Hello readers! Dragonflypoof here with my second fanfiction. This should be very interesting, and please read and review! One more thing, please have mercy. No flames, and enjoy!

Lucy's POV

Growing up, I was living in a wonderful world. Some Muggles might even say I lived in a fairy tale. In the wizarding world, the Heartfilia name was a respected one. My father, Jude Heartfilia, is a successful businessman that works in a strange place called a bank. He is one of very few Muggles who have come to understand and love the world of magic. My mother, Layla Heartfilia, is a bright witch with a very special ability. She had the power to summon spirits of another realm for help. These spirits were of the stars and held great power. She told me only some special people had the power to summon these spirits, and that the wizard or witch themself had to find the specific key that went along with the spell to summon. Her actual job was managing a cafe and occasionally read people's fortunes.

I belonged in a big mansion in the Heartfilia Estate. My parents always found time to play with me, but sometimes it was really lonely in the gargantuan manor. I often summoned the spirits to play with me, but they just weren't quite right. Ares and Virgo were my maids. Ares was a pretty girl that kept apologizing for no apparent reason. She had a human complexion but she wore a short, white dress with horns on the head. Virgo was another woman who had pink hair and deep, blue eyes. Her daily outfit was a maid dress. She was Virgo the Maiden, so it did make sense. She used to unnerve me with her unblinking eyes and the constant need of punishment, but I got over it. The scariest spirit ever was a blue mermaid. She had blue hair, eyes, and tail, and she constantly had a frown on her face. She was my babysitter when my parents were on business trips. Taurus is a giant cow in underwear that wields an axe. He is scary and speaks really oddly, so I don't call on him unless I think there is something dangerous in the closet. Capricorn was a goat and stiff butler that was fun to play with, if not a little awkward. He and Sagittarius, a man in a horse suit, were my tutors. They had the pleasure of torturing inside my head and forcing every scrap of knowledge they can into my little blonde head. Aquarius's job was to torture my physical form so that I grow up to be a 'strong and capable witch with the looks that will make Queen Elizabeth jealous.' Loke was truly my best friend. He and I would often run away from Aquarius and have fun. He was a man with red hair and had ears. He often wore a tuxedo with glasses and often accompanied me on my adventures as a child.

When my parents came home, they would teach me things on a softer level. My father would teach me about business and economics, but would also entertain me with funny faces and stories. My mother and I would sneak up on the roof and she would tell me about the stars. We would even accidentally fall asleep up there! However, the things that they told me about was mostly about a magical place called Hogwarts. It was the greatest school of witchcraft and wizardry in the whole universe! Mum told me about all the silly adventures she had. She was a Ravenclaw at the time. Every night, she'd secretly teach me a little magic here and there. For years, I was excited for Hogwarts. It was the place that my mother adored and my father wished he had went. However, one day, everything started going downhill.

On that dark day, I was running away from Aquarius because I couldn't get the whip right. I ran and ran with my doll Michelle until I was in front of an unfamiliar door. Curiosity got the better of me and I went in the room. When I went in, I saw the most atrocious thing any nine year old would scream about for months. I didn't know it at the time, but what I saw was a boggart. My boggart was my parents' dead bodies. Their faces were pale, their eyes were lifeless. Mum had a cut on her face and blood was pooling out of it. Father had cuts and bruises everywhere. Blood was everywhere. So much blood. Even worse, a shadow had started to creep towards me, it's form was unclear but I could see a red shininess to it. It taunted me. You're all alone. No one will love you anymore. Alone. Alone. Alone. For years I didn't know it was a boggart. However, from then on, I vowed to never go back there again. Even Aquarius couldn't scare me that much. For days I clung onto my mum and dad and I made sure they would be with me no matter what. But for just one day, the name Lucky Lucy didn't hold up.

