Well, it's my first story, so I'm not as experienced in writing as a lot of you amazing writers out there, but I hope you guys give it a shot. I was having thoughts about a Harry story and they idea came to me, and formed into a full story overtime. I hope you guys really enjoy it! Leave comments if you can! They would be greatly appreciated, even constructive criticism!

Summary: Olivia Sherel has known Harry for quite some time, sending letters overseas to stay in contact with her friend, but nothing could quite prepare her for starting her 5th year at Hogwarts wand dealing with a strict teacher.

Disclaimer: I don't Harry Potter, no matter how much I wish I did, but I do any OC characters I have mentioned in this story.

I sighed, as I resisted the urge to close my eyes while Jonathon went on about the Vietnam War. There really was no reason for teachers to assign oral presentations, along with essays as projects. I mean, to be honest, no one even paid attention to what was being said. Mind you, Jonathon was a close friend of mine, but his presentation was still boring as hell.

These were the times in life when I wished that I only went to Salem school without having to go to a public summer school.

Jonathon stopped speaking when there was a loud knock on the door. We all looked at our teacher who looked at the door expectantly, as if he was waiting for it to open. Yeah, waiting for a locked door to open. The knock came again, and he finally sighed, nodding his head, "Go ahead and open it Jonathon. I've stopped the timer."

Jonathon nodded, putting his papers on his desk before opening the door. I heard a loud bang before I saw him fall backwards to the ground.

"What the fuc-" I started to say but was cut off.

"Ok, everybody stay where the fuck you are. No one gets up, no one gets shot. You hear me?" A man walked into the room, closing the door behind him. He was wearing a black skiing mask, and was pretty well built, I could tell.

I felt tears spring to my eyes as I looked around at my classmates and saw that they were all either crying or so shocked they didn't know what to do. I remembered hearing about intruders in schools that killed many students, but I never thought something like that would actually happen to our school.

"Now, if you just calm down-" I heard our teacher start, getting up slowly. That was all he said though until I heard another gun shot go off, and noticed Mr. Johnson fall back in his chair.

Ok this really was crazy. Why the hell would anyone come into our school and threaten the students. It's not like we had ever done anything.

I couldn't spend time thinking about it in my seat though, because sooner or later everyone in this classroom would be dead. So I did what any other witch or wizard would've done in that situation. I pulled my wand out from my bag. Getting up slowly, I gripped it tighter, lifting it up slowly.

The man turned to me and lifted his gun, "What did I tell you sit back-"

"Petrificus Totalus!" I shouted quickly, pointing my wand at him. He froze and fell to the ground quickly.

I walked to the front of the room slowly, making my way to Jonathon.

"Did you just use a spell?"

"Was that magic?"

"You're a witch!"

I closed my eyes as I heard several of my classmates ask, confused and scared. I was screwed. I had used magic in front of my muggle class. But I had used it in defense to save everyone. They couldn't possibly take away my rights. "Will you guys please stop talking for right now? We need to help Jonathon AND Mr. Johnson." I said quickly. I tried to stay as calm as possible but it wasn't easy. There was blood everywhere and by the time the police came and took them away both of them had lost a large amount of blood.

When I was questioned about how the intruder fell, I had told the police that he had just fainted. Apparently, that's what some of the class said. The other majority stuck with telling the police that I was a witch and that I used magic. I guess you could say I was lucky that the police didn't believe them.

IIIIIIIIIIII

"What the fuck happened?" Ryan asked me as soon as he picked me up from the police station, after some interrogation.

"There was an intruder in the school and he had a gun, and he came into our classroom, and shot two people."

He looked over to me, concern etched across his face, "Are you serious? Olivia this is dangerous, why was there an intruder in the first-"

"Ryan, I used magic to stop him." I cut him, and got it off my chest. If I was going to get in trouble, I might as well make sure my brother knows why.

"You, WHAT?" He shouted, as we turned into the parking lot of our apartment. I got out of the car quickly, used my keys to open the front door, and made my way to the kitchen. I heard Ryan come in after me not two minutes later. "Olivia, how could you be so irresponsible?"

"You would've done the same thing if you were in my situation!"

"I would've thought it through at least, before putting myself in risk!" He was upset. No that was an understatement. He was downright angry.

I was growing irritated. There really was no reason for him to freak out! I was using magic in defense; it wasn't as if it was on purpose. "Ryan, I was keeping everyone safe! If I hadn't done anything, then we'd all be dead!"

His eyes softened, and he grabbed the back of his neck, sighing. "I know, I just- I was scared, Olivia. I'm sorry. We've already lost mom and dad, I don't think I could bare losing you."

I sighed, nodding, "I know, but there was nothi-"

I heard a pop right then, and looked up to notice a man, whom I recognized to be, the English Minister of Magic Cornelius Fudge, a toad like lady next to him wearing all pink, and our Minister of Magic Fortis Knight standing in our kitchen. Wait. Why the hell was Fudge here?

I looked at Ryan, who came to stand by me, wrapping a protective arm around my shoulder.

"Ms. Sherel, we were notified that you used magic at 12:17 PM Standard Eastern Time in front of 23 other muggles-" Knight began saying.

"You irresponsible girl! Do you not know the charges of using magic in front of muggles?" The stout woman yelled at me. Really, she was tiny. I was about 5'4 and I had to look down at her. Why exactly WAS she here? Or Fudge for that matter?

