Ch. 1

AN: Hello people of Fanfiction. I have another OC story here for you. Now before you read just know that this was an impullsive idea that I gt and I typed it all up lat night at 2 a.m. That being said I hope you enjoy it and please review if you want to read more.

Have you ever wanted to do something great but never had the courage to go through with whatever it was. Well that was how I was at one point but then one day I was thrown into one of my favorite books/movies. The wonderful world of Harry Potter.

I was just driving home after school one day when some idiot that was texting and driving ran a red light and t-boned me. Now that normally wouldn't have been so bad, except that texting dumbass was driving a big rig and completely destroyed the driver's side of the car. It was instant so I didn't feel anything, thank god for that. My family sued the driver and the trucking company and were set up for the rest of their lives, not that it dulled the pain any.

Any way I don't want to get too depressing, so I'll just get to the part where things start looking up for little old me… my names Daniel by the way. So as I was saying, I died and by some random chance I was transported to Kings Cross Station, just like in the second Deathly Hallows movie.

"Hello there," I heard a woman's voice say behind me. I turned around with a sad smile on my face, because hey I just died. The woman was quite beautiful with black hair, and a dark blue medieval type gown with gold trimming.

"Uh hi. So umm if this heaven or purgatory or…" I asked the woman.

"It is what you would call a crossroads," She said as she began walking towards me.

I fixed her with a confused glance. "What do you mean a crossroads?"

"A place where you can choose whether to continue to the afterlife, or go on living as another," she explained to me.

"Wait so another chance at life? W-Why," I asked."

"If I am going to be completley truthful, then this second chance will not be a, walf in the park, as people say now. It will be a very chanllenging journey and you may not survive," she told me.

I tilted my head and stared at her for a second after she said that, "Lady you need to work on your sales pitch."

"I did not wish to lie to you. I think that it would have been counter productive," she said with a chuckle.

"Well at least you're not lying to me ," I said in relief. "so let's say that I'll go where you want to send me, were will you be sending me?"

"I will be sending you to a place where I come from, I believe you know of it as the 'Harry Potter Universe.'"

I lost it, my jaw dropped and my heart was beating faster than ever and that's saying something considering I had just been in a car accident where I had died, although I guess it wouldn't have been beating very fast since it you know… stopped, or got crushed, your choice.

"S-so you're saying that I get to go into Harry Potter, and be a part of it," I said feeling joy, excitement and fear all collide within me.

"Correct."

"As a wizard?'

"Yes."

"That… that is awesome," I said not being able to come up with any other adjectives.

"So you accept going," she asked.

"Yes," I said without hesitation.

"Good. Now you will be entering at the beginning of Potters third year. Your story, which I will put in your head along with the basic curriculum from the previous years, is that you are an orphan who never got their letter delivered and have been recently found by the Ministry."

"Wait before you send me off, why are you sending me, what made me so special?" I asked the woman.

"My magic chose you. Out of all of the souls that were dying, it chose you," she replied.

"So just dumb luck then," I said and I shook my head. "So where do I begin?"

"At an orphanage in the small town of Little Hangleton, at the beginning of July, so you have two months before school starts."

"Voldemort's parent's hometown, nice," I said as I recalled the name of the town. "When do I leave?"

"Now," she said as I started to spin.

"Wait! I never got your name!" I yelled.

"Rowena Ravenclaw," she yelled as everything went black.

When I woke up I saw that I was in a dark room, laying on an uncomfortable bed. I looked around and saw that there was no one else in the room with me. Just me, a small desk with no chair, and a small foot locker. I got out of bed and went through the foot locker to see what I owned, which consisted of seven British pounds, two button up shirts, one black one white, two pairs of black slacks, and two different pairs of shoes, trainers and dress shoes.

"Well it's better nothing," I muttered as I looked at what I was wearing, a pair of holey sweats, and a dirty white T-shirt. 'Hmm, wonder when I'll get my Hogwarts letter,' I thought.