My mother fell ill to a disease no one had ever seen before. She was bedridden for a few weeks as I watched life slowly drain from her body. My father had hired every single wizard and witch, but no one seemed to know what this was. One morning, I woke up to find my mother's body. It was exactly like my boggart. Her eyes were closed, but there was no cut on the side of her face. Her hands were cold which was so odd because I was used to the warm loving hands that once had life in them as she animatedly talked about her Hogwarts years. My father and the maids had rushed in to find me crying over her still frame. The grief was beyond imagination.

That was when they started. It first began on the second day after Layla passed away. My chest constricted, and I couldn't breathe. It felt as if the whole world was collapsing around me and I couldn't do anything about it. The voice had came back and continued to chant its venomous message. From then on, I had to deal with these panic attacks all on my own.

My father took a turn for the worse. He refused to talk to me because I was the spitting image of her. He wouldn't even speak her name. My mother was buried at the garden she and I took cared for. Without their 'owner,' the spirits couldn't stay here for very long. I was contracted to them, so I was in possession of the keys. However, I was still underaged for magic, so they were pretty much useless. My father threw himself into work, and he became power-hungry. He turned towards the wizarding world. Now, he controlled many of the magical banks as well. As I grew older, he decided to use me to be the perfect tool for him to enlarge the company that he had. I was stuffed into frilly dresses and robes by women I had never seen before. They were snide and they didn't like me. I could hardly breathe under their hawk-like eyes without receiving a comment about how I did something wrong. Suitor after suitor was presented in front of me. Naturally I tried to argue, but he wouldn't let me have any say. My father was planning my marriage when I was nine.

Two years passed since then. With nowhere to run and no one to run with, for the past two years, I have been hiding in the library to avoid my father's wrath. The maids often were the ones that find me. Speaking of which, I was surprised to learn that they were witches. They gradually became my friends, but mostly left me alone for some other work. In the master library, my mind was filled with fantasy and reality. The witches often brought books from the wizarding world for me. For a eleven year old, I was quite educated. Then, my Hogwarts letter came.

I decided to tell my father.

Once again dressed in this ridiculous pink dress, I hesitantly knocked on the door.

"Father? May I come in?"

"You may enter. What is it?"

I entered his large office with the letter in my small gloved hand. "My Hogwarts letter came, father. Could you… maybe… accompany me to Diagon Alley for my supplies?"

His face twisted into an ugly sneer. "Hogwarts," he spat," I don't want anything to do with it anymore."

"Father, it's tradition for family to go together."

"No, I'm too busy."

"But fa-"

"GET OUT!"

I lowered my eyes and held back tears with all my might. In a quiet voice, I said," Yes, father."

I turned and exited the room before bursting out in tears.

The next morning, Cleo, my maid, said," There's a letter from your father."

I took it and my eyes lit up with hope. He was allowing me to go to. For a while I was worried sick that my life's dream of attending Hogwarts was ruined. Now, he's allowing me to go with a chauffeur and an allowance. On the back of the note, it said," Go have some fun."

I jumped out of bed excitedly and raced to get dressed. This time, Alice, my other maid dressed me in a pink colored robe. It went down to my knees with a blue coat that went to my elbow. I had gloves on and blue stockings. When Alice handed me a mask, I was confused. "To protect you," she said.

I nodded. My father seemed cold and heartless, but before that, he gave me a mask to put on.

"There are some bad people out there," he said," they might hurt you, so if they don't know what you look like, you would be protected." At first it was just cool to wear a mask, then it became a small habit. My father wouldn't let me out for so long, I had forgotten what it was for.

Cleo, Wolfe, my chauffeur, and I went into the Leaky Cauldron. I froze. Inside was a boy with pink hair and a naked boy with black hair wrestling on the floor. A group of children were surrounding them and cheering the pair on. There also was a girl with blue hair reading with two boys cheering her on. A blonde teenager with a scar on his face was leaning against the wall with his headphones in. Two terrifying girls were having a death glare match. One was a redhead with armour on, the other was a girl with white hair and was dressed as a punk. I could see the black aura streaming out of their bodies. I shuddered. Cleo quickly herded me into the back room and Wolfe made sure that the flying projectiles didn't hit me. Cleo whipped out her wand and tapped a on some bricks. My eyes widened; for the first time in two years, I saw some magic. The bricks on the wall folded back until it was a doorway. I stepped in and my eyes widened in wonder. It was as if I stepped into another world. People dressed from bright neon green to dark forbidding gray, the sea of witches and wizards were incredible. Everyone seemed to have somewhere to go. I felt a pang of sadness as I watched a girl laugh and hug her mother. She had just received a orange cat with black stripes.

