Weird Words: Fid-split, Tailius-Tail, Ignus-Fire, Nox-Night

This story is dedicated to all my Harry Potter and story loving friends, family and acquaintances. I hope you like it! This is a fan fiction written based on one of my many dreams. Please feel free to comment.

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I ran to the St. Mungus hospital for those magical in great haste. My mother's Aunt had been stunned by 3 wizards straight to the heart, and in her age…I was petrified at the thought. My great-aunt was an incredible witch, a professor as well. She taught transfiguration at the well known English wizarding school, Hogwarts. Her name, Minerva Mcgonagall, and mine? Marina, Marina Eve. We shared a few things, my great aunt and I. We both had coppery brown hair, hers was more classic and sophisticated, many would say strict and even boring, where as mine was more modern with fashionable blonde streaks running through my thick waves. I inherited my emerald eyes from her my mother had said…I wonder if eye colour skips generations. There were of course many differences. A main one would be our accents. I have an American one and she has a classic pom…err…English one. Not to mention I had lived most of my life in Alaska being home-schooled while she had lived in the centre of the wizarding world, known to Muggles as the UK. It had always amused me to hear my great aunt speak, just the accent was so…entertaining! Although many would contradict me, my great aunt happened to be one of the most fun people in my family...and that's saying a LOT! My family…*sigh* half of my family tree was a mystery. I didn't mind though, the family I knew and loved were all that mattered, all that I truly cared about.

I rushed in, notifying the receptionist who I was here for before I asked her for the room number. As soon as I received my answer I ran. Eager to see my great-aunt I did not see a boy or an old man walking slowly in my direction. I collided with the boy. He was about my age with messy black hair, fair skin, a lightning bolt scar on his forehead…I stopped and stared. It was him! It was Harry Potter! I watched him stare at me and blush slightly. If I had had more time I would have talked to him more but I needed to know if my aunt was alive. I got up quickly and apologised, when I noticed who the old man was. 'Albus?' I smiled slightly as I saw his face. He was cheerful and he had a slight twinkle in his eyes. 'Is she all right then?' He nodded and winked at me, I let out a sigh of relief. 'You should know Minerva by now shouldn't you Marina?' I laughed, 'Yes I suppose I should.'

I walked towards the room that they had just come in from, quite aware that Harry Potter was still watching me from behind. I smiled slightly knowing that this year was going to be interesting.

I knocked on the door and heard a very strict voice answer 'Come in.' 'Aunty? Are you ok?' I looked at my aunt who was currently lying on the hospital bed looking annoyed and slightly offended. 'Am I ok? Child, you should know me well by now! A few stuns and you think I'm gone? Ha! What a disgrace!' I grinned at my aunt she smiled back at me. 'Come here then.' I laughed as I ran to her side and gave her a big hug, I felt very secure and warm in that one moment.

'Now on to your education my dear,' I sighed. I knew this was coming, but I was happy. Unlike most witches and wizards in their 6th year at Hogwarts this would be my first year at the school. I was home schooled for most of my life but my mother decided I should probably learn at a proper school…with the help of my great-aunt of course. I was to attend Hogwarts…and I was nervous but ecstatic at the same time. I knew most of the teachers there already and a few of the students. 'Are you all packed and ready for tomorrow? ' School was starting tomorrow! 'Umm…yes Aunty. Well, almost.' She smiled at me and I grinned in return.

…The Next Day…

'Dang it!' I was running late, I hope I don't miss the train I thought to myself. I was in the train station trying to locate platform nine and three quarters, Hogwarts express. I spotted a few wizards and witches around my age and I walked over to them. 'Excuse me! Do you guys know where platform nine and three quarters is?' I asked them feeling slightly anxious. A short girl with black hair and a face that I'm sorry to say looked rather pug like smiled at me, or perhaps it was a smirk? 'Are you the new transfer student then?' she said in an awful pompous British accent. 'Wow, news travels fast here doesn't it?' 'I suppose so.' She said simply in reply. 'Well yeah, I'm the new transfer student, Marina Eve,' I couldn't help noticing that she had a strange devious look on her face. 'Are you in Slytherin by any chance? Have they sorted you yet?' It took me a moment to realise what she actually meant, was I a friend or enemy, Slytherin or one of the others. 'They haven't sorted me yet, I suppose I'll be sorted with the first years.' She paused for a moment but then nodded, 'My name is Pansy, Pansy Parkinson.' I smiled after debating whether to trust her or not.

'We were just about to go in actually,' she said while nodding at the other three in her group. I vaguely glanced at them trying to keep up with her as she power walked to the other side of the floor with her trolley. She smiled and then said 'Follow after me and you should reach platform nine and three quarters.' I watched as she ran towards a wall, almost about to collide! I was about to yell at her to stop when she vanished into the wall. I stood there a little shocked and then remembered I had to follow her. I held my breath as I ran towards the wall, anticipating a brutal contact. Vowing to keep my eyes open I saw Kings Cross Station melt away from sight replaced by the biggest, reddest most magical looking train I had ever seen. The Hogwarts express stood before me in all its glory. I moved away from the entrance gasping for air. I watched three people with their trolleys come out of the entrance, after a moment I realised they were the three from earlier.