Peter was a normal seventeen year old boy living a normal life in Sunny California when he received a letter that changed his life. He is a muggleborns but since he was born in 1997 when Voldemort was in power, his existence was never recorded by the magical community. After years spent recovering from the war, people have finally started looking for – and finding – the missing muggleborns. Now, Peter and thirty other American muggleborns born in 1997 and 1998 have to catch up on their studies, and the American School of Witchcraft and Wizardry – Ardenaire – has started a summer program to try and catch them up before the school year begins. Will Peter be able to leave his life behind and embrace his magical side? How will he and the other new wizards handle their accelerated program? What will they do when pureblood elitists target their program, trying to keep them out of the wizarding community?


Author's Note: So, the other mudbloods are available for you to create a character for. You can submit an OC via review to be one of the muggle-borns they find and ends up in the summer camp. Have fun!


Peter sighed and rubbed his arm across his forehead, trying to wipe the sweat away from his brow. It was a hot summer day in California, early June, and he was working outside – again. He put down the box he was holding in the back of a long truck, pausing to appreciate the cool inside of the refrigerated truck. This summer job was driving him nuts, but he wanted spending money during his senior year of high school. Besides, if he wanted to take Jessica on any fun dates this year, he would need some pocket change. Not that Jessica wasn't willing to pay her own way – she was pretty cool that way, but it didn't change the fact that he didn't want to have empty pockets.

"Peter, hurry up!" Josh's voice yelled, and Peter looked up sharply. Josh, his boss, was tapping his foot impatiently from the inside of the air-conditioned store. Peter bit back an angry remark; he couldn't afford to lose this job. Even though it totally sucked, it paid fifteen bucks an hour, which was freakin' spectacular.

Peter jumped out of the truck to grab the final box and place it in the truck before pulling it shut and locking the door with a huge bolt. He walked inside, enjoying the blast of cool air when he opened the doors. He grabbed a rag and used it to wipe the sweat from the back of his neck before sitting down. He had spent an hour and a half loading that truck full of chocolate bars and cheeses, made in-house, that were going to be driven across town to their partner store on the southern end of San Francisco. Every day, he worked an eight hour shift that was basically unloading and reloading these trucks. Supplies came in, food went out, some food came in, so on and so forth. And he was just about the only docker who worked here, which meant it all fell on him.

Peter was glad he had a naturally athletic body and excellent stamina, even though he sucked at football. It not only made his job easier, but it also prevented him from being even more of a pariah. He grimaced slightly at the thought; he was, for all intents and purposes, a nerd at his school. Jessica and Nathan were the only two friends he really had... He was kinda weird. He liked reading books and playing video games (nothing beat a good three hours playing Skyrim), and he couldn't play sports to save his life. He liked chess and, up until sophomore year, he'd been really skinny and wore glasses. He had gotten contacts and filled out over the last couple years, but that couldn't make up for being shoved in a locker every other day freshman year.

"Next truck's here, get to unloading," Josh said, forcing Peter to come back to planet earth. Josh turned and left, heading to the back room, leaving Peter alone to unpack the next truck. Peter pushed himself to his feet, grabbed a bottle of water and drained it steadily. He crumpled the bottle and threw it in the trashcan, then pushed his way back outside. The truckdriver that had just pulled up unlocked the back for Peter to start unloading, hopped in the recently filled truck, and drove away.

Peter grimaced at the inside of his new truck. It didn't have air conditioning like the last one; this one was filled with metal doodads like cheese graters, knives, cutting boards, and more. The benefit of working in a cheese factory was the abundance of air-conditioned trucks... Unfortunately, a lot of people liked to buy things to cut the cheese, too, which meant trucks filled with hot metal.

"Excuse me, young man," a voice said, coming from behind him. He turned and saw a tiny old lady hunched over a cane, standing just outside the open truck. She was flushed with the summer heat, and her grey hair was put up in a bun to keep her neck cool.

"Oh, hello, ma'am," Peter said, hopping down from the back of the truck and wiping his hands on his jeans. "Can I help you?"

"Why, yes, I believe you can," she said, smiling. Peter noticed a gentle British accent to her voice and smiled back. "It's quite hot. Is there anywhere cool I can sit?"

"Yeah, follow me inside. You're from Manchester, right? You sound just like my mum," Peter said, leading her inside the cheese store. "I lost my accent years ago."

"You're from England?" she asked, her smile spreading as she pushed open the doors.

"Well, kinda," Peter said, clearing off a small table for her to sit at. "My dad's from here, originally. We moved back here when I was three, stayed here ever since."

"Oh, that's lovely," she said, beaming. "Have you enjoyed the states?"

"Yeah," he agreed. "Their schools could be better, but yeah."

She chuckled. "I quite enjoyed my school in England."

"Yeah? Where'd you go?" Peter asked. He knew Josh would probably go ape when he realized Peter wasn't unpacking the truck, but this woman was so nice and he didn't want to be rude. Besides, his shift was nearly over.

"Oh, you've probably never heard of it," she said. "Small school called Hogwarts. Made lots of good friends. There were bullies there too, Peter, but it was a good place."

"How do you know my name?" Peter asked, his brow furrowing.

"Oh, you told me, dear." She smiled, tilting her head slightly. Peter couldn't remember telling her, but then again, maybe the heat was getting to him.

"Oh..."

"Are you happy with your school here?" she asked. "If there was another option, would you take it? If, say, a boarding school nearby were to invite you to join them, would you?"

"Um, well, I don't know... Maybe? It'd depend..."

"Excellent," she said, smiling. The smile then faded from her face, tinged with regret. "I'm sorry about this, Peter, this is going to hurt a bit..." She reached up and put her hand on his forehead, then suddenly there was a bright flash of light and everything went black.