Title: Ordinary

Author: LaKwanda

Category: Romance, Humor, ect.

Spoilers: SS, COS, and POA

Rating: PG, at least for now. I don't know if Ollie will get his freak on yet.

Summary: Rachel Green is any ordinary girl, but when her mother disowns her and she finds herself in the middle of the total unknown at Hogwarts who will help see her through? No other then Oliver Wood!

Author's Note: I love feedback, and this being my first HP story I need it. So come on and review, you know you want to *wink wink*

Disclaimer: I don't own the rights to Harry Potter, trust me if I did Oliver would already have a spin-off book series, tv show, and tons of action figures.

Setting: A small town in Michigan, USA (and nothing's wrong with Michigan, it's a perfectly fine state Ruby *sticks out tongue*), and Hogwarts later on.

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The Girl Who Knew No Magic

Rachel Green was an ordinary girl. She wasn't ugly or a knock out. She had black hair, tan skin, and green eyes. Standing at 5'4" she was quite loud and boisterous. She had her opinions and wouldn't back down from any sort of debate what so ever. Whatever she set her mind to, she achieved with flying colors. Whether it was transfigurations or potions. She wasn't one to give up easily on something she believed in, but would drop anything on a dime if she lost interest in it. She had plenty of friends, but if you asked any of them they couldn't really tell you about her. She never found the communication between them fascinating. And wouldn't waste time on them. Naturally this made her seem distant and sometimes conceited. This wasn't true of course. She was really benevolent and a helpless romantic. Though all her 15 years she had never been kissed. It wasn't something she ever told anyone about, what with all the girls in her year always bragging about who they were dating or which guy they snogged during summer vacation. But she was waiting for the right moment and the right guy.

Her parents got divorced when she was 4 and her sister was 2. Her mom, sister, and she moved to America where her mom, a muggle, was originally from. She never saw her father after that, and whenever she brought the topic up her mom would bluntly ignore her. She remembered small tidbits of him. Such as his smile. She remembered how much she loved his smile. It was always a special thing when he gave her his approval with just a flick of his teeth. She could never quiet recall any distinct memories of being with her father. The only thing close was a dream of flying on a broomstick with him over a lake. She remembered brushing her bare feet over the water making tiny ripples as they flew. He had his hands on her waist to keep her from falling off.

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'Of course it was only a dream, because everyone knew that brooms can't fly.' she thought enchantingly of the dream she had last night as she folded a shirt that was on her bed. She and her mom had just got back from shopping for clothes for the up coming school year. She would be going to the fifth grade and was excited at the thought of being in junior high.

"Rachel! You got a letter!" Sammi said running up the stairs.

"Huh?" Rachel mumbled. She was rather confused. Nobody would send her a letter.

"Who is it from?" She shouted

"I don't know. I can't read still, remember." Sammi said appearing in the doorway. She handed the thick yellow envelope to Rachel.

"Oh, and mom says lunch will be ready in 10 minutes." Sammi skipped out of Rachel's room and down the stairs.

Quite curious at the fact she got a letter Rachel sat down on her bed. She read the address with confusion:

To: Rachel Green

2nd Largest Bedroom

1200 13th Ave.

SmallVille, MI 49858

USA

'How would anyone know where I sleep?' Rachel thought, getting a little freaked out.

She went to open the letter and noticed a crest of wax on the back.

'Who uses sealing wax now days' she thought as she ripped open the letter.

Two sheets of thick parchment fell out. She picked one up and began to read.

HOGWARTS SCHOOL

OF WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY

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Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore

(order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)

Dear Miss Green,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Before the complication of your move out of the country your name was already entered onto the list for the class of 1994. A portal through flu powder will be arranged for your arrival. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment. Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later than July 31.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress

Rachel dropped the letter in shock.

'What is all of this? Witches? Wizards? Of course this is all a joke. Sammi must have set it up. Wait... She can barely read, she could never write this.'

A sharp tapping noise came from the window. Rachel looked up to see an owl hovering outside. She let out a startling gasp and put her hand to her heart. The owl knocked on the glass again. She rushed over to the window and opened it. It landed on the coat rack near the corner of her room and stared patently at her. Rachel gazed at the owl wondering why it was there. Then it clicked "we await your owl by no later than July 31." It wanted an answer about the letter.

'This is way too strange.' Rachel thought shaking her head.

"Lunch is ready! Come down and eat!" A voice echoed through the house.

'I'll ask mom about this. Maybe she'll know what this is all about.'

"You just wait here, okay." She said turning to the owl. It nodded; which freaked her out even more.

She grabbed the letter and hurried down to the kitchen.

"Are you finished putting all your clothes away?" Her mom asked as she placed the last plate on the table.
"No, I got interrupted..." Rachel began.

"Was Sammi bothering you?" Her mom inquired while looking at her older daughter.

"No, I got a letter..." she paused wondering how to asked her mom if it was some joke.

"Really?" Her mom said interested, "Who was it from?"

"Um...it was from a school...."

"Did you get your schedule? I was wondering when it would come."

"No, it's not from a school near here. It's from, well, a school for witches and wizards..."

Her mom let out a soft wheezing noise and dropped the sandwich in her hands on to her lap.

"Oh my god," she mumbled, "I never thought it would happen."

"Thought what would happen?" Rachel asked extremely concerned with her mom.

