~Hogwarts, 2191

Hogwarts has fallen into the hands of Slytherin.

Hufflepuffs have been reduced to mere slaves. The once loyal, helpful and kind house of Hogwarts is no longer.

Ravenclaw, the once intelligent, witty and accepting house no longer exists. What replaced said house is a huge group of withdrew wizards, having a hard time to accept each other, scared one of them may be a Slytherin wizard under disguise.

Gryffindor had it worst. Once a triumphant, powerful, courageous house, now, every single member of the Gryffindor house lived in pure fear.

The Slytherin house hated Gryffindor, for various reasons. Being part of the Gryffindor house used to be a huge honour for all students of Hogwarts, now it is a curse. A curse far worse than being slaves to the Slytherins.

Years after the death of Lord Voldemort, after Harry Potter along with all his friends and relatives passed away, the school crumbled. Salazar Malfoy, the most recent member of the evil family tree, has overtaken the school. Stepping and destroying the other houses, and reducing the value of every student outside of the Slytherin house to nothing but slugs.

The once proud house of Harry Potter, Neville Longbottom and Luna Lovegood is gone.

All gone.

~Jamieson H. Potter

"Get your worthless butt over here!" yelled Isla Dursley, my stepmother. I let out a sigh of frustration and left the small cupboard I call my room under the stairs.

I honestly want to get away from this house, to run and to be free instead of being a slave to my so called 'mother'.

"Yes?" I asked, hiding my annoyance. I wouldn't want to be punished for showing the fact that I'm annoyed, again.

I mean the punishment isn't that bad, not eating for 2 days isn't that big of a deal. Though it has affected my body quite a bit.

"We'll be leaving for a few days now to attend my brother's wedding ceremony-" Heck yeah! That means alone time for me. "Now, I don't want any more funny business coming from you. If I hear any more complaints about the neighbour's light flickering, them seeing things float in this house, or any more weird noises. Understand?" She stated, glaring at me.

I nodded, avoiding an eye-roll. It's not my fault those things happen sometimes! I mean it's not like I wanted to make the lights flicker. I've tried, I can't control it. Sometimes when I sit on the sofa, reading a book, things around me just float and hover. Then they come back down gently.

The neighbours here are snitches! They just can't keep things to themselves. It's not like the vases fly their way! Nor do the chairs.

I always get in trouble for things I didn't do, either from my stepbrother or these pesky neighbours.

I watched from the windows as the Dursley family entered the car and left. Finally, I'm alone.

What should I do? Read?

I've already read all the books.

Clean?

The house is clean enough as it is! If I clean it again I'd go mad.

I suppose all I can do now is just sit on the sofa and stare at the ceiling.

Which is exactly what I did for the next 3 hours.

You might be wondering, shouldn't I be at school? Shouldn't I be out with friends?

Well that's hard because one, I don't go to school. My stepbrother does, which I consider is unfair. I want to learn stuff too! I do sometimes sneak out from my little room to read my stepbrother's text books now and then.

Two, the neighbours don't let their kids come to my house. Apparently, they're afraid I'd do some stupid wizardry things to their kids. I would say magic doesn't exist, but then again after everything that has happened, I'd be an idiot to believe magic doesn't exist.

I'd rather not be what the rest of my family members already are, idiots.

As I laid on the sofa, keeping a steady breathing pattern, my mind began to wonder, while I ignored all the things that began floating around me.

Images once again appeared in my head. Images I am very familiar with.

A big, old castle standing on top of a hill. Ferries with lanterns were moving towards it. Oddly enough the ferries had no paddles, nor did it look like these modern day motor-ferries. They didn't look like manual ferries.

Then a familiar tune would play, E A, C B A, C B, G E. The place had a magical feel to it. Maybe it's a medieval castle? Or perhaps a wizarding school?

Letting out a sigh, a thought popped up in my head. One that has popped up far too many times.

I wish I was a wizard.

Hellu hellu, welcome to Taking Back Hogwarts.

I've tried to be as 'British' as I possibly could, but it's kinda hard honestly. This is obviously non-canon, the original characters such as Harry Potters, parts of the books such as Hogwarts, obviously belongs to J.K. Rowling.

Sorry for the super short first chapter, but this was all I could come up with without revealing too much.

P.S: If you're here from RotP Rewrite, sorry it's taking so long for me to update. I'm just trying to make every chapter as perfect as it could be.