Greg Sanders is a muggle-born wizard who befriends the Golden Trio. Dumbledore decides that they should go back in time so that they can see what it was like the last time Voldemort was at power,
Maurader setting, no slash, all good fun. It starts out as Greg getting his letter and gradually continues. HP/CSI
Disclaimer: Me no owny you no suey. But I owny the ploty
At The Library
A boy with short brownish-blonde hair looked up from his desk to the window where he heard a click, as if someone was tapping it lightly. It appeared to be a bird, an owl, actually. And it was carrying something in its beak. The boy walked over to the window and let the bird in. It flew down to his desk and landed on top of his English homework. The bird dropped the paper from its beak and flew out the window and into the night sky. The boy picked it up carefully thinking that it was a bit suspicious that an owl just flew in to give him a paper. But not any ordinary paper, a letter. And it was addressed to him. It was written in slanted in green letters:
Mr. G. Sanders
The bedroom on the second floor
12 Jackson Street
San Gabriel, California
United Sates
"Whoa" Greg thought aloud.
Then he started to get suspicious. 'Is someone stalking me? How else would they know my exact address? Well the phonebook would help, but how did they know I was on the second floor' He decided to open the letter and see what this was about. It read:
HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY
HEADMASTER DUMBLEDORE
(Order of Merlin, first class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock,
Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. Of Wizards)
Dear Mr. Sanders,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted
into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please
find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
A Ministry of Magic wizard will be at your house promptly
at 7:00 pm on July 30 to escort you to buy your things.
Term begins on September 1. We await your owl no
later than July 31.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall,
Deputy Headmistress
"This can't be real. Can it?", Greg thought aloud as he pulled out the said list of books and equipment.
It said that he needed a wand, and also a standard size 2 pewter cauldron, a set of brass scales, a set of glass or crystal phials, a kit of basic potion ingredients, and a telescope, the Hogwarts uniform that consists of plain work robes in black, as well as a plain black pointed hat, a pair of protective gloves, and a black winter cloak with silver fastenings and an owl, cat or toad. It also reminded him that someone was to pick him up after he returned his letter.
'No it defiantly can't be real. This has to be some sort of joke. Witchcraft, wizardry? Not possible it goes against science! But it sounds so real. What if I send a letter back saying that I want to go? But I'll have to ask my parents. But I'll need proof it really does exist. I should write that in the letter. But how will I get it back to them? It said owl them, but I don't have an owl.', Greg thought.
Just then the owl that dropped off the letter swooped in and hooted happily.
'wow that was convenient' Greg shrugged his shoulders and got out a notebook and pen and started to write his reply.
Dear Ms. McGonagall,
Thank you very much for sending me an acceptance letter to Hogwarts. I would really want to go. But I'm not so sure that it's real. And if I tell my parents I don't think they'd really believe me. If it is possible can we arrange for someone with wizarding skills to come to my residence and explain this to my parents. They really do like to know things ahead of time and July 30 only 2 days away from the start of term isn't what they will agree to.
Yours sincerely,
Greg Sanders,
Science Genius
Greg made to get the envelope but noticed he didn't know the address for McGonagall. He looked to the owl and it hooted assuring Greg that it knew where to send the letter. The last thing he did was address it to a McGonagall and give it to the owl. It flew off into the night for good.
Greg sat on his bed and thought ' did I really just send a letter to go to a wizarding school? Yes, I believe I did.', And soon he fell asleep.
Part 2
The week went on. Greg had done what he usually did and stayed in his room studying science. He didn't spend much time with anyone and was aspiring to be a scientist. He was only 15 and was the smartest kid in his class. It was Saturday and Greg thought that he was never going to get a reply. He went to look out the window to see if the owl was out again.
No luck. All he saw was a television glare next too his hedges. His parents and sister were downstairs in the living room watching their weekly television programs. And there was a cat, it was a silver tabby cat, that was pretty much all Greg could see about its description, nothing exciting just an ordinary cat. Oh, but it was so much more. (we all know that) The cat walked down the street and up to Greg's house.
'It's so thin. Must be hungry. It looks so cute, I should feed it.' Greg thought.
He went downstairs to the kitchen and grabbed some bread. He went to the front door and was surprised at who he saw. A rather tall, severe looking woman, with black hair drawn back into a tight bun was standing in his doorway wearing green robes.
"I suppose your Mr. Sanders?", She asked sternly.
This was certainly not a woman to mess with.
"Y-Yes. Are, uh, are you Ms. McGonagall?", Greg stuttered.
This woman was dressed very strangely and she could be anyone so Greg had to be careful.
The woman nodded curtly, "Well may I come in? We have much to attend to and I'd rather not do it outside during these dark times."
Greg stood back quickly and let the old woman in.
"Mom, Dad, I have someone here for you to meet!", Greg called into the living room.