Her mom took a deep breath a looked at Rachel. She clasped and unclasped her hands as she continued to stare at her. Suddenly, Sammi came in. She sat down at the table and took a bite out of her sandwich.

"Sammi, can you please take your lunch upstairs? I have to talk with your sister." Rachel's mom said glancing over at Sammi.

"Ooh, Rachel's in trouble." Sammi said in a singsong voice, as she skipped upstairs with her plate and glass of milk.

"Rachel, there's something I never told you... or Sammi. See your father wasn't a businessman, well he was but not the kind you think. He was... he IS a wizard. He the vice president of a company that makes..." she paused almost as if the words were too hard to say, "wizard candy. When he and I got divorced I decided it would be best if I never mentioned it. Because I had no guarantee that you would turn out like him. See they're not like you and me. They're... unnatural. Freaks if you wanna. Sure I saw the signs that you might be one of them. Like in the second grade when you turned your teacher's hair green. They said it was her hair dye but I knew it was you. Or when Sammi pushed you in front of that car, but you didn't get hit. See I knew you had powers and now that you know too we'll be able to stop them."

"What!? You knew that I might... that I might be a witch and you never told me? How could you!" Rachel exclaimed getting up from her seat. She made a move to leave, but her mom put a hand on her shoulder.

"Wait!" She yelled. She lowered her voice before she began again, "I didn't tell you because I didn't want to hurt you. If you knew that the reason why your father left me. The REAL reason not what I told you to keep your sister and you from hating him, you'd understand. But you're not ready for that yet. You're still too young, too innocent."

Tears poured down her cheeks as she attempted to regain control of herself. Rachel slid her arms around her and started rocking. She wasn't use to this kind of thing, to be the one to comfort her mom instead of the other way around.

"Just promise me Rachel. Promise me that you won't go." Her mom said her voice cracking from the emotion she held in.

"I can't... You can't ask me to do that." Rachel said overcome with guilt that she's the one who made her mom act like this.

"Then leave," her mom said pushing her away, "Go to your school, but I'll be damn if I'm a part of it in any way."

She stormed out of the room through the backdoor. Rachel stood in shock that her mom just walked out on her. Groaning she walked back upstairs to her room. Before she entered she heard giggling from her sister's room. Quickly a head popped out of the doorway.

"Now you're in big trouble." Her sister said practically dancing.

"Shut up you runt." Rachel said making a move to hit her. But Sammi had the door closed before she could. She went into her room and glanced around. The owl was still there, patently waiting for her to answer the letter.

"Sorry 'bout all the loud noise," Rachel said hesitantly patting its head, "That didn't go the way I thought it would."

She went over to her desk and dug through the draws, until finally taking out a piece of paper and a pen. She sat down and thought for a moment.

'What to do. Either I can say yes, piss off my whole family, and do something I've never done before. Or I can say no, make up with my mom, and live a normal life.'

Somehow the thought of trying to act normal after knowing all she knew now didn't seem too enjoyable. She took the pen and wrote the three letters to sign her fate. She went to give the owl the letter when she noticed the second piece of parchment on the floor. She picked it up and began to read:

HOGWARTS SCHOOL

OF WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY

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UNIFORM

First-year students will require:

1.Three sets of plain work robes

2.One plain pointed hat (black) for day wear

3.One pair of protective gloves (dragon hide or similar)

4.One winter cloak (black, silver fastenings)

Please note that all pupils' clothes should carry name tags

COURSE BOOKS

All students should have a copy of each of the following:

The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 1) by Miranda Goshawk

A History of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot

Magical Theory by Adalbert Waffing

A Beginners' Guide to Transfiguration by Emeric Switch

On Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi by Phyllida Spore

Magical Drafts and Potions by Arsenius Jigger

Fantastic Beast and Where to Find Them by Newt Scamander

Protection Against Evil by Merrilado Heggin

OTHER EQUIPMENT

1 wand

1 cauldron

1 set glass or crystal phials

1 telescope

1 set brass scales

Students may also bring an owl OR a cat Or a toad

PARENTS ARE REMINDED THAT FIRST YEARS

ARE NOT ALLOWED THEIR OWN BROOMSTICKS

'How will I ever get this stuff?' she sighed, 'not only would my mom never take me to get it, but now after what happened downstairs, she probably wouldn't even pay for it.'

Well that did it. She wouldn't have a way of getting the stuff she needed to go to Hogwarts. She took the reply, crushed it into a ball, and threw it into the garbage can on the other side of the room. It landed with a thug and she went back over to the desk.

While grabbing a clean sheet of paper she noticed a picture of her dad.

'Wait,' she thought, 'I can ask him for the money. Surely he'll know what to do.'

She began to dig through the drawers furiously. Papers were flying everywhere in an effort to find the address of her dad's house in London. She finally stood up triumphly holding a small piece of scrap paper with an address barely legible written on it.

"I'll write the reply to Hogwarts, then a letter to my father explaining everything. He'll understand." She said to the owl with pride in figuring it all out.

She went to the desk and wrote the answer to Hogwarts and gave it to the owl. Who flew over to the table and stuck out it's claw.

"Goodbye, you are a very weird animal." She said patting its head once more.

It flew out the window and Rachel watched as she saw the fate of her life slowly turn into a small dot in the sky. She sighed as she turned back to the desk.

"Now for the tough part. To write to a man her clearly didn't want her, nor the rest of her family, and ask him for money.' She thought as she picked up her pen and began a new chapter in her life.