"Look, I was only defending my classmates, if I hadn't we'd all be de-"

"That's enough! Excuses or not, you've used magic in front of muggles. It's not something to be calm about!" Fudge stated, firmly. What a prick.

I looked back at Ryan, but he just sighed, shaking his head. "She was using it to her defense. When I last checked, using magic as defense in an emergency situation is allowed. " He said firmly.

"You know as well as I do, that this is a serious matter. She knew that she wasn't aloud to use magic in front of muggles, and yet she did. At her age, she should already have the rule memorized." Fudge responded.

"I was only protecting myself and the rest of the class. You can't possibly do anything when I was defending myself!" I said frustrated.

"Ms. Sherel, please don't shout. It's your own fault you're in this situation." Knight said annoyed.

I groaned, angry, rubbing my hand down my face. "Are you serious?"

"Yes, you will have to gi-" Right then another pop cut off Fudge.

"Ah, Cornelius, I heard you were here."

"Dumbledore! What are you doing here?" Fudge looked furious. Nope, he looked livid.

I couldn't believe it. I was standing face to face with THE Dumbledore. "I heard, that Ms. Sherel was stuck in this situation here, and thought that I could be of help." Oh, bless him.

"That will not be necessary Albus, it is all under control here." The stout woman said, in her high-pitched voice. I couldn't stand it. It was like listening to nails on a chalkboard.

"So, Ms. Sherel will be receiving a fair trial, I believe?" He asked, expectantly.

I turned to look up at Ryan who just looked down at me and winked. I bit back a smile. I had heard a lot about Dumbledore, and his compassion, but seeing that I was from the U.S, stories were as far as it got. But this, this was something I never thought, in my dreams, could ever happen. He was saving me from getting expelled from Salem and from North High.

Fudge mumbled something that sounded like an, 'That's why we're here', but continued glaring at Dumbledore.

"Now, Ms. Sherel would it be alright if you came with me? I believe we do have some things to talk about." Dumbledore turned to me, a soft smile on his face, his eyes twinkling under his crescent shaped spectacles.

I looked back at Ryan, who nodded, pushing my back a little. "Of course, sir," I said, following him out of the room and into the living room.

"Now, if I am correct, I believe that you are friends with Mr. Harry Potter?" He asked, smiling.

"Well, yeah, but we haven't kept in touch since June. He sort of stopped replying to my letters. How-how did you know, though?" I had never mentioned Harry to anybody besides Ryan.

"He has mentioned you very often, whenever I talk to him. He is very fond of you." He looked at me knowingly, "And I think I can explain his lack of response to you, however it is not place to say, so you will have to talk to him on your own about that."

"But... I can't talk to him if we're in two different continents, and he's not responding to my letters."

He held out his arm, "I believe a little change his necessary." I looked at his arm, then back to him. Did he really expect me to apparate with him while Ryan was still here? "Your brother will be told everything later, it's quite alright." He said, as if he read my mind.

I looked at his arm for a few minutes, contemplating whether I should go. It couldn't really hurt, could it? I mean, Dumbledore was the strongest and safest wizard known. I took his arm slowly, and immediately felt an uneasy sensation. I felt my stomach tighten, as I held on to Dumbledore's arm tighter, before I felt the ground beneath my feat again.

"Where are we?" I said, letting go of his arm, and looking around. There was a large apartment complex in front of us, with several windows. The wind was chillier, and I felt out of place in my shorts and t-shirt.

"We are at 12 Grimmauld Place." He said, looking around for any muggles, before saying a spell, to cause another door to form between the others. He led me inside quickly, walking down a long hallway where I could hear a group of hushed voices. I heard Dumbledore's fast but quiet voice among the group, and strained my ear to hear what he was saying, but it really was no use.

Walking down the hallway slowly, the voices became louder and more distinct until I came face to face with a group of adults arguing.

They all turned to me, before Dumbledore smiled, the same twinkle in his eye. I swear the man never stopped smiling. He was so positive. "This is Olivia Sherel. She will be staying here and attending Hogwarts this year, with Harry, Hermione, and Ron." Attending Hogwarts? That was funny. No really. I let out a laugh when he said that.

"What? Are you joking right now?"

"Yes, Kingsley and Remus will be able to explain more to you, but I have to leave now. Some other matters I have to deal with." And with that he had apparated out of the room, leaving me standing there awkwardly among the adults.

"Well, deary, you look tired. Go get some rest, and we then wash up for dinner. Everything will be explained then." A kind red head woman said, leading me the stairs. "Ginny?" She shouted.

A pretty redhead came down the stairs quickly, stopping at the first few steps, "Yes, mum?" She looked very similar the woman next to me, so I could only assume she was her daughter.

"Show Olivia to your room, she will be staying with here the rest of the summer." The woman said, hurriedly.

Ginny looked at me, confused, before turning back to her mother nodding, "Alright." She said, before turning back to me, "Come on." She said kindly, taking my hand before leading me upstairs.

So that's about it for the first chapter. I know there's no meeting between the Trio & Olivia, but it will be in the next chapter I promise! I just needed to set a basis, before going deep into the story. Please leave comments, I really would love to read feedback! :)

-Cheryll