Full Summary:
A Harry Potter fan gets her Hogwarts letter after a strange experience in the woods but what Muggle believes magic exists? Anyways, she ends up going to Hogwarts and her crazy adventure begins. She doesn't very well fit into the golden trio so she makes a little group of her own. She tries to save everyone she loves from danger but as she does so she is pushed further and further away. There is ultimatley always a choice between good and evil. This story takes place in book 4, Harry Potter and the Goblet of fire. Fred love and eventually Draco love.

Chapter 1

I'm a what?

Why do we have to learn math? The only pie I care about is in the fridge! The only equation I want to know is the one that gives my videogame-character super powers. The only- The final bell rings, signaling another day of school is done. I sigh in relief and get up to stretch my legs.

"See ya, loser. Have fun at detention!" I whirl around, ready to make a smart retort and relax as I see it's just my friend Grace.

"It's more fun than your house." I reply, sticking out my tongue and rolling my eyes.

"You hurt my pride. Tell 'Snape' I said hi." She says jokingly, and yet, she blushes.

"That's disgusting. Mr. Jones doesn't even look like Snape! What's with you and liking older men?" I tease, nudging her arm and raising my eyebrows.

She laughs and punches my lightly before strolling down the hallway in a true "Grace" fashion.

I make my way to the detention room and peek in at the creepy, somewhat-dangerous, gross kids, that I'm forced to spend an hour with at detention.

I quickly sign in: Amanda Feckson

I tip my head towards the ground and walk to my usual seat in the back corner. Once I'm seated I quickly assess the room. Potheads in one corner and kids with anger problems are in another corner. The attention-whores are in the middle. (Surprise, surprise) The rest of the kids are randomly placed throughout the classroom. The room is very loud and paper-wads are frequently thrown around the classroom.

It's gonna be a long hour.

I unzip my backpack and search for something to do to keep me busy. I grab my Harry Potter and the chamber of secrets book and begin reading it for the billionth time.

I try not to let the suspense I'm feeling show on my face as I read about Harry slaughtering the Basilisk. Its weird how no matter how many times I read Harry Potter it's always like the first time. Dam I wish I could go to Hogwarts.

"Amanda. Your detention is over. You've finished serving your total of seven hours, today being two hours. Let's not see you back in here for a while."

I'm about to correct Mr. Jones, and tell him I still owe an hour, when I see him wink. I frantically close my book and throw it into my bag, ushering a quick "Thanks!" to Mr. Jones before I nearly sprint out of the classroom.

I take my time at my locker. "10…38…12" I mutter as I spin the combination lock.

I yank the door open and start shoving my school books in. I take a minute to glance at myself in my "locker mirror". I'm wearing my faded, light-blue denim shorts and looking at them I'm pleased that they're short but not indecent. I'm also wearing a plain blue tank top. Not that it's noticeable under my monster of a sweatshirt. It's black and has a yellow batman logo on it. They ran out of smalls and mediums so I was forced to get a large. It looks like its swallowing me but I hardly care. It's very comfy. Between my thin figure and the huge sweater I look ridiculously thin and I frown at myself in the mirror.

My frown doesn't last long though because when my vision comes to rest on my sneakers I grin and chuckle to myself. A seemingly pair of plain yellow converse, except I sewed a "Hufflepuff" badge onto it and homemade stickers such as "Cedric Rocks!" and "Just and Loyal!" are randomly placed on them. At the bottom of the shoes there are yellow and black stripes drawn on with marker but it looks like the shoes were bought with them.

I laugh out loud as I remember the faces of my fellow classmates when Grace and I wore our matching shoes and Emily wore her similar "Ravenclaw" ones.

To be truthful, I never really liked the "Hufflepuff" house. I eventually warmed up to it. Or rather, I gave up on any other house. You can only get "Hufflepuff!" so many times on an online quiz before you give up hope.

