Welcome!

You are about to begin reading a fanfic that I was begged to write from my younger cousin, whom while watching Harry Potter with me, found my side comments apparently very humorous.

I'm writing this just to have fun, and I realize I'll switch some things up.

I'm NOT Harry Potter obsessed, but I enjoy the books all the same.

However, this will be more movie-verse than book-verse, seeing as I don't really want to reread all the books again (though I may end up doing so anyways)

I do so hope you'll enjoy reading this, as much as I enjoy writing it.

Rating: PG

Summary: Meeting the characters

Disclaimer: Nay, the only thing I own is my brain. And sometimes I lend it out to people ...

Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don't matter, and those who matter don't mind. - Dr. Seuss

Muggles.

They were such wonderful creatures.

Ice cream, marshmallows, ponies, mustard, shiny things, Toblerone, beach balls, pointy sticks, frog hats, sodas, pop rocks, buttons, electricity, sidewalks, popcorn, cheese Danish, moving picture TVs, CHEESE (I do love cheese), rainbows, butterflies, jelly beans, sour gummies, chairs that spin, loud obnoxious music that make old people scowl, cake, sprinkles, shiny things, acorns, any type of chocolate (except dark chocolate, I'm not a particularly big fan of dark chocolate …), tooth paste, shaving cream, guinea pigs, tiny carrots, potato salad (potatoes anything really, being Irish and all, I do love potatoes), pickles, food dye, shiny things, socks, lamp shades, marbles, cows, ranch dressing, sticks meant to hit people, underwear with cute designs, exclamation points, arrows, rocks, fish, string, stuffed animals, leashes, sporks, finger paint, temporary tattoos, board games, shiny things, glitter (and glitter glue!), pop tarts, pepper spray … And many many other wonderful things. Like shiny things. I do like shinies.

Despite the fact that the Wizarding world has many of these items, I will be the first to admit, the Muggles just do it so much better.

I was raised amongst muggles most of my life, my father being a muggle, I didn't learn until I caught my neighbor on fire (he was being mean) that I was something different.

I then learned that my mother was a witch. Shocking.

Turned out she was a pureblood.

Yay me …

Me? Who IS me?

I am the magnificient, the awesome, the powerful, the lovely, the short (I prefer the term fun sized), the clutzy, the oblivious, the half-blood …

SONYA!

I also have a younger sibling. A happy go lucky prancing fairy.

No, not really.

That might make her more bearable though.

Taylor is just your average tween.

Short (shorter than me! Hahah! (For how much longer I don't know …))

Smiley

Brainy

Looks nothing like me

Flowery

Red-headed (where she got the gene for that, I've no idea, I'm a blonde …)

A year younger than me

Fun to pick up and throw (she reminds me constantly that all her bruises are because of me … bwhaha …)

Skinny (I'm kind of round, where she packs all her food at, I'll never know)

And I'm extremely protective of her. I like throwing rocks at people that I think may be threatening to her

She never forgave me for scaring away her crush in first year …

But enough of me, you know too much already, I may have to kill you.

And murder is a SIN.

So is stealing, but that cookie was taunting me.

It demanded to be eaten.

I was merely complying with its last wishes.

ANYWAY …

This is my tale, of HOGGIDY-HOG-WARTS!

I shall spin the tale of my lovely arrival to meet some of the most famous people to the Wizarding World.

I stood on the famous train platform of 9 ¾ and stared at the huge steam engine that would provide me transportation.

I was staring at my doom.

Well, not literally, but it came quite close.

I had originally been going to Beauxbaton, that stupid snobbish school for the French people. My sister is in the year below me. Our on-going inside joke was calling it Butt-Batons.

After insulting enough girls and cursing too many times in German, my parents decided to transfer us (mainly me, I'm such a miscreant (not really …))

I refused to move to America, and I didn't want to be one of the only females in Durmstag, so that only left one other school.

Hogwarts.

In Scotland.

Thrilling …

We had a permanent residence in Germany, and so, really I could've decided to go to whatever school I felt like.

Mum was a scrapper, and insisted I go to Durmstag.

Dad is a bit more mellow, and wanted me to learn how to be more of a lady, so he chose Beauxbatons.

I didn't like either, and I actually considered Hogwarts when I was thinking of what school to go to.

But alas, I really didn't have a say in it, and Dad won the argument.

And so it was, that Sonya and Taylor Hildebrand attended Beauxbatons.

It was an absolute nightmare.

Most of the girls that went there were bred and born, diehard French people.

And they had the most annoying accents.

I think the best part about France were the baguettes.

Being the only sane person there (and I say that in the loosest of terms), I had quite a few squabbles with the other girls.

I was too short, my hair too spikey, my feet too large, my nose too round, blah blah blabbity blah blah, and so on and so forth.

I didn't particularly care what they thought of me, but I simply had too much fun insulting them back. Especially when it came to their intelligence.

Not much beauty can do when taking a stinging curse to the face.

At least I found it funny.

The others weren't as amused.

