Diclaimer, I love J., but I am not her. Usually just her characters and places would belong to her, but my OC does too. Her parents, Owen and Mandy, are both from her series, and I simply threw them together and made them have too children, so basically it's all hers XD I'm thinking of changing Elizabeth's sisters name, though, because Twilight completley ruined the name Alice for me. This fanfic is from my OC's POV. I'm trying not to make it too lovey-dovey and throw in some action, but I'm no J.. It consists of Rose x Scorpius and Albus x OC, and I'm a new writer, so don't judge me! Also, it says Romance and Action, but I'm also trying to throw in some humor. It's based off of the books 1-7, and if I acidentally make movie-refrences, I'm sorry. Watching the movies kind've threw off my knoledge of the books. Annnnyways, enjoy!
Elizabeth Cauldwell And the sister wardrobes Chapter 1: The Absent Letter
A thrashing resonated from the second floor. An aggravated Elizabeth woke with a start. "What in heaven's are you doing up there?" She called.
Nobody replied. She got up, yanked a comb through her hair, slipped on her bathrobe, and headed for the stairs. All she could hear was the voice of a familiar boy, as well as her older sister, Alice, giggling.
Elizabeth rolled her eyes, stormed up the last flight of stairs and quickly swung the door open. Inside was a boy with bright red hair and freckles, all the way down his long face. It was Fred Weasley.
"You're George Weasley's son, aren't you? What business do you have here; wouldn't your family be worried?"
"Nah, they're heavy sleepers. Shouldn't be up 'till noon."
"Hey, Liz! Freddy here is selling me some tongue toffees. I tried putting one in the closet and the boggart went crazy!" Alice breathed.
"Well, could you keep it down? Mum, dad and I are trying to sleep and it's already four in the morning!" She scowled.
"Well…" Alice pondered sarcastically.
"Ugh!" And just as she left she overheard a chorus of "You sell love potion?"
Elizabeth and her family weren't the same as a normal family; they were wizards. Even though muggles (non-magical folk) hadn't noticed them for years, witches and wizards have been living among them since the beginning of time. Most wizards and witches went to schools to learn how to use their magic properly, and lived to work somewhere in the magical world.
Elizabeth hadn't started school yet, but she had visited Diagon Alley enough times to know what 'tongue toffees' were. They were invented by George and Fred I Weasley, one of which was deceased. The toffees made a persons tongue grow up to four feet long. The twins had started a joke shop in Diagon Alley, where wizards and witches alike went to restock on goods, such as potion makings, or broomsticks. Elizabeth and her family had once gone to their joke shop, Weasley's Wizard Wheezes, but Elizabeth's father refused to with them; he had too much work to do at the ministry.
As much as she missed seeing her dad more often, Elizabeth was glad that her parents wouldn't be at the Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry—Elizabeth's school—the day she got sorted. If she had gotten sorted into Slytherin house in front of them, she would have been unbelievably embarrassed and ashamed of herself. Both her mother Mandy and her sister Alice were in Ravenclaw, her father Owen in Hufflepuff. Her best friend, Rose Weasley, was raised in a family of Gryffindors, so chances were against her that they would be in the same house.
It was July 29th, and she still hadn't gotten her acceptance letter yet. What really worried her, was that she needed to reply to the letter in two days, or she couldn't come to Hogwarts. What was it that kept them from giving her her letter? Had she been born without magic? Or was Hogwarts simply full of students? Her mind was showering with questions, and every one answered was another step away from her solution. She told her mother that she had gotten the letter and list of things to buy, but that she had lost it on the way back from the Weasley's house one evening. If that were truly the case, she wouldn't have been nearly as worried; at least she would have known she got in the school to begin with. Her mother said she would go shopping with her anyways, and would buy the books from Alice's first year list; she couldn't guarantee everything she needed was on it, however.
She felt bad for not telling her mother the truth, but what else could she do? Though she knew she shouldn't have been, she was still excited to go shopping for her first wand. For all she knew, maybe the letter got sent to the wrong house because of a confused owl.