I tore my eyes away. "Come on," Cleo said" We still need to get your books.

After forcing our way to Flourish and Blotts and fighting to get out, we were headed to Ollivander's. My heartbeat quickened as I saw the famous purple and gold sign. I walked in and my eyes met a familiar boy. He was the guy that had pink hair and was fighting in the Leaky Cauldron. He grabbed a wand and waved it around. Instantaneously, he waved it towards me and it sets on fire. It conveniently also sets me on fire. I gave a shriek as my dress started to go up in smoke. The pink idiot and Mr. Ollivander whirled around and looked at me. Mr. Ollivander quickly waved his wand and the fire went out. I let out a sigh of relief, then I blushed with the sudden attention.

Mr. Ollivander cleared his throat, "Well, Mr. Dragneel, I think you have found the right wand."

He smiled a lopsided grin that gave my stomach flutter and do acrobatics. "Please, call me Natsu."

"Alright then, Natsu," Mr. Ollivander went to the back of the shop and wrapped up the brown wand for Natsu. "I hope to see you later."

Natsu walked out and brushed past me. For some odd reason, such close contact with him gave me shivers down my spine. Mr. Ollivander gave me a smile. "I believe you are the famous Lucy I'm hearing about."

I blushed lightly again under my mask. "Yes, sir."

"Ah, I'm excited to see which wand will pick you.

I was momentarily puzzle. "Sir, I don't understand. What do you mean by which wand will pick me?"

"Why Miss Heartfilia, didn't you know? The wand picks the wizard, Miss."

I looked down, ashamed. I had hoped that I came here prepared for the wizarding world, but I guess not. Mr. Ollivander had bustled off into one of the hallways created by his wands. He quickly looked around and grabbed two or three wand boxes. One by one, I tried them with a swish, but none seem to have a reaction. I slumped in disappointment.

"Now, now. It's quite alright," the ancient wand maker chided. "It sometimes takes awhile for a witch or wizard to be chosen." He snorted. "Once, there was one man that went through my whole shop! Twice!" I giggled quietly at that. He smiled contently then continued to rummage through the piles of wands. "Ah ha!" He raised a box that looked exactly like all the others. "This should be the one." My eyes lit up. Maybe this one was it. He opened the box and there was a beautiful wand. "Yes, she is a beauty." Mr. Ollivander looked at the wand with adoring eyes. "I was wondering if it could be it. It is ash wood with unicorn hair at the core." I lifted it gently out of it's box. With a wave, stars seemed to light up the ceiling. The old man smiled. "Of course," he said quietly," It was so obvious."

"What was obvious, sir?"

He smiled in small smile. "The unicorn whose hair is in your wand was the unicorn that has one of its hair in each of your ancestor's wand. This is a rowan wood, 10 inch, with the core of unicorn hair."

My eyes widened in surprise. That was amazing! Maybe my mother's wand had a core of unicorn hair. At the thought of my mother, my cheery mood quickly dropped. I quickly thanked the kind wizard and set out into the churning sea. Cleo was there with another box for me. "What's this, Cleo? And where is Wolfe?"

Cleo smiled and said," Wolfe will be on his way shortly. In the meantime, enjoy your present." I opened the box and realized it was a key.

"Cleo, you know I can't use magic. I haven't even tried summoning yet!"

She just smiled a secret smile and said," Don't worry, Lucy. I'm sure you will figure it out."