'A professor will becoming by later today to make arrangements with you. In the mean time I suggest you speak to a man named Frank Bryce to find employment," Ravenclaws voice said inside my head making me jump.

"Rowena," I asked out loud.

'Yes, I can talk to you in your mind to help guide you,' she said.

"This is really cool," I said with a large smile on my face, but then suddenly dropped. "You won't be here the whole time will you or…"

'I know when to leave you to your own devices,' she said quickly.

"Okay good to know. But Frank Bryce? Doesn't he die in the fourth book?"

'It is a life you may be able to save.'

"Okay sounds good," I said as I put a button up and a pair of slacks on.

I had gotten permission to leave the orphanage for the day and went to see Frank Bryce. I remembered that people had hated him in the town because they had blamed him for the murders of the Riddles which he did not commit. I figured that I would go and get a job as a helping hand to Frank since the book had said that he had trouble with his leg ever since he served in WWII.

I got to Riddle Manor, which had an ominous feel to it, and went to the smaller house in the back where Frank lived.

I knocked softly on the door and didn't hear anyone move around. "Hello, anyone home."

"What do you want," a gruff voice said from behind me. I turned around and saw the man Frank Bryce, standing there with a shovel in his right hand and a bucket in the other.

"Uh hello sir, I- I'm from the orphanage down the road and I was wondering if you needed any help around here, I could really use the money," I said hating the fact that I sounded really pathetic with my thirteen year old voice.

Frank for his part just scoffed, "You want a job so you can just steal the keys and have you and your friends drive me crazy."

"Please sir I hate those bastards, bunch of stuck up idiots if you ask me. Please I need this job," I begged.

Frank stood there and thought about it for a second. He looked at me and made a grunting noise. "Fine I'll hire you. You start tomorrow, and the job pays like crap, just so you know."

"As long as it pays," I said as I shook his hand. "I'll see you tomorrow."

I was on my knees at my desk shuffling a deck of cards that I managed to find in the drawers of one of the desk in my room when there was a knock at my door.

"Daniel may I come in, there's someone here to see you," one of the caretakers asked.

"Of course come on in," I said as I put a rubber band around the cards.

A blonde woman came into the room followed by… Holy Crap! McGonagall just came into my room. Oh my god this is awesome.

"Daniel this is Professor McGonagall. She said that she would like to have a word with you," the caretaker turned to McGonagall and whispered, "Would you like me to be here?"

"No we'll be fine," McGonagall said in her Scottish accent.

The caretaker left us and McGonagall took a seat on my bed while I just was on my knees.

"Hello Professor, my names Daniel, it's nice to meet you," I said as I held out my hand for her to shake, which she did.

"It is nice to meet you as well young man," she said. "Now I am here today to tell you that you have been accepted into the school where I teach. The school is called Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."

I put on my best 'confused face' and looked at her, "Wait Witchcraft and Wizardry? Like spells and dragons?"

"Precisely, we wish for you to come to our school however I'm sorry to say that you would have gone sooner, but what helps us find magical children simply did not find you until this year," McGonagall said.

"How do I know that you aren't lying to me," I asked figuring that there had to be some skepticism.

"Well perhaps I could show you," McGonagall said. "Why don't I give you a chair to use at your desk?" And without another work she took out her wand and conjured a comfy looking desk chair out of thin air and even though I was expecting something magical, it was still amazing to see.

"When do I start," I asked in amassment.

The rest of the summer had passed rather quickly. I had asked McGonagall if I could earn some extra money before I went to Diagon Alley, which she agreed to and told me that she would be coming to take me on August twentieth.

I had worked my ass off with Frank, and made some pretty good money, so I was sure that I would be able to buy a few extra things that the muggle scholarship that I was on didn't cover. When the twentieth of August came I was ready to go on a little wizard shopping spree.

"Now the bronze ones are Knuts, and there are twenty-nine Knuts in one Silver Sickle, and seventeen Sickles in one Galleon," McGonagall explained as we got my money. There was thirty galleons in the muggle scholarship which was just enough to pay for my books and wand, but the money that I had made with Frank should be able to let me buy a few extra books.

