Blue is the Perfect Color.

By: Anna-Morgause

Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter would I really be wasting my time writing a fanfiction with OCs? I think not.

Description: It would make total sense for us to see through Harry eyes but, this story is a little, only a little, different than that one. No, this story is about a girl, his age, and how she feels about what's happening around her. Though Harry is a very large part of this story, that's not who were focusing on. To the contrary were focusing on a girl who has more in common with him than either of them will ever know.

Foreword

Have you ever paused to think that in those stories that we quite often go crazy for, someone was left out? Well, what if somebody actually was? Okay, so this character wasn't left out or even an individual created by J.K. Rowling, but I want to put her in for one simple reason: to see one of my favorite books through a different perspective. A pretty straightforward motive, I know, but I think that life doesn't focus on one person, and it shouldn't. So I decided to create someone who had a, even if just slightly, different out view on the things that took place in this tale.

Of course I could have very well pick a main character and base a fanfic on them, except I just couldn't. Three things can explain this: #1 I didn't want to do more injustice to the books than I already am, #2 I already had thought up a character before I finally got the nerve to actually write down my ideas, And finally (my favorite) #3 I can better explain something others have written though something I've created. In short, I have chosen the easier quicker route, better known as 'The Dark Side', from which there is no return.

Quote of the day: "Maybe if I stare at this piece of paper long enough, people will think I can read."--Dafft Duck

Chapter One: I am Frau Blücher.

November 1st, 1981 was just another normal day, for the non-magical community that is. People were scurrying of to work, school, or, hopefully, Church, for the Catholics that is, (Special Holiday.) However if anyone bothered to stop and look around for awhile they would have notice cloaked strangers celebrating. What exactly was causing them to cheer, they couldn't know.

For you see that just hours before, something both tragic and amazing had happened, the greatest terror in the wizarding world, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, was defeated. At first glance this didn't seem like a sad time and, most still people don't think of it that way, but that's only if you don't look at the fact that two people are dead now and a child was orphaned. This extraordinary, yet horrific, occurrence has changed the course things forever.

Ten or so years later the worlds of two sisters were about to be turned upside-down.

Two ten-year-old girls, Hermione who had bushy brown hair and eyes, and Sophia whose hair was black and had blue eyes, were sitting down for breakfast on a hot day in mid-July when they heard someone knocking on their door.

"Sophie dear," Mrs. Granger said, "could you go see who it is?"

"Why should I, It's probably just the postman." the girl grumbled as she made her way to the front entrance, even though she thought it was a little strange that the mail-carrier was knocking, and opened it. Only to find a rather stern looking woman on the other side.

"Excuse me," the stranger asked, "is this the Granger residence?"

"Um, yeah. I-I mean, yes." A stunned Sophie replied, there was something about this person that seemed strange to her. Maybe, it was her strange, robe-like clothes, her harsh look, or maybe a combination of those and other things. No matter what it was it made the young girl nervous.

"Good. My name is Minerva McGonagall, I'm a Professor and I have a very important subject that I need to talk to you and your family about Miss. Granger. Now may I come in, this heat is unbearable."

"Yes Ma'am, but, can I ask my parents first"

"Naturally"

At that Sophie left the 'Professor' at the door way and went back to the dinning room to as she tried to figure out how to tell her mom and dad.

"Sophia, you're back. Well, who was it?' Her father inquired

"Apparently it's a 'professor' named Minerva McGonagall and she says she has something she needs to tell us"

"Then go get her." Mrs. Granger commanded. Needless to say her daughter complied.

At this point Hermione, who had been staring at her sister in confusion, was skeptical to say the least and thought she wouldn't like this woman, however when Professor McGonagall appeared in the room she couldn't help but respect this her. Then the visitor spoke up.

"I'm sure that your daughter has introduced me," she guessed correctly, "and I already know your names so let us straight to the point. I am here to give you an offer for your children places at the school for which I teach, but there are a few things I must tell you first. You understand"

All of the Grangers nodded to this even though the statement only seemed directed to the adults there.

"Excellent." Then she looked to the girls, "First I must ask you if either of you noticed anything strange that has happened in the past, at home or at school." Both soon had looks of concentration on their faces, but Hermione was the first to talk.

"Well, a boy at school called me a swot once-,"

"-and then I wished he had no hair, so he would be made fun of." Her sister interjected.

"The next day," said the brunette trying to finish her story, "h-he came to school bald."

"Now, why do you think that happened?" questioned Professor McGonagall

"I always thought it was coincidence, I mean his hair grew back, But Sophie thought it was well, I don't know how to put this-,"

"Magic. I thought it was magic. Okay." Hermione had been cut off by her, now apprehensive, sister.

"You were right. It was magic"

"What?" the twins shouted in unison

"Yes, it was magic and so were all of the other strange things I know that happened, you see I teach at Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry here are your letters of acceptance. Read them carefully and then I will be able to explain more clearly."

Their eyes widened with shock as they staired at the envelopes now in their hands. The only thing that either girl could think was something to the akin to:

'Hogwarts School for Witchcraftand Wizardry this is not happening, this is an extremely elaborate prank or, a really realistic dream. Yeah. That's what it is. It has to be.'

Extra info The basic facts about this 'event' are pretty well known throughout the world, but in case you don't know them, even though really you should if your reading this, here they are: #1. The family was under attacked were the Potters (Lily, James and baby Harry) #2. Voldemort (He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named) was there to get rid of said family for some, relatively unknown, reason. #3. (The most astonishing.) Lily and James were killed, which, by itself, isn't that surprising, considering that You-Know-Who has killed far to many people to count. However the real shocker was that because of his parents' valiant attempts little Harry actually managed survive and even deflected the Voldemort's curse upon the Dark lord himself in the processes. These tidbits of information would be useful for anyone to know.

Extra info. a Swot is a British equivalent of a nerd.

A/N: this is my first attempt at writing something other than a mandatory school essay, so please bear with me. Post Script: please give constructive criticism.