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"Good bye, honey!"
"We love you!"
"Take of yourself!"
"Don't forget to wash you clothes!"
"Make sure you write!"
"Do you have to leave?"
"I'll miss you!"
"Buh-bye!"
Do you know how embaressing it is to have parents who think that you're better than the rest of the world and a little sister who adores you? At least Hogwarts was a boarding school, I doubt I'd have survived otherwise. So, I was finally leaving for this new school, and it even had its own train. At the academy, we would have little cars that took us to the school, but not one big train.
After my trunk was loaded, I sat down in the empty compartment and pulled out a book that my sis, Ytsenoh, had given to me as a going away gift. I looked at the leather cover, and read the golden letters. Hogwarts, a History, it read. I wasn't in a mood to read textbook that was over 1,000 pages, but I had a long trip, and I didn't have anything else to do, and besides, it would have helped to know more about this new school that I was going to. So I read. Yup, believe it or not, I opened to page one, and started reading. Boy, this book was much more than the textbooks they gave us at the Academy. At the Academy, we'd have to listen to lectures, take notes, and write down what we learned on a little piece of parchment. That certainly wasn't all they did at Hogwarts, but I guess that's what made it so special.
Anyways, as I was completely absored in this book, I heard banging outside the compartment door. I opened it cautiously, and peered out. Two boys were fighting each other, while a bushy-haired girl and a tall redhead were watching in horror. I couldn't see the two boys who were fighting until one of them stopped, for some reason and then both of them stopped. While they took the moment to catch their breath, I got a chance to examine them. One was a tall, blonde, with really pale skin and a weird look on his face, kinda like he was sneering at me, which was impossible because he didn't see me. But the other boy was also tall, but not as tall as the redhead nearby. He had jet black hair, and green eyes, and (wonder of wonders!!) a thin scar shaped like a lightning bolt on his forhead. There was no doubt about who he was, the great Harry Potter. And for some reason, I felt this weird jolt in my stomach as he looked towards my compartment. Well, all of the people, the blondie, bushy-hair, redhead, and HArry Potter looked not so happy, so I thought it would be a good idea to sit back and pretend I was still reading.
But of course, I couldn't get absorbed in my book again, I mean, who could? I had just found out that I was going to the same school as HARRY POTTER!!! So as I pretended to read, and kept my thoughts to myself, the compartment door creaked open.