"Take them to the kitchen till a commercial!", a man's voice called back.
Greg shrugged his shoulders and led McGonagall to the kitchen he could have sworn he heard her mutter something like, 'Just like potter's'. They got to the kitchen and Greg motioned for her to sit down in a chair around the island.
"Would you like something to drink or a snack maybe?", Greg asked kindly.
McGonagall shook her head no and proceeded to get to business, "A received your letter. Like most muggle-borns the rules and regulations of the Wizarding World have to be explained to your immediate family."
"Alright, well they won't be here for another 10 minutes. So what's a muggle? And before your said 'these dark times' what was that about?", Greg asked slowly.
He wasn't sure about the woman's health. She seemed pretty old and her brain might not register everything fast enough.
"I have perfectly fine hearing, Sanders so there is no need to speak so slowly. A Muggle is a non-magic person. And I'd rather discuss the dark times with your whole family.", she replied.
There was an awkward silence, only the sound of the television in the background. Soon the volume died down and Greg's family came in. His father walked into the kitchen with his sister and mother trailing behind him. As soon as his father saw McGonagall he stopped, making the rest of the family crash into him.
"Who is this Greg?", his father asked.
"This is Ms. McGonagall, she's because she wants me to go to her school, Bret.", Greg said bitterly.
McGonagall looked at him sternly as if telling him to be nicer.
'He's not my real father. I don't have to be nice to him no matter how nice he is to me.'
"Well if I have to pay, he isn't going." Bret said.
"Well please sit down and we'll discuss it.", McGonagall offered.
"Like I said I'm not paying"
"We already know you're a cheap idiot Bret. Now sit down and listen to what she has to say!". Greg shot at Bret.
Suddenly a chair whipped out of thin air and pushed on Bret's knees making him sit down. Then it brought him to the island next to Greg.
"Now if the other two will sit we will begin," McGonagall said gesturing to the two chairs next to her. "Thank you. Now the first thing I would like to talk to you about is what just happened. It is called accidental magic and it happens when a witch or wizard has a strong emotion. Please let me finish before you start asking questions.", she said as Bret was showing every sign of interrupting. 'more and more like the dursleys' , "Greg here is a wizard. He has been one since the day was born. You can not get rid of being one. Wizards who still attend school are not allowed to use magic. If they do they will be put in Askaban, the wizard jail. However, accidental magic does not apply. Muggles, like yourselves, non-magic persons, are not to know of the Wizarding World. For fear of exposure and then a scare that will send us into an even graver war. Yes we are at war though you are not aware of it. The Wizarding World is under attack by an evil Wizard who has returned to power to rule the world. It does sound cliché but when you think about it in the grand scale of things. The killings of Muggles and Wizards alike, disasters happening all around the world. But even if there is a war we need to educate our students and keep on fighting strongly. Your child here, Greg, is 15. That is a little late to enter Hogwarts but he seems bright, and if you allow him to stay with the best student in Hogwarts then he will be able to catch up on all of his work. It does not cost a thing to send him to this school and I will buy all of his needed school supplies.", McGonagall finally finished.
The whole family was wide-eyed even Greg. Being a wizard, going to some other person's house to learn magic and getting magical things was more than a bit to take in.
"Yes, right. So your saying that you'll take Greg away for the rest of the summer and a whole school year to a Wizard's school? What's it called, where is it, and when can he leave?", Bret asked.
"Bret!", Greg's mom scolded.
"What, Linda? I'm serious. The longer he's gone and the longer Sue is at her playmates, the more time we have together.", Bret said flirtatiously.
'oh please just give him his information before I kill myself. He's so disgusting. Alone time with my mom.'
"Its called Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. It is located in England. I am not able to reveal its exact location incase we are attacked. And he can leave as soon as right now.", she answered.
Greg's face lit up and he sprang up and ran to his room. The sooner he got out of here the happier he'd be.
A few minutes passed by and Greg came back with a duffle bag over his shoulders.
"Okay lets get going.", Greg said enthusiastically.
McGonagall got up from her seat and said goodbye to the rest of the family. Greg kissed his mother on the cheek and gave his sister a hug. They went out the house and stood on the doorstep.
"There's no car. So how did you get here? A broom?"
"How I wish I could still ride a broom. No, I walked here.", she replied.
"That's a lie there was no one on the street except for a little old cat."
"I was the cat Mr. Sanders but we must hurry. Someone might catch us. Come and hold onto my arm we will apparate."
"I understand what apparate is but how do we do it?", Greg asked.
"just hold onto my arm firmly. I will do the rest of the work.", McGonagall replied.
Greg did as he was told and no sooner did he feel a very unpleasant squeezing sensation, as though being sent through a tight rubber tube. Then it was gone and he was standing on a street much like his but the houses were much more similar. They were the same height and built the same way but they were all different colors and decorated in their own way.