"So where to first Professor," I asked as I looked at the list of required materials.

"Well you may get your wand while I get some of the other Materials on your list," she suggested.

"That sounds great, thank you Professor," I said gratefully.

I entered the wand shop and saw that no one was there, so I assumed that Olivander was going to try and scare- Thump! Yup there it was.

"Hello there," Olivander said as he got off of the moving ladder that he rode in on. "May I have your name sir?"

"Uhh, y-yes of course sir. My name is Daniel, sir, Daniel Lovage," I said using the name that the orphanage had given me.

"May I see your wand arm," he asked, and I held out my right arm. Using the tape measure that tickled my nose a bit. He nodded and went into the back of the room and dug around through different boxes of wands until he came back to the front of the store with a few boxes. "Try this one, Laurel with Dragon Heartstring, thirteen inches swishy, good for charms," He said as he handed me the wand. I forced a bit of my magic through the wand which… set fire to a vase of flowers he had on the counter.

He snatched the wand out of my hands and quickly put out the fire. "No I don't think that one will do." He put the wand back and gave me a few others, all of which didn't work.

"Hmm, ah I believe that I have one that may work for you," He said as he gave me another wand. "English Oak Dragon Heartstring, fourteen and a half inches long, brittle, good for may different types of magic."

As soon as I touched the wand I knew that this was the one. It felt like it was made exactly for me and it went together with my magic perfectly. Pushing a bit of my magic through the wand sparks flew out of the tip bringing a smile to both my and Olivanders face.

"Well I do believe you have a match," the wandmaker said. I thanked Olivander and paid for the wand. As I exited the shop I saw that McGonagall hadn't returned yet so I decided to try and find Flourish and Blotts to try and find my books and maybe a few extras. As I walked I couldn't seem to find it, but what I did find made me stop in my tracks.

There in front of me, sitting at an ice cream place, was the Golden Trio. Harry Potter, Ronald Weasley, and Hermione Granger. They were all there. I was two seconds away from having a total geek out. I wanted to talk to them but I knew that I couldn't just go up and say 'Hi I know who all of you are! Can we be friends?' I had a good feeling that it wouldn't work. So I just decided to go with asking for directions to the bookstore.

Gathering up my courage, and putting on my best lost puppy look, I walked up to the table where the trio was sitting.

"Uhh excuse me I-I'm sorry for interrupting you but umm, I was wondering if you knew where Flourish and Blotts is," I asked them.

Hermione looked up first and gave me a quick smile before answering. "It's right over," she said pointing at a building on the other side of the Alley.

"What never been there before," Ron asked me. "You look like you're in your third year at Hogwarts."

"Uhh, well I'm going to start in my third year but this'll be my first year at Hogwarts. Something about a one in a million chance of the tool that they use to find magical kids not finding me at age eleven instead thirteen," I said sheepishly.

"Really, so you're a muggle born," Harry asked.

"Uhh yes?" I said pretending to not know what it meant.

"Sorry, muggle born is someone born with non-magical parents," he explained.

"I'm muggleborn then."

"Where you from?" Harry asked me.

"Little Hangleton. I grew up in the orphanage there."

"You're an orphan," Ron asked to which I nodded, "Are your parent's dead?" That earned him a hit from Hermione.

"Ron you can't just ask that," she told him harshly.

"No it's ok," I said. "They're not dead, they just left me at the orphanage, at least that's what the staff there say."

"Sorry mate," Harry said with a sympathetic look.

"Ah it's not your fault, but thanks. I'm Daniel by the way, Daniel Lovage," I said as I held out my hand for them to shake.

"I'm Harry Potter," Harry said as he took my hand.

"I'm Hermione Granger," Hermione said as she followed Harry's example.

"And I'm Ron Weasley," Ron said loudly.

I sat with the three for a bit, hearing them tell tales about their previous two years at Hogwarts. I told them a bit about my childhood which was basically my actual childhood just modified to fit the whole orphan story.

