Ngoc Chau does not own Harry Potter.

Okay, this is my 3rd time launching this fanfic.

Although some of you may not like it, I do.
I really want to write it because I've been dreaming about this fanfic all the time.

PLEASE READ IT TILL THE END.
I WORKED REALLY HARD ON IT!
NICE PEOPLE WOULD READ THIS ONCE AT LEAST TILL THE END OF THE CHAPTERS.

For those who like FLUFF, HUMOUR, INTENSE ROMANCE, DRACO MALFOY, and REAL-LIFE EXPERIENCE, this should be a fanfic that you like.

To those who know about Hogwarts Extreme, an RPG, can you tell me anything about it?

'Thoughts'

"Vietnamese"

"English"

"Spells"

Long Nguyen was an 11 year old asian girl.

She had long black hair and wide eyes on a heart-shaped face.

She was wearing a white blouse with a red neck scarf and black slacks. She wore dark brown sneakers.
A black packpack rested on her shoulders.
She had her long raven hair tied in a braid with a large pink bow tied at the base of the braid, a few strands left loose.

She walked home to the small apartment she lived with her mother, father, and sister.

It was a regular day like any other day.

Wake up early.
Make lunch.
Go to english school (She takes classes in the summer).

Work part time for the store owner for a little extra money when school ends.
Pick up little sister who was staying with aunt until Long came home.
Buy some fish and bean sprouts.

Come home to boil fish and stir fry bean sprouts.
Put money that is left over from buying food away.
Welcome mother and father home.

Have dinner.
Do homework till done.
And all over again.

But as soon as she came home with her sister and touched the knob, something didn't feel right. She stepped into the apartment room and saw someone in a long robe, alomost resembling her country's dress, she couldn't tell. The robe was too black to see any specific details.
She ran in and went straight to the kitchen, "Stay there Huyen!" she cried in her language to her sister who was outside the door.

She grabbed a sword that she had inherited from a family member and drew it out. She threw the sheathe back into the kitchen and held the sword with both hands up high.
The person there didn't seem to be Vietnamese, so she used the english that she learned in school and yelled out with a noticable chinese accent,
"What you doing here?!

The person stayed motionless. She took this chance to carefully look at the person, just in case she had to give a witness report of them after.

It was a woman, no a man.
It was hard to tell because of the pitch black robe that hid most details and the hair that reached to just above his shoulders.
It looked greasy too.

He had wrinkles on his face which had a sharp nose in the center of it.
He was tall and thin, almost pathetic looking.

She looked to the door quickly and yelled out in her language, "Go run to where mom is!"
Her little sister scrambled out of the area as fast as her legs could carry her.

The man looked slightly confused then he asked in a scary voice, "Are you Long Nguyen?"
Long faltered a bit and lowered the sword. She asked once more in fractured english, "Please, you say slower?"

He took a deep breath and asked again,

"Are...You...Long...Nguyen?"

Long nodded and asked, "Yes, why you want to know?"
He walked closer to her, but she raised the sword like a bat again.

He took out a something from his sleeve and said, "Expelliarmus."

The sword flew back and it clanged as it fell on the tile floor.
She froze a bit then he just glided over to her.

She went into a martial arts pose that she learned in her gym classes. She struck her hand out and a force moved. Everything in her direction flew back and landed on the floor. The man stood with one leg in front of the other and resisted against it.
She looked shocked.
She raised her leg and kicked. Her black slacks whipped as a second force went again.

He resisted it.

He flicked his...his wand?
He flicked the wand again and said, "Incarcerous."

From the wand, a long snake of thick rope flew out and strung itself around Long, knocking her back onto the sofa that was against the wall.
She tried to thrash.
With every sharp movement she did, a force blew around, knocking everything.

Finally, the end of the rope tied itself around her ankles and arms and went over her mouth so that she couldn't scream or yell.
She was tied up and shocked.

This man was...magical.

The man came closer and Long clenched her eyes in fear for what would happen next.

"Open up your eyes."

He spoke clearly for her to understand and she did what he told.
There was something like a fullness to his sound, but a hollowness.

He was kneeling in front of her, carrying a letter.
It looked like it was made of old thick parchment and the shiny green ink really stood out on it.
There was no stamp, but who it was addressed to and how was...different.

She looked at the letter. On the yellow parchment in it's dark green ink glistening over it's rough surface read:

Ms L. Nguyen
Tied in ropes on the sofa
Apartment 15 on the 4 floor
Corner of Thanh Xuan
Hanoi
Vietnam

Very detailed down to the exact spot.

"Hhm?" she asked.

He sat next to her on the sofa and asked, "If I untie you, will you promise to not run away, stay quiet, and read this letter?"