I lean in close to the mirror so I can better see my face. My brown hair is half-straight and half-wavy. I mentally make a note to wake up earlier and straighten my hair all the way. My brown eyes look so innocent and questioning that I'm forced to look away. My eyes dart back. I did a good job with my eyeliner today. I think, giving myself an internal pat on the back. My skin is so pale. How is – a door slams somewhere down the hallway. I yelp and slam my locker shut.

As I hurry down the hall I imagine I am at Hogwarts. Who would I be friends with? The Weasley twins would be my first priority to be friends with. Next would be Luna. I wouldn't mind being friends with the golden trio… They're just not my first choice. Let's not forget Draco fucking Malfoy. The things I would do to that boy. I would –

Shit.

It's raining! Well that's an underestimate. It's more like pouring. I have to walk home, in the rain. Perfect. This is going to be the worst Friday of my entire life. I take a deep breath and open the door. It's only like 20 minutes. I tell myself.

I walk on the side street that leads to a secluded wood area. Grace, Emily, and I built a tree house in there. It took us so long and it looks professional. We still have a few things to work on, like the leaky roof. We first built the tree house when I got my scrapbook… which is in the leaky tree house.

"Why me?" I yell to no one in particular as I run into the trees.

After about ten minutes of searching, I finally find the tree house. I climb the wooden ladder and lose my footing against the slippery, wet, wood. Luckily I don't fall.

I pull out my keys from my pocket and Put the oddly shaped one into the padlock holding the double-doors shut. I turn the key to the right and quickly pull the lock off the doors as I hear the click. I open the doors and squint into the darkness as I wait for my eyes to further adjust.

The tree house was built to hold more people than will ever be in it. Ten people could probably all lay in it comfortably. There's a small shelf with books and school work scattered on it. Three bean bag chairs sit in a corner of the room. Blue for me, Purple for Grace, and orange for Emily. There is a cooler in the far corner to the left full of soda's and juice boxes. Next to the cooler is a little cabinet filled with chips and little sugary snacks. There is a small chest with flashlights, screwdrivers, a baseball bat, and other random but possibly useful things. A soft blue rug covers the floor.

I immediately notice the leak. You have to walk right through it to get into the tree house. I grab a bucket from the chest and put it under the drip. My scrapbook is safe on the bookshelf. Better safe than sorry. My inner monologue scolds myself.

Even though coming to the tree house was a waste of time I'm still glad I did.

I pick up my scrapbook and place it in my bag. This is coming home with me. With a final glance I exit the tree house and re-lock the doors. As I'm climbing down the ladder I hear a hissing noise and freeze. Please don't be a snake. Please don't be a snake.

Please don't be a snake. Please don't be a snake. I absolutely hate snakes!

I don't know how long I stood, clutching the ladder and keeping my eyes shut. Eventually I force my eyes open and take heavy breaths. Although I'm practically frozen with terror I force myself to look around. Absolutely nothing. Then again, it's so dark you can hardly see anything unless you're right in front of it. It's getting late and I have to go home. Enough is enough. I gingerly place myself back on the ground. Suddenly, I hear a twig snap, feel a sharp pain in my leg, and drift off into unconsciousness before I hit the floor.

I can't see anything but I can faintly hear something. It's the hissing again. I feel something slimy brush up against my leg. Help! I scream but no sound comes out of my throat. I can't even open my throat… Or my eyes for that matter. I'm gonna die! I cry to myself. I hear something that sounds like a throat clearing and force myself to listen. Someone's here to save me!

I start to wonder how long I'm gonna lay here immobile when I hear a scary, horrid voice.

"Perfect, Nagini… A perfect successor… An heir of sorts… It will surely change the prophecy… So much confusion will be caused with this one… so much pain… The future is already in motion… And so all will know, I will leave my mark on her… They will see and fear…I will be the most powerful, ruthless dark lord this world, wizarding or muggle, has ever seen!"