After that, everything seemed to blur together. Soon enough, I found myself staring at the bustling station at King's Cross. Cleo pushed the luggage laden trolley towards a brick wall. I stared at it, and tried to see if there was anything special. However, my chocolate-brown eyes didn't see any signs that this was the magical doorway to platform 9 ¾. Not a brick was out of place, but I didn't doubt my mother's words. Cleo whispered," Go ahead, child."

I raced excitedly towards the wall, right before I lost my nerves and stopped, an object from behind pushed me over to the other side. If I had gone through normally, I would have noticed all the witches and wizards tearfully saying goodbye to their child as they walked towards the sleek, black train. Sadly, I didn't. The thing above me was groaning, so it was probably a person. When I turned around, I realized it was Natsu. I moaned.

"Why does it seem that every time I see you it causes me trouble."

"Huh?" He asked the question as if I had spoken another language.

I rolled my eyes and got up. "You seriously don't know? The first time I saw you, I was nearly impaled by a chair leg while you were fighting with the naked boy. The second time I saw you, your wand spewed fire into my face and settled my dress on fire. Now, the third time, you knocked me over."

He blinked dumbly at me and whined," You're such a weirdo! What kind of person uses the word spew? Is that a food?"

My temper flared. I pointedly turned away and ignored him. He is such an idiot! I went to Cleo and smiled. She looked said," Well, I guess this is goodbye, Hime."

I giggled at the old nickname that Virgo used to use. Hime means princess in an ancient language. I hugged her and Wolfe. "Bye."

After that, I headed towards the shiny, black train. I quickly hopped on board as the train whistled. I found a car. The window was crammed filled of students that were waving frantically at their parents. I managed to get eye contact with Cleo and waved goodbye.

In the corridor, it was still a frenzy. Even worse, I saw the same terrifying redhead yell at a naked boy and a familiar head.

"NATSU!" The redhead yelled his name without a care about all the staring eyes. The pink haired boy froze. "How many times to do I have to say it! You and Gray are not allowed to fight ON THE TRAIN!"

"S-sorry, Erza," Natsu squeaked. "T-t-that will n-n-ever h-h-appen again!" With that, he dashed off. I was impressed by this girl, Erza. She already had school robes on, but over that, she wore… armour. It was surprising to see a girl so comfortable in cold metal. She had a white eyepatch over her right eye. In her hand, there was a small sword. No wonder Natsu would be afraid of her.

I walked away in search of a place to sit. It seemed like every single car was filled! I passed by a bluenette that was reading a book. She had looked up and saw me. "Hello." I whirled around and looked at her. She was small for her age and had glasses. Her blue hair was tied by an orange bandana. Beside her were two boys that were looking at me as well. One was a ginger who wore suspenders and a purple shirt. The other one had black hair and normal clothes. I blushed under the attention.

"Can I sit here," I asked quietly.

"Of course," the blue-haired girl replied," I'm Levy, Levy McGarden."

"I'm Lucy." She nodded. The boys introduced themselves as Jet and Droy, and I released a sigh of relief. For a second, I thought she will ask if i was Lucy Heartfilia. That would have been disastrous. People already have seen me with my mask on. If I had worn it, they would have found out straight away. I'm so glad I kept the mask in my bag and not one my face!

Levy was a bookworm like me. She loved to read and has memorized Hogwarts, a History front to back. I was truly impressed. This girl was incredible. She was smart like me, but she also had a wonderful taste in fictional books. We fangirled all about every single book that we had ever read and criticised the horrible books. Jet and Droy sat next to Levy and cheered her on when she was thinking about something. They were really obsessed with Levy, and wasn't afraid to show it to the world. It was really nice. I admire their devotion. They were a wonderful trio and the name of their group was team Shadow Gear. Natsu, the naked boy, and Erza had popped in at one point or the other. Natsu seemed a little green. Erza was a second year who belonged in Gryffindor. She introduced Gray, the boy that was constantly stripping. He was a very interesting boy. He and Natsu were in a brotherly love-hate relationship. Erza was the one that normally 'calmed' them down. When we were all in the car, the trolley lady came by. Erza's eyes popped as she drooled over a slice of strawberry cake. The boys were the same deal. I was confused when they didn't buy anything. Natsu said," I'm not hungry," but was immediately betrayed by his rumbling stomach. I grimaced. I felt really bad for these people that were becoming my friends. I looked up at the kind trolley witch and said," I would like the whole trolley, please."