She shifted her eyes, then nodded, shaking her head up and down. But it looked like she was trying to get the rope out of her mouth.
He put the letter on her lap and started to untie the ropes around her.
The rope slipped from out of her mouth.

She took a deep breath,

"AAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh!!" She screamed, the letter dropped onto the floor, the man quickly put his hand over her mouth.

She started moving violently. The ropes became looser and she tried to run up.
But the man put her in a hold from behind, with his hand still over her mouth, he said menacingly, "You've already broken 2 of your promises, the least you can do is read the blasted letter."

Suddenly a set of voices started screaming from the doorway.

Long looked to the right of her and saw that her family was there. All sweaty, they must've ran home.

The man turned back quickly and pointed his wand at them, "Levicorpus"

Simutamiously, the 3 bodies rose upside down.
Then the man spun back at Long and fired another spell at her, "Stupefy"

Long fell back unconcious.

The man went over to the little crying Huyen and performed the same spell on her.
He went to both parents and asked calmly, "Hello, are you Mr and Mrs Nguyen?"

The 2 parents spoke quickly in their tongue which sounded like gibberish being repeated over and over.
The man concluded that they couldn't speak englsih. He felt he had no choice but to bring the screaming girl out of her state and have her translate.

He went over to her and picked up the letter that fell onto the ground and sat next to Long.

With one hand, he held bother her wrists.
With the other hand, he put his wand against her forehead, then a bright red light appeared, "Rennervate".

Long woke up and begged in english, "Please, don't kill my family. We are very poor. We have nothing!"

He seethed through his teeth, "Read the letter and I'll leave."

She sniffled a bit and looked at the letter.
He let go of her hands and sat with his wand at the ready.

She turned the letter over and peeled the wax seal away, still having the burgendy circle in one piece.

She pulled out the letter and read it out loud, so in case she spoke it wrong, he could possibly correct her.
She had some trouble reading it because she saw at first glance it was written in flowery caligraphy.

"HOGWARTS SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock,
Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)

Dear Ms Nguyen
We are pleased to tell you that you have a place at Hogwarts
School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all
neccessary books and equipment.
Term begins on 1 September. We await your owl by no
later than 31 July.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress"

Long's englsih speaking was adequate enough, but luckily her reading was better even than the teachers.
Still that didn't mean she could understand it that well.
She looked over the paper again and understood it, then put it on the ground next to her feet.

She sat up a bit from the chair and said outloud to her dangling parents. Her sister was also just about coming out of her state of unconciousness.
She pointed at the first line of the letter and asked the man,
"Is this real? Am I a witch?"

The man cleared his throat and replied dully, "Yes, that would be so."

"Who are you. Why you here?"

"I am the potions teacher, Severus Snape, at Hogwarts. I am here to take you to get supplies to for the school year."

Suddenly Long's mother started speaking loudly that sounded like bickering.
Long bickered right back.
When it sounded like they were done arguing, Long turned to Snape and asked, "Is this real school?"

"As real as ever."

"...How much it cost?"

"..."

That last phrase Long said sounded as though she was ready to haggle for a price and it was said with an expected high tone that comediens used at shows. Snape coughed to clear his throat, this would take a lot of explaining.
But before a word could leave his mouth, Long raised her hand up and asked, "Please let my family down?"

Snape looked at the now dizzy people with red faces and pointed his wand at them again, "Liberacorpus"

They were slowly lowered down on their backs. He went back to try and explain everything. Foreign muggle-borns never really understood it well enough and even if they did, they didn't believe in it.
He cleared his throat again, "Hogwarts is a renowned school for Witches and Wizards-"

Long had raised her hand again to ask another question, "Am I witch?"

"Yes, that is why I am here to take you to the school."

"But I no have powers."

"...Then what did you call it when you tried to defend against me?"

"I thought it because I can control with my mind."

"No you can't. Not in this situation. You have magical powers because you are a witch. Understand that."

"...How much school for magic cost?"

He was getting angry about the price question now, "It costs more than you earn a year."

"I don't think my mother and father let me go. We no have lots of money. Only enough for food and bills."

"Not to worry, the school will aid you financially."

"Must I go?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"There are wizards in the world who will take advantage of you and you need to learn how to control your powers. Some wizards and witches get hurt when their powers get out of hand. That is what Hogwarts is for, to teach and to help you."

"Where is it? How long will I stay at school for?"

"It is somewhere in Scotland and it's as long as any other school year."

Suddenly Long's mother started crying and bawling.
Long walked off the sofa and asked her mother worriedly, "What is the matter?"

She spoke in her tongue and it sounded very happy but sad.
Long spoke back, she sounded surprised but not that much.

