1 Chapter 1 ~ The Muggle

Victoria was an ordinary ten-and-three-quarter-year old girl with an extraordinary dream. She dreamt that she could get away from this world, and dwell in a place where things were strange and different, unlike the plain world she lived in now.

Victoria was a very tall girl, with small, no-framed glasses and long, straight brown hair. She wasn't the smartest girl in the world, but she was very adventurous. Perhaps that was why people didn't like her so much.

Her parents, who "accidentally" had her, put her away in a private school for girls so that they'd only have to see her during Christmas, Easter, and summer holidays. Victoria dreaded this school; it was full of smart girls, who had lots of class and didn't like Victoria because she wasn't as smart. They also didn't like her because they declared that she was "strange".

The reason they declared her strange was because of the odd things that she did. One day during dinner, the most popular girl in school, Clarice, decided that it would be such a laugh to "accidentally" throw her dinner on Victoria. She went up to her when Victoria was almost finished and threw the plate at her; it was good aim; but, suddenly, amazingly, the plate had suddenly turned and around and hit Clarice in the face, making her the laughing stalk of the school. Victoria, however, had also remained unpopular; people were saying that she was odd and full of darkness. Victoria thought it was absurd.

Victoria had also ruined the Hallowe'en Ball, where the boys from the nearby private school were actually invited. Many of the boys were sniggering and laughing at Victoria when told that she was stupid and unpopular. Then they decided to do a little prank. Two of the boys would pretend to like her. One of them would try to dance with her, while one would try to get her a drink. They would get into an argument and when Victoria tried to settle them down the second boy would throw the drink in her face. The prank worked perfectly, until the part where the boy would throw the drink in her face. The cup was right in front of her face (with the boy still holding it), when the boy had become frozen solid. The cup was still in her face, the juice threatening to come out, but the boy and the cup with it has become frozen. Victoria had been charged with four weeks detention as the boy was dragged away to the hospital, but as Victoria explained constantly, she swore she didn't know what had happened.

Finally, after a long year it was the end-of-the-year in June ("Thank God," thought Victoria), and the train that took her from her private school to King's Cross had arrived. Everyone was saying goodbye to their girlfriends and giggling about the boys from the opposite private school next to theirs while on the train. Except Victoria. She was readjusting her glasses and carrying stacks of books and homework she had been assigned for the holidays. She had no friends so she couldn't say goodbye to anybody. Nobody even took a second glance at her.

Although Victoria was very unpopular, she wasn't at all ugly. Her hair stuck in front of her face, and her glasses made her face even more hidden, but she was slightly pretty. Her parents took no notice, however; when she got off the train at Platform 9, they hadn't greeted her; they took her baggage and shoved it into the trunk and drove off without a word.

She didn't mind, of course; she was used to being unpopular. The only person who wanted to talk to her was her next-door neighbour, Amelia, who went to a public school. They only saw each other during the Christmas, Easter, and summer holidays, but when they did, they had the best time together. They were both very adventurous and had no doubt that they was another world waiting for them, full of enchantments and magic far beyond their imagination.

On the fourth of July, three days before her eleventh birthday, she had been playing with Amelia in their backyard, selecting a few sticks from the big stack of firewood and pretending that they were broomsticks.

She was lucky that she had a high-fenced backyard; otherwise her next-door neighbour's son Thomas would be prowling around and laughing at them.

Victoria and Amelia never knew why people always thought they were strange. They just had an imagination, and either people who were stupid to recognize that, it just wasn't acceptable, or Victoria and Amelia really were strange. Victoria didn't think she was thought.

"And here's Amelia riding on her brand-new Firebolt!" Amelia exclaimed, zooming around on the long stick, curved and shaped like a broom. She had chocolate in her hand since that was their snack for the day.

"Firebolt?" Victoria questioned. "How'd you think of that?"

Amelia shrugged. "I don't know…just sounded like a cool name to me."

"All right then!" Victoria smiled. "Here's Victoria riding on an identical Firebolt! They're both in a race…"

"No! A game!" Amelia suggested.

"Yes, a game…" Victoria agreed. "…by the name of…."

"Speedy Broomsters!" Amelia cried.

"Are you kidding me?" Victoria laughed. "That's a ridiculous name!"

Amelia popped the chocolate into her mouth, and tried to do an impression of Victoria. "Whar you quidding me?" Amelia mocked through a mouthful of chocolate while still flying around on the broomstick. "That's wa ridiculouth namth!"

"That's it!" Victoria exclaimed. "Quidditch!"

"Quidditch?" Amelia asked, swallowing the chocolate. "All right then!"

Victoria and Amelia began to play their little game of Quidditch, but while they were playing, Victoria couldn't help thinking, "This doesn't feel like it's made-up. It feels like it's actually real. What if it is?"

"VICTORIA!" her father called from inside.

"Yes father?" Victoria called back, throwing the sticks aside. If her parents had ever found out that they were using firewood for broomsticks and wands there'd be hell to pay.

