My only disclaimer: I do not own HP. Go bother someone else.

Madison Sawyer was just like any other eleven year old girl. Well, eleven and five months. Her birthday was on March sixteenth, and now it was mid-July

Madison sighed. It had been another lonely birthday. It wasn't like Madison a horrible person, it was just that, if anyone was friendly with her, her dad would scare them away. Apparently she looked like her mother, and Madison's mother had been betrayed badly by her friends before she comitted suicide, thus accidentally condemning Madison to a friendless childhood.

Madison did share a lot in common with her mother, so she could vaguely see where her dad was coming from. Long, dark hair and warm brown eyes, fair skin, similar facial features, and they were both quite short.

Madison was finishing her homework in the living room when her dad burst through the door.

"Madison? Madison? Are you there?" He yelled. He breathed a huge sigh of relief when he saw her doing her homework. He turned away, muttering to himself. "Good, good, she's safe."

Madison had long resigned herself to the fact that her dad was a little crazy. Only when he got home, and then he was mostly normal, unless she said "Mom" or "friends." And then he'd flip out in her.

She heard a knock on the door. She stood up to open the door.

She opened the door slowly. There, on the porch step, was the strangest woman Madison had ever seen. The woman was tall and thin, with gray hair in a tight bun and cobalt eyes that seemed to see all of Madison's secrets. It made Madison a little uncomfortable.

That wasn't what was strange about the woman. What was strange was the woman's attire. Long black robes, which were fastened by what Madison recognized as the Gordian Knot (they had studied Greece in fifth grade History). She also wore a hat, rather like the witches hats you'd see in a children's fantasy picture book.

Madison was just staring at the woman. Eventually she grew impatient.

"May I come in?" The woman said, quite commandingly. Madison realized how rude she had been, and quickly hastened to let the woman in.

"Are your parents around?" Asked the woman. Madison flinched.

"No. Just my dad." She said, trying to keep her voice even. She turned to her dad's bedroom, where he was almost the entire time he was home, crying over old pictures of Madison's mom.

"Dad! There's a lady here who wants to see you!" She called. She then turned back around.

"My name is Madison. Would you like something to drink Ms..."

"Dare. Professor Dare. And no thank you."

"Professor? Do you teach at a college? Amherst? Maybe Harvard?" said Madison, sitting with the professor in the living room. She had no idea what a college professor would be doing here, but oh well.

"No. I teach at a boarding school, actually. Where is your father?"

"I'm not sure. Let me go get him." answered Madison, running to her father's bedroom. She tapped on the door, then opened it. Her father was sitting on his bed, grasping a family picture tightly in his hand.

"Dad? There's a woman here to see you. She's a professor."

Dad stood up immediately, wiping his eyes.

"I'll be out in a sec." He said. I left the room.

"He'll be here in a minute. He had to finish up some... business." I said to Professor Dare. She nodded in understanding. My dad walked out of his room a few seconds of tense silence later.

"Hello Miss. Is there something you needed to see me for?" asked my dad, sitting down.

"Actually, it's about your daughter. She's been offered a place at our school." Said Professor Dare, pulling out an envelope. It had a strange crest on it, and a name. My name.

To Miss Madison Isabelle Sawyer

I ripped open the letter carefully. Then I started reading it.

Ilvermorny School Of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Dear Miss Sawyer

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted into Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Enclosed is a list of necessary books and equipment

Term begins September First. We await your owl by no later than July 31

Yours Sincerely,

Agilbert Fontaine

Agilbert Fontain, Headmaster of Ilvermorny School of Withcraft and Wizardry

Madison looked up from the letter.

"You've got to be kidding me." She said incredulously.

"We are not kidding you, Miss Sawyer. I really teach at a school for witchcraft and wizardry."

"Wait, what?" Said my dad, snatching the letter from my hand. He read it over.

"This must be a joke." He said finally. "Prove you're a witch."

Professor Dare pulled out a long, thin stick. A wand, Madison thought to herself. Professor dare pointed the Wand to the coffee table. With a word in what sounded like latin, it turned into a pig. Madison and her dad jumped back. With another wave of her wand, it turned back into a table.

"It is not a joke Mr. Sawyer. I am a witch. Ilvermorny is real. Your wife was a fantastic student there. A personal favorite of mine." said Professor Dare. Dad's face paled.

"My wife was a... a..."

"A witch, Mr. Sawyer. Magic usually is genetic, although there are many No-Maj-Borns"

"What's a No-Maj?" Madison asked.

"Someone born without magic, like your father." I turned to my father.

"Can I go, please? This would be so much better than normal school!" I said.

"Mr. Sawyer, if it makes you feel better. We have a mandatory class that is learning better reading, writing, math, and art skills." Interrupted Professor Dare.

"I guess it's all right. How much is tuition." Madison was already going to an $11,500 a year private school, so hopefully...

"The tuition is free Mr. Sawyer."

"Then I see no problem with it. Where should she get her school stuff?" He asked.

"I will take her to the shopping district. We call it Adams Square, because that is where it is. Ilvermorny is on Mount Greylock, but it is warded so unwelcome guests in." Said Professor Dare.

"Adams? That's almost one-hundred and ten miles from here!" Exclaimed my dad.

"There is a form of teleportation, Mr. Sawyer. It's called Apparation. I can take your daughter shopping today, or on July 31st." said Professor Dare.

"Now would be better, I think."

"Well then. Miss Sawyer, if you would be so kind as to grab my hand." Madison did as she was told.

"This might feel a little uncomfortable, but it will be over soon. And with that, they Apparates away.

Hey guys! I figured I'd do an American version of a Harry Potter Story, and since I'm American, I'd figure I do this. I did not come up with the name Agilbert Fontaine. That was all JK. The book list is very similar to Hogwarts, because Ilvermorny is based on Hogwarts. There is a Non Magic class, because how else to kids learn to read or write? Or create art? In any case, enjoy my story. Peace!