An American at Hogwarts
A new transfer student from America goes to Hogwarts. Begins at the end of GoF. GeorgeOC.
Author's Note: Hope you like this story. This is my first fic, so be kind when you review (which you will out of the kindness of your hearts). I don't own Harry Potter. I own Liz and her family, but that's it. Oh, and whoever guesses where I got the names for my characters gets a free lollipop!
As Liz stepped off of the plane into Heathrow Airport, she immediately noticed the large man waiting at the gate. Really, he was rather hard to miss. He was at least twice as tall as the rather frightened-looking man standing next to him. His hairy brown suit didn't exactly blend into the crowd, either. As soon as she had taken in his strange appearance, she noticed that he was holding a sign with "Elizabeth Dashwood" written in large untidy handwriting. She sighed and turned to her aunt and uncle, who were staring at the gargantuan man in front of them.
"That's us!" she unnecessarily pointed out to her still-flabbergasted guardians. She walked up to the man.
"I'm Elizabeth Dashwood. Liz, actually." Liz was nervous as she approached the intimidating man, but her anxiety vanished as soon as he spoke.
"Good to meet yeh, Liz! 'M Rubeus Hagrid, Keeper of Keys and Grounds at Hogwarts. And these must be yer parents, eh?" Hagrid boomed in a loud friendly voice.
"My aunt and uncle, actually, Jim and Pam Morland."
"Well, pleasure ter meet yeh, at any rate. Are yeh ready ter go?"
Liz nodded, and the three followed Hagrid out of the airport into a small alley. Hagrid walked over to a moldy cardboard box.
"Now come over here and hold on tight." he said. Liz and her aunt and uncle all grabbed the box, which instantly transported them to a large iron gate.
"Welcome ter Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry!" Hagrid said as he smiled widely.
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Professor Dumbledore stared kindly over his glasses at Liz, sitting nervously on the other side of his desk. In front of him were three pieces of parchment: Liz's letter applying to Hogwarts; a letter of recommendation from the principal of her former school, the Chicago Institute of Wizardry; and a report of all of her former grades.
"Well, Miss Dashwood, you should know that this is rather unusual for Hogwarts. We choose our students, not the other way around. But from what I have seen here, you are obviously very talented, and your principal is convinced that you have nothing more to learn from their fine institution. So I think that we can make an exception to our usual rule. We would be delighted to admit you into Hogwarts next term." Dumbledore smiled over the desk at Liz's barely-constrained joyous reaction.
"Thank you, sir!"
"So, now I will need to talk to your aunt and uncle about the more boring aspects of your enrollment at Hogwarts. However, I don't wish to bore you with the yammering of an old man. Would you prefer a tour of the castle?" Liz nodded happily, too excited to say anything in fear that it would come out as a ridiculous squawk.
Dumbledore smiled mischievously. "I think I know just the people to show you around. After all, they know this castle as well as anyone here . . ."