So... This is my first crossover fanfic and the first to upload on this site... Hope you like it ! :)
I do NOT own Harry Potter, or others that will be mentioned (Percy Jackson, The Hunger Games, Chronicles of Narnia, Lord of the Rings and there's more)
stuff and weird creatures
'So... Where should this Platform 9 3/4 be?' I asked.
'I don't know, mum said. You're the Witch now, Amber.'
Great. I'm the witch now. Like someone else was the witch before I got the letter. I looked around. The station was huge. Everyone was going somewhere, except us. We were stupidly standing between platforms 9 and 10, like we were waiting for some flying pig to fall from the sky. I didn't know it then, but I would regret this joke someday.
I looked at the wall and I saw a girl standing there with her parents. She had curly brown hair and big brown eyes. I was sure she was going to Hogwarts. She was wearing her robes.
I got closer to her.
'Hi! I said. Er... Are you going to Hogwarts too?'
'Yes, she replied.'
'So, uh, do you know how to get to Platform 9 3/4?'
'I think you just go through this wall. I've seen a boy and his mother doing running into the wall few minutes ago. I guess you just go through it.'
'It really doesn't look that good, I muttered. Oh, I'm Amber Vivianne Stone, by the way.'
'Hermione Jean Granger.'
'Nice to meet you. Are you a muggle-born too?'
'Yes, she said. But I've tried almost all the spells in the book and I could do them all, she said proudly. Can you cast any spells?' Clearly, we wouldn't be friends. I wouldn't admit it, but we were very much alike.
'Uh... Yes. Wingardium Leviosa. Lumos. Petrificus Totalus. Alohomora. I wanted to try Incendio, but I was afraid I would set the house on fire.'
Hermione Jean Granger smiled. Maybe she wasn't that bad.
'So... See you on the platform?' I said.
'Okay.' She ran to the wall and disappeared.
'Mum!' I yelled. 'We need to run straight to this wall.'
Fortunately, we didn't crash. We arrived on the Platform. Hermione Jean Granger didn't wait. Dad helped me with the baggage. As the train was leaving the station, I waved and then started looking for some empty seats. There. Only a blond guy, with two fat boys who looked quite stupid. I knocked and opened the compartment door.
'Can I sit here?' I asked, pointing towards an empty seat.
The blond guy looked at me. He seemed pretty smart.
'What are your parents?' he finally asked. What. A. Stupid. Question.
'Humans, why? Are yours unicorns?' I was starting to get angry, but I couldn't explain why. I slammed the door and left. But no more empty seats. I was starting to get tired when I finally reached an almost empty compartment. There were only two boys there. One of them had emerald green eyes, messy black hair and wore glasses. His glasses had oval frames. Mine were a lot more fashionable. Not that I cared too much or anything. The other boy had red hair, big, blue eyes and freckles. He seemed to be taller than me. I knocked and opened the door.
'May I sit...?' I asked. 'The train is crowded.'
'Sure', the green-eyed boy said.
I sat down and put my baggage under my seat.
'I'm Amber Stone', I said.
'Ron Weasley', the red-haired boy said.
'Harry Potter', the other one said.
'Nice to meet you.'
Ron looked like he was expecting me to start screaming or something like that.
'He's Harry Potter!' he exclaimed.
'Yeah' I said. 'And I'm Amber Stone.'
'Don't you know...?'
'Know what?' I was confused.
'Wait... What are your parents?'
'Oh, not you too!' I cried. So I had to tell Harry and Ron about the blond guy.
'I think he wanted to ask you if your parents are muggles or wizards.' Ron explained.
'Does that matter?' I was afraid. What if they couldn't accept me?
'No. Not for us, at least' Ron said. 'But there are some wizards who care about blood status. Mostly Dark Wizards. Like You-Know-Who.'
'I don't know who.' I admit it, I was a bit sarcastic.
'His name was Lord Voldemort' Harry said. Ron looked terrified.
'Why do you avoid saying his name?' I asked.
'Oh... He was the darkest wizard ever' Ron said. 'He killed many people, including Harry's parents' he added.