Uhm… what? Who the hell is Nagini? What prophecy? What makes him think he knows the future? And most importantly, what mark?

Another twig snaps and a ghastly, searing pain hits my side. It feels like someone is stabbing me, shooting me, and setting me on fire. I can make out a distinct laughter before unconsciousness truly takes me.

Minutes later, maybe hours, I wake up. I have a throbbing headache and my side feels like it's on fire. I lift up my shirt and sweatshirt and search for the wound. There is a jagged cut that looks familiar but I know I've never seen it. You'd remember a scar in a fashion like that. There is blood trickling down the scar and it looks more black-ish than red. Gross.

I get up onto my feet and wince. My leg. I squat down and take a close look at it. There are two holes that are about four inches apart. That's a big-ass snake! I think to myself.

I stand up again and start limping toward the sidewalk. I have to keep reminding myself to stay calm and every car that comes down the road looks more sinister, even though I know I just saw Mrs. Gopher in the window and she's a nice old lady.

When I get into my house I limp-run to my room. I slam the door and yell that I'm not hungry and I don't want any supper. I peel off my wet, bloody clothes and put on a pair of sweats and a t-shirt. I think back on what happened. Did that really happen? If I was at Hogwarts… "Hogwarts!" I yell, lifting up my shirt to look at the scar again. The jagged scar distinctly reminds me of Harry's own scar.

Right before I drift off into sleep I think to myself: What the hell happened back there?

When I wake up nobody's home. As I walk into the kitchen I glance at the clock. 11:00. that's weird. As I got to open the fridge to find something to eat I notice a note:

Took the family out to the store with me
Gonna run some errands
Didn't wanna wake you
Love, Mom

"Yes!" I yell out to the empty house. "No Julie!" Julie is my annoying sister. She's a year younger than me but she thinks' she the coolest person in the world. She's slightly shorter than me and has no imagination. She's usually hanging out with her friends and gossiping about whoever she see's. She spends more time attached to her phone and iPod; I sometimes doubt she has a brain at all.

I open the fridge and look at its contents. "Milk… orange juice… chocolate syrup… strawberry syrup… vanilla syrup…cheese…mustard…" I drone on about the contents of the fridge before I decide to make a sandwich. Sandwiches are a breakfast food, right? I take out mayonnaise, mustard, cheese, ham, pepperoni, and pickles. As I arrange the ingredients on the plate I start to think about what I want for lunch. Maybe waffles?

After I inhale my sandwich I limp to the bathroom and start the water. I hum appreciatively as I step into the hot stream of water and hiss when I feel it hit my cut and soon-to-be scar. I start thinking about what happened in the woods and absentmindedly trace the cut. It's so freaky but it's kind of exciting. I put my favorite raspberry shampoo in my hair and scrub with vigor. By the time the water is cold I've had lathered, rinsed, and repeated about five times. I've probably scrubbed my skin off. (Besides the scar.)

I step out of the shower and wrap a towel tightly around myself. I walk to my room leaving a noticeable trail of water all the way to my door. I dry myself off and pull on a pair of tight jeans, wincing as it touches my snake-bite. That better not be deadly. I opt for a looser shirt so I don't irritate my "lightning scar!" The shirt is a deep shade of purple. I put my hair up in a messy bun and grab my black eyeliner. After I'm done getting myself presentable I realize I have nowhere to go.

"Figures." I mutter.

An hour later I'm sitting in the tree house with Grace and telling her the whole story. It took some coaxing to get me anywhere near the tree house but finally I gave in.

"So do you think it was magic?" she asks excitedly.

"Grace, both of us know that magic isn't real. It'd be nice but it's not real. I was probably knocked unconscious by some pedophile and he carved his initials into my stomach."

I cringe as I say that because I'd almost rather be marked by a dark lord than a creepy pedophile.

"You believe in magic" she states. "Somewhere in your heart you believe in magic… and Draco Malfoy. You even believe you could make him a good guy when he is clearly E.V.I.L!" she snickers.