"It's time for tea!" her father hollered.

"I'll see you later," Victoria waved as she hurried inside.

Victoria settled herself down for tea in her large manor. She sat herself down in her usual large chair, which was so large that it made Victoria look like a very young baby. She cleared her throat since in her family, teatime didn't necessarily mean sit down for some crackers and tea. It meant discussing what the days events were.

"What did you do today, mother?" Victoria said in a singsong voice.

Her mother sipped her tea casually, swallowed slowly, and began. "Well, I was out assisting the gardener in the front of the manor, and I noticed that our next-door neighbours, the Malfoys, had gotten a new front patio." Victoria stopped listening and began to think of the Malfoys.

They were very secret, and explosions and yells could always be heard from inside the manor whenever someone walked by. The Malfoys had a young son named Draco, who was very handsome, but Victoria had never talked to him before. He was never home during Christmas and Easter holidays, either; just during the summer. Victoria figured that he was probably in a private school as well, but one where you had the option of staying there during the Christmas and Easter holidays.

When Victoria stopped wondering and thinking her father had already began. "…and Smelters comes up to me and punches me in the face! And I said, 'Hey look, you bloody prat, this is a football game, not wrestling' through a bloody nose and he gets sent off with a red card. I get a penalty shot and I SCORE 3-0 for France!"

Victoria's father was a football player for France, and he was always playing football. "So…what did you do Victoria?" her mother said regretfully, as though dreading to hear the answer.

"I was playing in the backyard with Amelia," Victoria replied simply, not wanting to share the details.

"And what were you playing in the backyard with Amelia?" her mother pressed on.

"Um, tag," Victoria invented. She looked down at her tea, as though fascinated by it and hoped her mother wouldn't continue to ask for details.

"And who was 'it'?" she asked.

"Um…Amelia was it most of the time, I kept running as fast as I could," Victoria lied, now staring down at her empty teacup.

"What else did you play besides tag?" her father asked. Victoria sighed deeply. Her parents weren't fascinated in her at all, but always wanted to know everything during teatime.

"Nothing else," Victoria insisted, as though trying to make them stop. "We just played tag."

"Surely you must've gotten bored," her mother told her. "Playing tag for over four hours must have been boring."

"It wasn't," Victoria said with a slight sharpness in her voice. She wished and hoped that they would stop, but they just seemed to be loaded with questions.

"Are you lying to us, Victoria?" her father asked.

"Are you being too nosy, father?" Victoria snapped.

"Don't you dare talk to your father that way! You're grounded!" her mother hollered.

"But…but…" Victoria spluttered. "It's not my fault! It's your fault! You're the ones who always wants to know about my fascinating life, which isn't at all fascinating! Maybe you should pay attention to me the rest of the day, and stop aggravating and bugging me!"

"Stop that THIS instance!" her father roared. "Go to your bed – now!"

Victoria felt her forehead swelling up. She hated her parents more than anything in this world. She looked at her empty teacup, and suddenly it rose up in the air, like her temper was, and flew against the wall. SMASH! The teacup smattered into a hundred pieces before their eyes. Victoria watched in amazement. How, all of a sudden, did the teacup rise without anybody touching it?

Her parents seemed just as amazed. They eyed each other carefully in awe, and looked at Victoria. They both pointed to the stairs. "UPSTAIRS TO YOUR BEDROOM! RIGHT NOW!"

Victoria walked as quickly as she could up to her bedroom. She had never gotten so angry in her life. Her parents didn't even greet her after almost a whole year of not speaking to her, and then they wanted to know exactly what she did that day, pressing on and on? Victoria couldn't tell them the truth of course, they'd get too scared of the truth. They wouldn't want their daughter inventing things and pretending to fly on broomsticks. They wanted a perfect daughter. "Well, a perfect daughter they're NOT going to get!" she thought as she stalked into her large room.

She plopped herself onto her large bed and put her head into the pillows, as though attempting to strangle herself. But all she was doing was thinking. Thinking of that teacup. "What happened?" she wondered. "I didn't do anything to make that happen…or did I?"

She turned herself to face her enormous window, which opened up to a balcony. Her parents were extremely rich, but right now she didn't want to have parents. She wanted another life. "A life in another world," she sighed. "If one exists." Little did she know, there was one that existed, one that wasn't far from her enormous window.

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Hello! This is the first chapter to "A Muggle & A Wizard", which will be a story about Victoria and the gorgeous Oliver Wood. For those who are wondering, Victoria is definitely NOT a Mary Sue, and I don't intend her to be one. She is not popular, she doesn't have any friends (except Amelia) and is not perfect. You'll find out more about that soon.

Please, no burns or flames because this is the first chapter and I assure you it will get better as Chapter 2 comes up (and I hope that will be soon). The chapters won't be that long since I have other stories to worry about as well, but I hope that you enjoy it.

Please read and review! I deeply appreciate that!