This story is about a school of witchcraft and wizardry from the United States. Yes, it can happen! Also, there will be A LOT of references to Hogwart's, Voldemort, Harry Potter, etc. and in the later stories, the main character in this fic will actually meet Harry and company. I hope you enjoy reading this.
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The moon was shining brightly over the Californian sky that night. An elderly man named Horfin sat in front of a house. It was a good house, and the couple who lived in there seemed to be quite nice, and they had no children. Horfin then was startled when he saw a that a crow was sitting next to him. But then he smiled.
"Dragma, I know its you," he told the crow.
Suddenly, the crow turned into a young woman . She had long red hair and green eyes. Her robes were bright pink, which clashed with her red hair.
"Oh Horfin, I wanted to get here soon," she said, "And you know transfiguration is my specialty!"
"Where is the child?" Horfin asked worriedly.
"Ollie's bringing her….I hope."
Dragma's eyes filled with tears. "I feel sorry for the poor child. Both her parents…………..gone."
Horfin said, "Yes, I agree. It is sad………..yet good, in a way."
"What way?"
"Can you imagine how she would be in a few years? Exactly like her parents, that's how.
She'd be like Anne, her mother. Remember Anne? She was cold, evil, vicious. The only
time I ever saw a glint of happiness in her eyes was when she met Tom."
"Why do you call him that?" Dragma, "He has chosen another name."
"Someone has to call him that," Horfin said," Besides, he will always be that ruthless
teenager I met years ago."
Dragma managed to smile a bit. "Are you saying the baby will be better off here in
America?"
"Yes, well, if she stayed in England……someone might find out who she was and try to
kill her."
"But why have you chosen this house? Wouldn't it be better to leave her in a non-muggle
home?"
"No!" Horfin said, "Enemies of her father could still be looking for her. They would
never look in a muggle home, tough."
"But………..are you saying………she's never going to know about-
"No, no," Horfin said, "One day she will know about her magic. But I doubt if I'll let her
know much about her parents."
Dragma said, "Its for the best, I guess."
"Yes," Horfin said, "But I do hope Ollie can get here soon."
"He will," Dragma answered.
Dragma and Horfin waited for Ollie. A while later, he came.
Ollie was a tall, stocky young man. His hair was dark brown, and his eyes were blue.
"Ollie!" Dragma exclaimed, "Thank heavens you're here. Let me see the child!"
Ollie laughed. "Hold your horsies there! She's fine!"
Dragma said, "I must see her!"
"Here you go," Ollie said.
"Oh…..she's beautiful," Dragma said.
The baby was beautiful. She only a year old, but her hair was already pretty long. It was a
dark, dark, brown. Almost black. Her eyes, which were opened wide at that moment,
were hazel.
"Oh, poor thing. Left an orphan at a year old," Dragma said.
Ollie grimaced. "Well, she 'aint the only one, Dragma."
"What do you mean?"
"Lily and James Potter……….well……they were killed by you-know-who."
Dragma shrieked, "NO! It cant be!"
"Well, it happened. And they had a little baby boy, a year old, like this one here. And it
seems he lived, and perhaps he was the one responsible for you-know-who's
defeat."
Horfin said, "Then he must be a remarkable little boy."
"I guess so, Horfin," Ollie replied.
"And what happened to the other little boy? Is he safe?" Dragma couldn't help asking.
"Oh, I believe they were going to take him with some relatives or something like that.
He'll be fine," Ollie answered.
Dragma held the baby in her arms. "Oh, look! She's wearing a bracelet!''
It was a charm bracelet, and it had seven little snakes. In the middle, there were the
initials G.A.R.
"Do you suppose these are the child's initials?" Dragma asked.
Horfin took a look at the bracelet and said, "Yes, of course."
Ollie said, "We must take it off, tough. We don't want anyone knowing who she is."
"Yes," Horfin said.
Dragma carefully took hold of the baby's wrist and took off the bracelet. She put it in her
pocket.
"Well, Dragma, put her in the basket so we can leave her here in this house," Horfin said.
"Oh, do we have to?"
"Yes, Dragma. But do not worry, for I am sure we will see her again in a couple of years."
Dragma smiled. "Ten, to be precise."
So Dragma put the baby in a small basket, and Horfin took the basket and left it outside
the doorstep of the house he had been watching for a while.
"Let us go now," Horfin said, "The baby will be safe here."
"Yes," Dragma said, "I hope so."
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