Erza, Gray, Natsu, and even Levy looked at me in shock. The trolley lady looked unsurprised and promptly pushed the cart in and pushed everything off. I handed her ten galleons and she left to find another trolley. During the exchange, all the other people in the car just stared at me with their mouths hanging open like fish. I stared right back at them.

"Well?"

"L-lucy… you didn't need to buy the whole trolley… you can't eat that much. You'll get sick!"

I laughed at the statement. "You guys are such idiots. I didn't buy them for me! I bought it for you!" Their eyes widened comically. "Really," they all asked?

"Yes. Dig in!"

They didn't need any further urging, they practically attacked the whole pile. With a mouth full of cream and strawberries, Erza mustered as much seriousness as she can with a cream mustache and said," Thank you, Lucy. I am forever in your debt."

The others chimed their agreements. I cringed as they chewed with their mouths open, and politely hand them tissues or patted their backs if they choked. Soon enough, I was looking down at my school robes. "Do I look okay, Erza?"

She smiled. "Don't worry. You will look spectacular."

Levy and I looked around nervously as we parted ways with Erza and made our way with the other first years towards a figure. "Gildarts!" Natsu broke the ranks and ran up to hug the laughing man.

"Natsu!" The two embraced. I assumed they had a father and son relationship. My heart twisted a bit. I truly envied Natsu. No matter how poor he might be, he was happy. Then, Gildarts yelled at all the first years," Aright everyone! Come with me." He led us down a dark path until we met a shore line. "Everyone! Three to a boat please!" Levy was in a boat with Jet and Droy. Natsu got in a boat with Gildarts and Lisanna, Mira's little sister. I sat in a boat with Gray and Cana. Cana happened to be Gildart's daughter, but she didn't want him to know yet. She had a strange bottle that she constantly drank out of. Despite her claims, I really think it is butter beer. To my surprise, the boats started to magically move forward and several people started to moan and throw up. Poor souls, they must have motion sickness. I directed my attention to the front of the boat. Just as everyone had turned a bend, we were met by a spectacular view of the Hogwarts castle. It was stunning. From this lake point view, the castle looked bigger. It's light from the windows castes down on the lake. I could have sworn I saw something move down there. Everyone just gazed at the magnificent school with awe. Natsu broke the stunned silence by yelling," WHAT A COOL SCHOOL!" Gray smirked.

"Typical, Natsu," he muttered. I simply smiled.

After we reached the shore, Gildarts led us down another path, up some old stone steps, weaved left and right in some gargantuan hallways, and then in front of a set of giant doors. He turned around to face us. In the torchlight, I realized he had similar features to Cana. He had a beard and a mustache as well. "Now, before we continue through these doors, I would like to explain a few things." Everyone started to have excited whispers. "You will be sorted into one of the following houses. Hufflepuff, Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, or Slytherin. You will walk in, and when I call your name, you go sit on this stool and get sorted. Cool?"

We all nodded, suddenly anxious to see what was behind those doors. Gildarts smiled and flung the doors open. Through the doors, light spilled forth and blinded us. Inside were hundred of students sitting at four tables. In the front was a stool and a ragged, old hat. Behind the stool was a horizontal table that had adults sitting there. The ceiling looked like the night sky with beautiful stars. My mum had told me about the enchanted ceiling, and I kid you not there were candles hanging in midair! In the middle was a short man that looked no taller than a leprechaun. Gildarts once again turned around and barked," QUIET!" The whole room fell silent. He held out a scroll and started to call out names. Let the sorting begin, I thought.