I make a fake angry face and waggle my finger at her. "Draco Malfoy is the kindest, bravest, sexiest man I know."

We fall into a fit of laughter as we quote A Very Potter Musical and joke about magic.

I launch into the tale of going to get my scrapbook, the pouring rain, hissing, voices, and finally, my scar. I reenact it all, retracing my footsteps and trying to make it exactly like it happened. I crouch down near the imprint my body made on the muddy ground and notice the imprint of a foot. A bare, human foot.

"Oh my god!" we both scream at the same time.

In silence we look from each other back to the foot.

The reality of how creepy this is sinks in and me and Grace can't seem to keep our mouths shut for a second.

"Footprint-

"-I know! Harry Potter!-

"Snake! Dark lord-

"I know! Lightning scar!-

"It's magic!"

"Shut up Grace."

We go on babbling incoherent nonsense for what seems like forever before we both stop, out of breath, and try to make reason. We can't and before we know it, we're babbling again.

A few hours later we say our goodbyes and start walking our separate ways.

On my way into the house I grab the newspaper and the mail and upon unlocking my door I throw them on the table. I grab an apple and step into my room.

My room is painted a deep shade of purple and has photographs taped all over the walls. There are some posters and a calendar that is hardly ever used. My bed is pushed up against the wall in the corner of my room and the comforter on it is a dark shade of blue. There is a small table next to the bed and a lamp on top of it. Across from the bed is a TV with a small couch in front of it. Board games and laundry are strewn all over the floors. There is a bookshelf with tons of fantasy and adventure stories and upon looking at that shelf you would know exactly whose room it is. In another corner of the room, a computer sat on a desk. You could hardly see the desk though because candy and papers covered it. Amy couldn't even remember a time where it was clean. The only part of the room that seemed clean was right near the single window in the room. It's convenient that I got the bedroom near the back of the house. The window was often used to sneak out of the house but what Amy's parents didn't know wouldn't hurt them.

I head over to my bed and plop myself down. Mhhhhm so soft…

"Hey. Loser. Get up. You got a letter."

Ugh. Julie.

"Get out of my room." I mumble from my comfortable position on the bed. I open my eyes and glare at her.

"Whatever, creep." She says, throwing an envelope into my room and turning on her heel, slamming the door on her way out.

I lean over my bed, trying to reach the letter and end up toppling out.

"I did that on purpose." I mutter.

I pick up the letter and take a look at it.

Amanda Feckson
The purple room
With one window

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

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

Dear Ms. (Name),

we are pleased to inform you that you have a place at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins as soon as you are enrolled. We await your owl eagerly.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress,
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry

Uniform
First year students will require
sets of plain workrobes (black)
2. One plain pointed hat (black) for day wear
3. One pair of protective gloves (dragon hide or similar)
4. One winter cloak (black, silver fastenings)

Set Books
All students should have a copy of each of the following:
The Standard Book of Spells (Grade One) by Miranda Goshawk
A History of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot
Magical Theory by Adalbert Waffling
A Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration by Emeric Switch
One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi by Phyllida Spore
Magical Drafts and Potions by Arsenius Jigger
Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them by Newt Scamander
The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection by Quentin Trimble

Other Equipment
1 wand
1 cauldron (pewter, standard size 2)
1 set glass or crystal phials
1 telescope
1 set brass scales

Students may also bring an owl OR a cat OR a toad.

PARENTS ARE REMINDED THAT FIRST YEARS ARE NOT ALLOWED THEIR OWN BROOMSTICKS

"It looks so authentic."

I run my finger over the paper.

Grace couldn't have gotten me a latter that fast. No one else knows. What kind of a sick joke is this?

"This is stupid. There's no such thing as magic."

I refold the paper and stuff it into its envelope. I'm just going to forget about snakes, wizards, prophecies, and phony letters.

With that, I pull back the blankets and fall back asleep.