"This way Sanders. Dumbledore always told me it isn't wise to linger around.", McGonagall said walking towards a yellow house.
"Dumbledore? He was on my letter. Headmaster right?", Greg asked.
"Precisly. You will be here in Ms. Hermione Granger Head Girl of Gryffindor. She is, as I have said, the smartest girl in her year.", she said knocking on the front door.
It opened and there stood a girl with brown eyes and bushy brown hair.
"Professor! I'm so glad you got here okay. Is this the boy? Greg is it? I'm Hermione Granger. Come in, so silly of me to keep you two waiting in the cold night. Welcome to london.", Hermione said rather fast.
She pulled open the door to lead us into a very nice home. As soon as you walked in it had a nice and warm feel to it. Somewhere a family would always have a fun time. Hermione led us to what seemed to be a kitchen and pulled out some chairs for her.
"So professor, Greg, would you like anything to eat or drink?"
Both shook their heads no.
"Hermione, tommorrow I will send Snape to pick up Greg to take him to get his things from Diagon Alley. For tonight he will sleep here. When he returns I would like you teach him the basics up till 5th year. I will owl you the last week of July to go to a secret location.", McGonagall said quickly.
She stood up turned and left the kitchen with a loud crack.
"Wow, is she always that quick, stern and serious?", Greg asked.
Hermione chuckled, "Yea she can be like that sometimes. So are you alright? I was a little 'weird' after I found out I was a witch."
"Oh I'm fine. A little surprised but fine. So do you have any books on the Wizarding World or something. I like to read up on things. I don't know why, I just like being informed.", Greg asked.
Hermione's face lit up like it was christmas. Another person to share her love of books. She led Greg to her room and pulled out a trunk form under her bed. When she opened it a bunch of books fell out. Not because it was messy, but because it was full! Greg practically dove into the trunk looking for a book. He pulled out one called 'Hogwarts, A History'
"That's a great book! I read it all the time. It has so much information about the school, past headmasters and the basics of the Wizarding World. If you want any other book just ask me and you can pick it out. But be sure to return them.Well I guess we should get to bed its already 10:00pm. You can sleep here in my room. You'll have to wake up at 6:00am if Snape is picking you up. So I'll come here to wake you up. If you need anything I'm just across the hall. Sorry this is going so fast but I promise I'll talk to you tommorrow.", Hermione said closing the door and going into the spare bedroom.
Greg looked around her room and saw awards for spelling bees and other academic things. This girl was smart. He stretched and laid on the bed with his hands behind his head, he kicked off his shoes and slowly drifted into sleep.
"Greg! Greg wake up! Oh come on, your starting to get like Ron and Harry! Wake up! Snape is coming in an hour!", Hermione's shrill voice lifter through Greg's ears.
"Oh, come on Hermione! Let me have 5 more minutes.", Greg yawned.
"No not 5 more minutes. Because 5 mintues will turn into 5 hours and we don't have that kind of time. Now up!", she said dragging him out of bed and to the bathroom, "Go and take shower, here's your bag, get dressed then come down for breakfast. And hurry we need to go over some things before he comes."
Greg strolled into the bathroom and did as he was told. 'Why am I always doing that? Doing as people tell me?', Greg thought. He walked down the stairs and into the kitchen.
"Honey I'm home!", He said.
"You watch to much tv. Now come and have breakfast. I have so much to tell you."
"Like what?"
"Well Severus Snape is coming to pick you up to help you buy your school supplies. Though I have no idea why hes doing it. He doesn't usually help anyone. Snape is a greasy git that no one likes. Hes evil but smart, and he used to be a follower of the Dark Wizard Voldemort. Don't give him a hard time though because he won't resist at putting a curse on you. I think he should be here in about five minutes.", Hermione explained.
"So greasy git that I don't mess with. What does he do? Like in life?"
"He's the Potions master at Hogwarts."
"Potions? Cool, I might learn to like this guy. Now who's Harry and Ron? You said I was like them.", Greg asked.
"You don't want to like that guy. And Harry and Ron are my bestfriends. And here comes Snape now.", Hermione said looking out the kitchen window to see a figure walkign towards the house.
It was rather odd to see a man with a hook-nosed, pale skin and black eyes and his greasy, shoulder-length black hair in the bright sun. He was wearing a black robe and it didn't clash well against the yellow sun. He knocked on the back door and Hermione got up from her seat to open the door. Before she could greet him he pushed the door open to its fullest and looked at Greg.
"Let's go Sanders, I haven't the time to be wasting here in this filthy house with the know it all.", Snape sneered.
Hermione rolled her eyes and nodded for Greg to go with him.
"Yes sir. Are we apparating there?", Greg asked.
"Sadly, yes. Now grab hold. I'm sure you've done this with McGonagall.", Snape said. And they were gone, on their way to Diagon Alley to buy Greg's supplies.