She stood back up and told Snape, "My mother told me that she thought this would happen. Her grandmother was a witch, she used to tell my mother all these stories about a school for people just like her."

She turned down at her mother who was getting up, this time Long spoke in english, so she must've been trying to make Snape laugh,
"Mother, why didn't you tell me that great grandmother was a witch?"

Her mother spoke back, Snape couldn't understand but he took a guess that she said, "What are you saying? I can't understand you!"
Long spoke in her tongue again and then translated to Snape,
"My mother says she doesn't want me to be a witch.
Is unholy.
Demon work."

Snape got up from the sofa and held out his hand to Long's mother, she took a suspicious look at him then understood what he meant by it.
She shook his hand and laughed.

She looked at Long and joked in Vietnamese, "Wow, he looks really scary. Just like a monster. And his hair looks really dirty, I can almost see dandruff all over his clothes. Black is a bad colour on him with hair problem."

Long started laughing as well. Her father and sister started getting up and sitting cross-legged on the floor.
Snape let go of her mother's hand, "What did she say?"

"Nothing, teacher. Just that she never saw wizard up close like this."

Her father asked suddenly, "What just happened? Who is that man?"

"He is a wizard."

"No, that can't be!"

"It's true, so was great grandmother!"

"I knew she was a witch, how else could that explain how much she hated me."

"And, I'm a witch too!"

"Big sister Long!! How come you get to a witch? I want to be a witch!"

Snape felt so out of place there.
This was going to be the last time he handled foreign magic folk. He fell back down on the sofa and ran a hand through his greasy hair.
Long's mother had walked into the kitchen.

"Teacher, my sister want to know if she is witch too." Long asked.

Snape took a look at the little girl who was trying to make herself look cute and stared blankly.

"Don't let her change answer. She just trying to look cute."

Snape looked up and asked, "How old is she?"

"She 10 years old."

Snape rubbed his chin and confirmed, "If a letter comes for her next year, she's a witch."

Then, Long's mother came out of the kitchen with a tray of tea, the coral white pot in the center, with 5 steaming cups surrounding it.
Long held out her arms to hold the tea and she passed it to her family, excluding herself first, then Snape.
"Tea, teacher?"

"Thank you."

Snape took the last cup and looked inside.
It was green against the pale interieur and there were still herbs in it.

He took one sip, but found it too bitter. He was surprised to see even a little girl enjoy a cup that was almost like black coffee.
Long set the tray on the ground in front of her family who was sitting around in a sort of semi-circle.
She grabbed the last cup and drank most of it.

Suddenly Long remembered from the previous school year, they studied caucasians for social studies.
She remembered that they usually drank their tea with sugar, milk, and/or honey. She sat down next to Snape and asked,
"Do you want sugar for tea, teacher?"

Snape nodded. Long set her tea down on the floor next to her letter and walked to the kitchen. Snape looked down at the 3 asians who were staring at him so intently.
He felt like a freak show. "What are you staring at?" he asked in a scary voice.

They may not have understood what he said, but they certainly knew what his tone meant.
They looked away and just stared at something else. Huyen, the little sister, was smart. She went out of the room to get a book to preocupy herself.

In no time, Long came back out with a bowl of uneven sugar clumps and offered,
"How many you want, teacher?"
The clumps were large, so he asked for a small one.

She picked up a medium sized one and squeezed half of it, pouring the crushed half into his tea.
He spun his tea by motion a bit then took another sip.

He sighed again and continued his explaination of Hogwarts,
"At Hogwarts, you will learn spells to make crops flourish and potions to turn metal into gold. Bottle fame and brew glory. Everything you learn in Hogwarts will prepare you for the future. Also, you will still learn the subjects that you do in the Muggle schools here."

Long snapped suddenly, "Muggle?"

Snape took another sip, "A muggle is someone who isn't like us. Not a witch or a wizard. Almost a squib."
He held the tea cup with one hand and raised his his hand to Long before she could ask, "Don't even ask what a squib is, you'll learn about blood purity at Hogwarts."

Long sat up a bit from her seat and called out to her mother, who was looking beyond bored and almost falling asleep. She repeated what Snape told her, including the price arrangment Snape told her earlier, then her mother asked, "How far is it?"

"Scotland."

"Are you serious? That's too far!"

Snape sat back watching the show that was in front of him.
There was the 2 characters arguing and a little girl who was reading a book on the side. While the no-idea father just sat there watching as well cluelessly.

Long argued with her mother, "Mother, don't you remember all those times that I could move things, even though I wasn't touching them. Everybody was so scared and they all scolded me! This is my chance to be around people who have the same powers."

