Read. Read. Read. THIS. Hii, new FanFic readers!I seriously write stories all the time, and Harry Potter has always been my favorite. Hopefully this original character thing isn't too weird. In a way, a lot of the old characters are gonna be new ones; some of their personalities are gonna be a little altered. I'm introducing a lot of new themes too! It strays a little from J.K. Rowling's beautiful mind, but I'm taking some creative edge here. Fingers crossed you don't think out there.
Also, stick with me... this first chapter is a little rough. It's just the introduction!
Disclaimer! I don't own annny of these characters belonging to this Magical World. It all belongs to J.K. Rowling.
Chapter One
It was mid May, 1981, when my parents made the move. My mother was eight months pregnant with me, and England was feeling less and less safe. The "Dark Lord" was at large, and my parents were going to do anything they could to keep me (a soon to be half-born or muggle) safe. With "He Who Must Not Be Named" in charge, anyone less than a "pure blood" would be killed. And so, with protection in mind, our happy little soon-to-be family moved across the pond to the United States, Massachusetts to be exact. After brushing up on a little American History, my parents heard the rumors that there were witches there, so Salem was the place for us.
I was born in June of that year, protected. My father sent word of my birth to a wizard friend of his who happened to work for the Ministry. He informed his friend of all of the plans for our new life.
In July, Voldemort was defeated by a baby boy.
Regardless of the death of the asshole, my family stayed in the U.S. My dad had made friends with a family of witches (the rumors were true) and was learning a lot about different kinds of magic… wand free. With the wave of our hands, we could do the same magic any wizard could with a wand.
When I was nine years old my mother passed away. She got sick, and no potion or spell could take it away. I was thankful to still have my dad, but it was really hard growing up without her.
Growing up, I was homeschooled. My dad didn't feel that it was necessary to send me back to England to practice magic. I learned how to cast spells and make potions just like everyone else my age…but unlike the wonderful students at Hogwarts, I was learning mind magic.
When I was thirteen, word was sent that the Dark Lord was back. Of course, they were only rumors, and ones that didn't affect me in the least. I was 3280 miles away learning magic of nature. My dad and I used to joke that we were the hippies of the Wizarding World.
By fourteen, the word was final. Voldemort had returned. My family was a little panicked, but we were safe in America.
Two years passed, and my dad was sent for by his wizard friend. The war was starting, and something called "The Order" needed any help they could get.
My dad was brave. He asked an elderly neighbor witch to keep an eye on me while he was gone. He knew I'd be able to take care of myself for the most part though, so he wasn't concerned leaving me on my own for a while. We didn't know how long it would be until he came home, but I kept my fingers crossed that it wouldn't be long. On the day he left, he kissed me on the head and walked out of the house. I felt alone.
I continued with my studies in his absence without his help. For the most part, I knew what I was doing. When he got home, he'd be able to help me catch up on anything I missed; he'd be able to correct any of my mistakes.
The war was lasting a lot longer than I thought it would. It was close to a year later when I finally received a letter. The war was over. We had won. So I waited. And waited. And my dad never came home. I started getting worried. I had no idea where he was, and I was scared. I wondered if he had forgotten about me. I didn't know where he was, so I didn't know where to write to him. All I could do was keep waiting.
Three days after my seventeenth birthday a man knocked on my door. He had bright red hair and a goofy expression. He identified himself as Arthur Weasley, my father's friend from England. I invited him in. And then, he dropped the bomb…
My dad didn't survive the war.
Mr. Weasley, a man I didn't even know, held me as I sobbed. I couldn't grasp what had happened. What was I supposed to do now? I couldn't possibly survive as a witch, survive as a person, without my father's help. He was all I had ever really had. He'd been my father, and my mother, and my mentor, and my friend. I didn't know what to feel now that he was gone.
I calmed down and sat silently on my living room sofa. Mr. Weasley smiled at me softly from the armchair. It was a very…understanding smile. He explained to me that he lost one of his sons in the war, a boy named Fred. The shattered pieces of my already broken heart broke a little more. But then, he explained something else:
He had two children still attending Hogwarts. Everyone who had previously attended the school would be re-attending their last year. The war had caused a great deal of damage to the castle, and students were unable to finish out their studies. Technically, I still another year of schooling to finish, and before my father died, he had asked Mr. Weasley to take me in if anything were to happen to him.
I didn't really know what to say. I was going to England? I would be starting at a new school, where everyone had grown up together. I'd be the outcast… from the United States. Not to mention, I'd be leaving the only home I had ever known.
Mr. Weasley helped me pack my things together. It wouldn't have taken much more than the wave of a wand, but I took my time for sentimental reasons. My mother had died here, and this was the last place I'd seen my father. It was where I'd grown up…where I'd had all of my memories. It was weird thinking I'd never see it again, and I wondered what would happen to the house and all of my parents leftover belongings after I left.
I put everything in one bag, using an extension charm, and walked back to where Mr. Weasley was patiently waiting. I took one last look around my house, cherishing every memory. And then, he placed a hand on my shoulder and we apparated out.
I KNOW. I know. You don't even know her name yet. Hold tight, you'll find out everything. The next chapter actually has dialogue. Don't give up on me yet.