Elizabeth collapsed back in bed and fell asleep effortlessly. She dreamt of a young girl with strawberry blonde hair and big green eyes. She wore an old pink jacket with stone-washed jeans and a rainbow belt. There Rose stood, along with a young boy with blonde hair that somewhat emphasized his pointed chin. He wore a dark coat, buttoned up to his throat. The boy seemed to be glaring at yet another boy with dark, scruffy hair and deep green eyes. The young blonde boy turned to gaze at Rose with admiring eyes, yet conscience of the boy beside him. Then, before he could speak, a mysterious, rusted wardrobe with bronze handles and peeling paint, appeared directly in front of Rose. A pale, boney hand reached out of the closet and grabbed her by the cuff of her shirt, and she was pulled inside the opened doors of the wardrobe. The two boys were taken aback by shock, but immediately were found searching the wardrobe inside and out. They looked around the cluttered room everywhere they could manage, but they couldn't find her; Rose was gone.
Elizabeth woke with a start. She felt cold wet drops of sweat trickle down her forehead. She swung her legs off the side of her bed and made her way through the short, wide hallway, and into the kitchen. There sat her mom in her light purple bathrobe, drinking coffee from an old mug. The mug fashioned a picture of her mother and father, young and laughing with their old Hogwarts friends. Behind her mother's seat and to the left stood Owen, twirling his coffee with his wand while too occupied by reading the Daily Prophet to see that his coffee started to glow a faint orange.
"Um…Dad… Your coffee…" Elizabeth started. He looked down as though it pained him to stop reading the article 'Medicines Made for the Misshapen Muggle.' When his eyes first reached the glowing coffee, he was too slow to react. Then, he gradually started to realize what had happened. "My heavens, this is the third time this week! Last time I drank coffee in this condition, I couldn't sit still for more than a few minutes!" He started mumbling his favorite curse words under his breath. He guided the coffee to the sink, and with a flick of his wand, the cup was emptied and filled again. Before he could think about what he was doing, he started twirling and reading once more.
Elizabeth looked around the room, but she couldn't remember what it was she was looking for. Then, as the thought occurred to her, she ran to the front door to see if the mail had come. There, she found a stack of letters that had come that morning and vigorously pulled them apart from one another, searching desperately for the one letter she sought most. To her utter disappointment, no letter of the sort lied in her trembling hands. Just as she began to bring the mail inside for her parents, a single owl, with broad brown feathers, and a white spotted stomach, flew onto the next door neighbor's windowsill. The owl then dropped a single letter on to their porch, which, to her amazement, contained an enormous amount of letters there, all stamped with a single scarlet red wax seal. The owner of the home, Mrs. Draymen, clutched the letters with her over-sized hands and glowered at what she had received. She looked up at the owl and told it: "For the last time, I don't want these ignorant prank letters! Go, shoo!"
Elizabeth stared at the letters with complete surprise, and as Mrs. Draymen started to walk off with the letters in her hand Elizabeth ran outside, and did what she could to stop her. "M-Mrs. Draymen! Wait, please! I think I know who sent you those prank letters. They're my friends, so I'm very sorry for them doing this to you. I'll be sure to tell them not to. If I could just have those letters…"
"Oh, very well then. I find it astonishing, however, that kids such as themselves could train an owl to deliver things. What wonders the young folk can do these days…" She walked over and placed the letters in Elizabeth's hands, which were now shaking with excitement.
"Are you all right dear? You seem a bit distraught. Don't worry; I won't get your friends in trouble, so long as they leave me alone." And with that, she walked back into her open door, and closed it shut behind her. An excited Elizabeth began to walk back to her house when she looked in her neighbor's window; Mrs. Draymen was searching owls on Craigslist.
Alrighty then! This is my first time writing a fan-fic, so I'm sure it's not, well, very good. But, I'm open for suggestions, and I hope that even though I'm new, my reading of countless fan-fictions will pay off! Send in some reviews, I'm looking forwars to your comments, good or bad!