Well, other than Taylor. She laughed along with me. Bless her soul.

And so, to avoid any more fights and trips to the Headmistress, I was transferred.

I wasn't really all that dismayed that I was going to Hogwarts, but I wasn't keen on the idea of having to meet new people and attempt to make new friends. Or rather, attempt to insult less.

Alas, all the same, I would try.

I was told by quite a few people that I was a bit odd, and standing here spinning around on one foot, I was getting a few stares. Even Taylor scooted a few inches away, trying to not look in my direction.

Traitor.

I was waiting for my uncle to come and get us. He was certainly taking his sweet time. Must be the pureblood arrogance, he must feel the need to be 'fashionably late'.

"Excuse me, are you okay?" I heard someone ask from beside me.

Stopping my spinning, I stumbled a bit and came face to face to a boy that looked around my age. He blushed a bit and backed up, giving me back my personal bubble.

"Oh yes. Please, don't mind me, I'm just hunting elephants." I answered back, raising an eyebrow.

The poor boy stumbled back a bit further and looked at me like I was insane. He wasn't all that far from the truth I'm sure. Taylor glared at me.

Groaning, I rubbed my face and waved my hand for him to come back. I smiled at him before apologizing. "I'm sorry, that was silly. Yes, I'm fine thank you. I'm just waiting for my Uncle to come by and greet me before I get onto the train."

He smiled back, and was about to say something else, but then he stopped and paled as he looked behind me. Spinning around, I smiled and jumped forward, giving the person a hug.

"Draaaakey! It's been much too long!"

He would've fallen on his butt if it wasn't for me holding him up. He was making an odd choking noise.

"Sonya, do be a dear and stop choking my son." I heard a deep voice request. Letting go of Draco and allowing him to fall, I smiled up at my Uncle. Taylor lunged at Draco on the ground and tackled him in a hug.

"Uncle Lucious! C'mere you big lug, gimme a hug!" I moved forward with my arms out spread, but he pressed his cane against my chest and prevented me from moving. Pouting, I stared up at him and widened my blue eyes to give the impression he had hurt my feelings. He stared at me for a few seconds, before rolling his eyes and lowering his cane. Squealing, I stepped forward and hugged him.

"It amazes me to this day you act with such exuberance when you see me." My Uncle muttered as he hugged me back.

"She should be proud to get along with her pureblooded family, not many would be … as generous as us." I heard Aunt Narcissa scoff from behind my Uncle. I knew there was a reason I liked my Uncle better than my Aunt, my Uncle treated me a lot better than Narcissa did, even if I was only a half-blood.

I stuck my tongue out to remind her I didn't much care for her.

She glared back.

"Do try to get along dears. Now then, how is Cassiopeia?" My Uncle asked before my Aunt and I could start argueing.

Taylor finally let Draco back up, and after dusting himself off, he cautiously stepped behind his mother and tried to remain out of our line of sight.

I hmphed before I answered. "Our mother, who may I remind you is the twin sister of Andromeda, who I shouldn't have to say is related to –cough- Narcissa –cough- is doing quite well thank you. Mum and Da are happy that I, and I quote, 'are allowed a fresh start at school, and a better chance to be accepted by people my own age.'" I scowled a bit at the end. Mum was so worried I wouldn't make friends.

"And I couldn't let Sonya attend this huge new school all alone! So I insisted to come with her! Won't this be so fun Draco?" Taylor spoke up for the first time since we had gotten on the platform. Draco tried to shrink smaller behind his mother, desperate to not be included in the conversation.

I was chuckling at my cousin before I heard a gasping sound behind me, and as I glanced back, I was reminded of the nice boy who had stopped me earlier.

Smiling, I stepped back and pulled him into a one-armed embrace before stepped back up to my extended family.

"Well then, we'll just grab our bags and be on our way with my lovely new friend here. Thank you for stopping by dear Uncle Lucious, Aunty Narcissa. I'll see you at school Draco." I pulled my trolley along with my other arm and quickly escaped with the boy whose name I still did not know. Taylor pulled her trolley along with us and waved frantically at our extended family as we left.

"Oh thank you, you were the perfect excuse to be able to retreat before I had to trade pleasantries with Cissy." I gushed out. I released the boy as I pulled my bags onto the train.

"You're, re-related to, those-those horrible people!" He asked, making another gasping noise. Taylor made a snorting noise. I think she was trying to cover up a laugh.

"Indeed. Lucious isn't so bad. Draco doesn't act too badly around me because I punched him on his 13th birthday. Aunty Cissy is an entirely different matter though, she's not too keen on being related to me, nor I to her." I explained.

Turning around, I set a bag down and held it out to him. "Hello there! My name is Sonya Hildebrand, and this is my younger sister Taylor. What's yours?" Taylor dropped a bag and also held a hand out to him, grinning like a fool.

He stared for a few seconds before shaking himself out of his stupor and moved to take both of our hands and shake them.

"Neville. Neville Longbottom. Pleased to meet you."