A Land of Enchantment
Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns all of the characters used in this story except for Lauren. She owns all the ideas, except for the unique plot I have written. The song was from the movie hocus pocus, and was in no way my creation.
Authors Note: This is my first story of my series, I hope all of you will enjoy it. I will try to post a new installment every week, so check back regularly, and R/R!!
Harry Potter was about to begin his fifth year of school at Hogwarts, school of witchcraft and wizardry. He was traveling by broom over to Ronald Weasley's house because his aunt and uncle, Petunia And Vernon Dursely had snapped his wand in two. Luckily for Harry, in his latest years as a wizard, he had only gotten stronger, so he could perform some magic without his wand. He had unlocked his trunk and put it in a feather lite bag that one of his best friends, Hermione Granger had given him for his birthday. He flew on his firebolt over the magical city of London at night. He knew, however, that he would not be seen because he had taken the precaution of wearing his invisibility cloak.
Harry knew he could just buy a new wand, but in recent years he had gotten rather attached to his own. He had almost lost it the previous summer at the quidditch world cup, when death eaters scared everyone half to death. He had gone up against Lord Voldemort, the dark wizard of the time, more than once, and won. Harry Potter had come to rely on his magical items, and was not feeling good about parting with one of his most treasured ones. His wand had been the brother wand to Voldemort's and that fact had saved him last year, but, now it would not. Harry knew all too well from Ron, that broken wands were hard, if not impossible to fix.
Harry flew into site of the burrow, the weasley's house, and saw an orange room up three levels and on the side of the tilting house. He flew around to that window and looked in to see his friend Ron reading a book on the Chudley cannons. He was on the outside, looking in, and wondered if that was the way it would always be. The Weasley's were very much so like his family, but, Harry wanted to just have a real family. A mother, a father, maybe even a sister or a brother. But, he knew that none of this would ever be possible.
Every night, in the Dursely's household, he had prayed for someone to love him, because, of course no one did. Dudley was a bully to Harry, and made everyone in school hate him, so Harry's school life was terrible, always being teased for being so skinny with such large hand me downs. At home, or, the only thing he could call a home, Harry was treated like a rat, and a servant, while Dudley sat like a big, giant horse, eating everything in sight. Now, don't get me wrong, Harry was never once jealous of Dudley, except for the one thing Harry wanted the most, a family. The Durselys were definitely not family, to them, Harry was simply, an obligation, a rat that they wished they could call the exterminator on.
Harry decided the summer air was getting rather chilly, so he flew into Ron's room with a slight tumble. "Harry?" Ron sounded amazed. "What are you doing here? Not that you aren't welcome of course." Ron blushed, realizing he may have sounded a bit rude and abrupt.
"Well, Vernon snapped my wand in two, so I flew here, using a few quick enchantments on the way, knowing that I'd get away with it, because, of course, where would they send the owl. Dumbledore had said that I needed to go there first, and so I did, but now I'm here, and glad of it too. I hope its not an inconvenience though."
"Of course not, Harry! You can even have the top bunk here if you want. You know my mother would think that you were her son if it wasn't for the fact that you don't have red hair and freckles like the rest of us." Ron smiled, and Harry saw a friend for the first time since he had left King's Cross station at the end of last term. "Cmon, we'll go tell mum your here, and have her set an extra plate at the dinner table."
Ron looked excited to see a friend almost as much as Harry did. Little did he know that from around 4000 miles away, someone else was wishing for the same thing.
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Lauren McCleary woke up at 2:00 am, not being able to sleep at all. She had tossed and turned, but could not get the dream off of her mind. She could barely remember what it was about, but it was like she was seeing the world through someone else's thoughts, and eyes. It was troubling because she had never had anything like that happen to her before, and the thoughts were not happy ones either.
Lauren was home for the summer. She had to keep most of her life a secret from all of her muggle friends. She went to the small, secretive school of Sabrinth school of wiccans and witchcraft. It was a small school, well hidden in Loveland, Colorado. It housed only 70 students, about 1/4 of what was rumored the great castle of Hogwarts had. Lauren was transferring to the majestic school for her last three years of wizarding school.
She was looking forward to it, but she just hoped that she wouldn't get lost in the big crowd. She had never been one for that, and had been very outgoing in Sabrinth. She had been doing her reading and decided that she would probably do the best to be in Gryffindor, but her second choice would definitely Ravenclaw. In Sabrinth she had not been the best student because she had not taken her studies seriously. But she knew that it was time to buckle down if she wanted to go anywhere in the wizarding world. Her biggest goal was to become either the editor of the Daily Prophet or a professor at Hogwarts.