Her mother yelled, "You are just a simple country girl. You won't be able to survive out there! What if they laugh at you?!"

Long stood up from her seat, "I've always felt so different here! I want to be with new people, I want to see everything! I want to go to Hogwarts!"

Her mother started crying, why couldn't her daughter understand, "Long, I need you here to help me take care of the family!"

Long asked Snape seriously, "Teacher, would I be able to get a job at Hogwarts and support my family?"
Snape faltered for a moment and answered, "You possibly could, the headmaster cares very much for his students. He would give you a job around the school if and when you ask for one."

Long spoke back to her mother, translating again what Snape told her.

Her mother asked, "Is this what you really want?"

Long nodded.

Her mother added on, "If you choose to go to this school, you have to stick through it. You can't quit."

Long bowed in her mother's direction. "I will stay with this school, no matter what."

Long's father looked sharply at his wife then his daughter. "So, Long is going to the magic school?" he asked in a funny comedic voice.

Long sat down on the sofa and picked up the letter.
She pointed at it and said to him, "My mother say I can go to school." She opened it again and pulled out the letter of notice,
"What it mean when it ask for owl?"

Snape took another short sip of his tea, god he really shouldn't have tea with so much sugar, but it was something that he needed to quench his thirst.
"You don't have an owl, so I'll just send the letter myself right away."

He got up and walked to the still open door, putting the tea cup on the floor, all eyes on him as it followed him. Long followed him to the door and asked,
"Where are you go, teacher?"

Snape went out into the outdoor hall and picked something up that looked like a crooked broom, "I need to go and make some arrangments for your letter to confirm your spot on the student list and to pick up some money to buy your supplies tomorrow."

He started climbing the yellow stone stairs.
Long walked out of her home, her family chased after the 2. "Teacher, downstairs is that way."
She pointed in the opposite direction he was going in.

He replied, not looking back and still walking up the stairs, "I know, but I am going to leave on my broomstick. Also, in the future Ms Nguyen, you do not call your teachers 'teacher'. They are called 'professeurs'."

Long nodded and asked Snape again, "Professeur, you are going fly, no?"

"Yes I am going to fly."

They stopped on the top floor.

Snape straddled the broom, his long robe all wrinkled in and scrunched in a weird fashion. He lifted the tip of the broom up a bit, then seemed to jump off a little inch from the ground.
Everybody was expecting him to land back down from his little jump, but no, his feet were afloat up in the air.

Long's father said out loud in Vietnamese since he knew that Snape wouldn't understand,
"Wow, that must hurt his cock a lot."

Long hit her dad with a soft slap on his belly, "Dad, be quiet. That's rude."

She turned her gaze back to Snape and watched him lean forward on his broom. Slowly, he floated out over the thin railing and levitated 7 floors up in the air!
He turned his broom back and faced the shocked family, "I am going to pick up Long at 8 in the morning. I will take her to Daigon Alley to get her school supplies and bring her back at soon as possible."

He looked up and his broom soared up as quick as a dragonfly. Long ran to the edge of the railing and looked as Snape zoomed over the buildings.
She could barely tell that it was a person on a broom. He was so fast!

Her mother asked from a distance, "What did he tell you?"

Long was still looking out, trying to keep a her eyes on the little speeding dot that was getting smaller on the horizon.
"He told me that he'll be taking me to go get school supplies tomorrow morning at 8."

Her father blinked his eyes once...twice.. then spoke out again, "This can't be real. I must be drunk or dreaming."

Long still had her head away from the 3 people's view, "Dad, you're not dreaming."

"Okay, then."

Huyen hit her dad on the belly and pointed out, "Dad! You asked if you were drunk or dreaming. She said that you weren't dreaming, so that means that you're drunk!"

Long's mom didn't want to get involved, so she rushed downstairs to get dinner ready.

Long's dad whined, "Long, you don't mean that, do you?"

"..."
Long walked downstairs with her head down but with a smile on her face. Her dad and sister were left on the top floor as Long made her way down the stairs.

"Long, why don't you answer me?!"

Okay, that was the first chapter.
Congrats on those who read this far.

Please review and critique.
Correct me if you see any mistakes.

You should know that since this is a sort of OC fanfic, some of the events and speech will differ, but not very much. I have the book, "Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone" to help me should I forget anything.

The story line should follow the book, but if it doesn't exactly match the book, it means that I used the video as reference. I am basically a perfectionist and I follow through.

I hope this fanfic ends up better than the last one...or 2.

Anyway, that was just something to tell you.

To make one thing clear, should any Viet kid read this, some locations are made up and are not real.
This universe is kinda AU, like it's similar to this world, but different at the same time.