After a while I said goodbye and made my way to the bookshop. However before I left Harry told me that I could sit with them on the train. I was in.

When McGonagall found me again I had finished buying my books along with a few extra, like a book on combative magic, wand lore, and Hogwarts: A History. I figured there had to be some reason that Hermione loved the book.

McGonagall had gone and bought me most of my things, like a cauldron, then we finished by getting my robes and she let me stay in the Leaky Cauldron until September first when the train left.

I basically spent the rest of the summer in my room reading through the course books trying to get a head start on the course work. I was never a really studious person but then again all I ever did was regular school work, now I was going to Freaking Hogwarts! I'll be damned if I'm not in the top five in my year!

Platform 9 ¾ was absolutely amazing! The sight of all of the magical families saying their farewells, the train sitting on the tracks, everything was amazing. I quickly climbed on board and found the compartment that Lupin was in. Putting on my best shy face I spoke up with a timid voice.

"E-excuse me sir," Lupin looked up at me," I was wondering if I could sit here? I'm new and I don't really know anyone, so I was wondering if I could sit here?"

Lupin smiled at me. "Of course, come sit."

I moved into the compartment and put my trunk in the rack above me. I sat down and pulled out a book as Lupin arranged himself in the corner and went to sleep. I had arrived a bit early, maybe thirty minutes, just to observe all of the magical families that arrived.

When the Weasleys, plus Harry and Hermione, showed up I got excited at the fact of hanging out with them. I quickly pulled out my Hogwarts: A History and began reading hoping to impress a certain bookworm. Yes I have a huge crush on Hermione, and I wish to have a relationship with her if possible. I don't care if it screws up the way things happen, I would simply like a shot.

When they showed I didn't look up or greet them, I simply continued reading the giant book. Once they were all settled in the cabin, they were silent, unsure on how to begin a conversation with me here. After a few minutes, I made up my mind on breaking the ice myself.

"So I heard, that there's this Potter kid who's pretty famous," I said, holding back a smile.

"Really," Harry asked, unsure at what I was getting at.

"Oh yeah, I'm surprised you haven't heard about him. Supposedly he kicked this Dark Lords ass when he was a baby. No one knows how he did it, but my guess would be some sort of ancient magic's were defending him… that or it just wasn't his time to die. Whatever it was, the kid must be a stubborn little bastard, I heard that there's been two more attempts on his life and the kid hasn't died yet," I said with a smirk as I peered up to look at them.

They had small smiles on their faces, as Ron even let out a chuckle.

"So you know now," Harry said.

"Yes I do."

"When'd you find out," Hermione asked.

"About two seconds after I entered the fiction section of the bookstore," I told them with a small smirk. "At least I thought it was the fiction section. There was a girl, I'd say about five, and she said that every story was actually true. And if she was right, then wow, I had no idea that you saved ten Unicorns from a charging herd of giant spiders."

The compartment broke out into laughter while Harrys face turned a deep shade of red. With the tension of the compartment broken I went back to my book wanting to finish the part about Helga quickly when Hermione cleared her throat, making me look up.

"Is that Hogwarts: A History," she asked with a bit of hope.

"Why yes it is," I said as I showed her the cover.

"Why you reading that rubbish?" Ron asked which earned him a smack in the arm from Hermione.

"Because it's really interesting and I wanted to know more about where I'm going to be staying for the next couple of years," I explained, right before I pulled out a bookmark.

"How are you not completely board reading that stupid thing," Ron asked again.

"It's actually really interesting. I mean Gryffindor and Slytherin were friends, until Slytherin started talking about banning muggleborns from the school. But then again you have to take into account that there were a crap ton of witch burnings happening," I told them. They stared at me in shock as I explained a summary of the first ten chapters.

"I think we found another Hermione," Harry joked.

AN: So there it is. I plan on it just being someting that I can do on the side when I'm not writing any of my tow major fics. So anyway, if you liked it then review and I'll see you all next time. ~Pacco1