Now that Lauren was thoroughly exhausted, she just put her head on the pillow, closed her eyes, and drifted off into a dreamless sleep.
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Harry had met all the Weasleys again, and had a wonderful dinner, the first good one he had had since the last dinner at Hogwarts. There was chicken, mashed potatoes, and pasta, along with the best pumpkin juice Harry had ever had. For desert Mrs. Weasley had made Harry's favorite, Banana Cream Pie. After Dinner, Harry was so stuffed, and still very tired from his flight over here, that after playing a game of exploding snap with Ron, Ginny, Fred, and George, he went straight to bed.
He had lots of thoughts on his mind. For instance, why had Dumbledore made him go to the Durselys first of all. This, other than a name, was the thing weighing on his mind the most. The name he could not get out of his head, for a reason he did not know, was Lauren, Lauren McCleary. Harry didn't think he had known her before. The name was like a shadow, or a ghost. Somewhat like remembering a childhood friend forgotten until now. He still could not get the weight of either problems, or that of what evil Voldemort can do now, off his mind. So he asked Mrs. Weasley for a sleeping potion, and, luckily, with no questions asked, but a worrying look, she gave it to him.
He lay down, took it, and fell right to sleep the moment his head hit the pillow. However, his sleep was not all that dreamless. He had a dream where he was watching Hermione and another girl, with blonde hair and blue eyes, sitting in the Gryffindor common room. He tried to talk, to ask them what was going on, of course Hermione would know, but no, this was a dream, they weren't real anyway, but, he could not talk. It felt as if the dream were a T.V. show, and someone had pressed the mute button. He then saw a flash of green light, and a lightening bolt, and the dream was over, and he didn't have another dream the whole night.
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Lauren had gotten to sleep well, and woke up feeling refreshed, but with a song in her head, that didn't seem to stop playing. It went like this:
Come little children,
I'll take thee away,
Into my land of enchantment
Come little children
The times come, to play
Into my garden of magic
The song was beautiful, yet, mystical. She could figure it out, It was as if someone was playing games with her mind. But she tried to concentrate, and decided that it was just a result of excitement, because, today, she was flying to London, on a muggle airplane of course. She got ready for the day, her bags already packed. They had been packed for two weeks already. She had arranged a place to stay in Hogsmeade, with her, father, Sirius.
Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns all of the characters used in this story except for Lauren. She owns all the ideas, except for the unique plot I have written. The song was from the movie hocus pocus, and was in no way my creation.
Authors Note: This is my first story of my series, I hope all of you will enjoy it. I will try to post a new installment every week, so check back regularly, and R/R!!
Harry Potter was about to begin his fifth year of school at Hogwarts, school of witchcraft and wizardry. He was traveling by broom over to Ronald Weasley's house because his aunt and uncle, Petunia And Vernon Dursely had snapped his wand in two. Luckily for Harry, in his latest years as a wizard, he had only gotten stronger, so he could perform some magic without his wand. He had unlocked his trunk and put it in a feather lite bag that one of his best friends, Hermione Granger had given him for his birthday. He flew on his firebolt over the magical city of London at night. He knew, however, that he would not be seen because he had taken the precaution of wearing his invisibility cloak.
Harry knew he could just buy a new wand, but in recent years he had gotten rather attached to his own. He had almost lost it the previous summer at the quidditch world cup, when death eaters scared everyone half to death. He had gone up against Lord Voldemort, the dark wizard of the time, more than once, and won. Harry Potter had come to rely on his magical items, and was not feeling good about parting with one of his most treasured ones. His wand had been the brother wand to Voldemort's and that fact had saved him last year, but, now it would not. Harry knew all too well from Ron, that broken wands were hard, if not impossible to fix.
Harry flew into site of the burrow, the weasley's house, and saw an orange room up three levels and on the side of the tilting house. He flew around to that window and looked in to see his friend Ron reading a book on the Chudley cannons. He was on the outside, looking in, and wondered if that was the way it would always be. The Weasley's were very much so like his family, but, Harry wanted to just have a real family. A mother, a father, maybe even a sister or a brother. But, he knew that none of this would ever be possible.
Every night, in the Dursely's household, he had prayed for someone to love him, because, of course no one did. Dudley was a bully to Harry, and made everyone in school hate him, so Harry's school life was terrible, always being teased for being so skinny with such large hand me downs. At home, or, the only thing he could call a home, Harry was treated like a rat, and a servant, while Dudley sat like a big, giant horse, eating everything in sight. Now, don't get me wrong, Harry was never once jealous of Dudley, except for the one thing Harry wanted the most, a family. The Durselys were definitely not family, to them, Harry was simply, an obligation, a rat that they wished they could call the exterminator on.
Harry decided the summer air was getting rather chilly, so he flew into Ron's room with a slight tumble. "Harry?" Ron sounded amazed. "What are you doing here? Not that you aren't welcome of course." Ron blushed, realizing he may have sounded a bit rude and abrupt.
"Well, Vernon snapped my wand in two, so I flew here, using a few quick enchantments on the way, knowing that I'd get away with it, because, of course, where would they send the owl. Dumbledore had said that I needed to go there first, and so I did, but now I'm here, and glad of it too. I hope its not an inconvenience though."
"Of course not, Harry! You can even have the top bunk here if you want. You know my mother would think that you were her son if it wasn't for the fact that you don't have red hair and freckles like the rest of us." Ron smiled, and Harry saw a friend for the first time since he had left King's Cross station at the end of last term. "Cmon, we'll go tell mum your here, and have her set an extra plate at the dinner table."
Ron looked excited to see a friend almost as much as Harry did. Little did he know that from around 4000 miles away, someone else was wishing for the same thing.
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Lauren McCleary woke up at 2:00 am, not being able to sleep at all. She had tossed and turned, but could not get the dream off of her mind. She could barely remember what it was about, but it was like she was seeing the world through someone else's thoughts, and eyes. It was troubling because she had never had anything like that happen to her before, and the thoughts were not happy ones either.
Lauren was home for the summer. She had to keep most of her life a secret from all of her muggle friends. She went to the small, secretive school of Sabrinth school of wiccans and witchcraft. It was a small school, well hidden in Loveland, Colorado. It housed only 70 students, about 1/4 of what was rumored the great castle of Hogwarts had. Lauren was transferring to the majestic school for her last three years of wizarding school.
She was looking forward to it, but she just hoped that she wouldn't get lost in the big crowd. She had never been one for that, and had been very outgoing in Sabrinth. She had been doing her reading and decided that she would probably do the best to be in Gryffindor, but her second choice would definitely Ravenclaw. In Sabrinth she had not been the best student because she had not taken her studies seriously. But she knew that it was time to buckle down if she wanted to go anywhere in the wizarding world. Her biggest goal was to become either the editor of the Daily Prophet or a professor at Hogwarts.
Now that Lauren was thoroughly exhausted, she just put her head on the pillow, closed her eyes, and drifted off into a dreamless sleep.
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Harry had met all the Weasleys again, and had a wonderful dinner, the first good one he had had since the last dinner at Hogwarts. There was chicken, mashed potatoes, and pasta, along with the best pumpkin juice Harry had ever had. For desert Mrs. Weasley had made Harry's favorite, Banana Cream Pie. After Dinner, Harry was so stuffed, and still very tired from his flight over here, that after playing a game of exploding snap with Ron, Ginny, Fred, and George, he went straight to bed.
He had lots of thoughts on his mind. For instance, why had Dumbledore made him go to the Durselys first of all. This, other than a name, was the thing weighing on his mind the most. The name he could not get out of his head, for a reason he did not know, was Lauren, Lauren McCleary. Harry didn't think he had known her before. The name was like a shadow, or a ghost. Somewhat like remembering a childhood friend forgotten until now. He still could not get the weight of either problems, or that of what evil Voldemort can do now, off his mind. So he asked Mrs. Weasley for a sleeping potion, and, luckily, with no questions asked, but a worrying look, she gave it to him.
He lay down, took it, and fell right to sleep the moment his head hit the pillow. However, his sleep was not all that dreamless. He had a dream where he was watching Hermione and another girl, with blonde hair and blue eyes, sitting in the Gryffindor common room. He tried to talk, to ask them what was going on, of course Hermione would know, but no, this was a dream, they weren't real anyway, but, he could not talk. It felt as if the dream were a T.V. show, and someone had pressed the mute button. He then saw a flash of green light, and a lightening bolt, and the dream was over, and he didn't have another dream the whole night.
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Lauren had gotten to sleep well, and woke up feeling refreshed, but with a song in her head, that didn't seem to stop playing. It went like this:
Come little children,
I'll take thee away,
Into my land of enchantment
Come little children
The times come, to play
Into my garden of magic
The song was beautiful, yet, mystical. She could figure it out, It was as if someone was playing games with her mind. But she tried to concentrate, and decided that it was just a result of excitement, because, today, she was flying to London, on a muggle airplane of course. She got ready for the day, her bags already packed. They had been packed for two weeks already. She had arranged a place to stay in Hogsmeade, with her, father, Sirius.