'Oh. I'm sorry.' I said. I was really sorry for him.
'And he tried to kill him too, but he survived. You-Know-Who sort of... Died. I hear he's still alive, in a hideous form.'
I was shocked. When I got the Hogwarts letter, I thought this world was wonderful, with no problems, I thought magic could solve any problem. And I was starting to realize I was wrong.
We chatted during the journey. The blond guy -whose name was Draco Malfoy- came to see Harry. One of his friends got bitten by Ron's rat, and the other slipped on the floor because of my slipping charm. I was proud of this. Hermione visited us too. She was looking for a frog named Trevor, which belonged to a round-faced boy, Neville. And that was about all. We arrived at Hogwarts and got into the castle by boat. We stood in a hall and waited for Professor McGonnagall, who took us to the Great Hall. The Sorting was starting and all we had to do was try an old hat. An old talking hat.
Both Hermione and Harry got sorted into Gryffindor. The house of the Brave. I didn't really know when the time passed. It was my turn.
'Stone, Amber Vivianne' McGonnagall called.
I started trembling. I walked towards the small chair and tried the Sorting Hat.
'You're smart.' a voice whispered in my ears.
'Thanks' I thought.
'Ravenclaw, maybe? House of the Smart. Or maybe Gryffindor... You're brave, too.'
'I'm not.' I thought. 'But will you please place me with my friends?' I asked the Hat.
'Fine' it answered. 'Then you'll be a... GRYFFINDOR!' it yelled. I was petrified. I walked to the Gryffindor table, where everyone was clapping.
The following days, everything went fine, but I was a bit disappointed. We started with theory. Theory, theory and theory. It got boring. The only class where we really did practice magic was Potions. But the teacher was horrible. He seemed to hate us all, especially Harry. At least I was good at Potions. But so was Hermione. He wasn't the nicest person in the world. At least he didn't say anything to me.
Then there was Neville. Hermione seemed way too proud to try help him, so I did my best. Once I tried to give him wrong instructions for a potion, but unfortunately Snape (the Potions teacher) heard my whispering and Gryffindor lost five points. The only person that really cared about that was, of course, Hermione.
Meanwhile, me and Harry became best friends. And there was Ron too, but he managed to annoy me from time to time. I get annoyed really quickly. Hermione and I often talked about books and homework. Both Harry and Ron were trying to avoid her- and I pretty much understood them. She was smart and sometimes really annoying. She seemed to learn every single word of every single book, and I sometimes wondered if she really understood that stuff. I made sure she heard me telling this to Ron.
I didn't even know when September and October passed. It was the Halloween, and we finally learned our first spell in the Charms class: Wingardium Leviosa. Professor Flitwick gave each a feather we had to lift. We had a partener, and I got Lavender Brown. She's a nice girl- the type you're friends with, you often talk to during classes, but you never get to be best friends. Ron was unlucky. He got Hermione. Harry got Seamus Finnigan, who was Irish.
'Wingardium Leviosa!' Lavender shouted. Nothing happenned.
'Wingradium Levitorcha!' Seamus said in front of me. His feather exploded.
'Wingardium Leviosa!' I finally tried. My feather got twenty centimetres up in the air.
Hermione saw me. 'Wingardium Leviosa!' she cried and lifted her feather thirty centimetres up. I lifted mine other ten centimetres. She lifted hers until she reached 65 centimetres. I got mine at 70. She tried 90. One metre. I lifted mine too. Ninety. Ninety-five. One metre... And five! Yes! But then Hermione got her feather higher. One metre and thirty centimetres, huh? No problem. One hundred and forty. One hundred and fifty. My feather was almost touching the ceiling. Hermione got hers up. It hit the ceiling and fell. I gave her a 'ha-ha-ha' evil look of mine.
'Wingardium Leviosah!' Ron said next to her.
'It's LeviOsa, not LeviosA!' she angrily turned to him.
Ron muttered something about a nightmare.
I didn't see Hermione at dinner that evening, so I finished eating quickly and went to the bathroom- she was probably there. I found her crying.
'What do you want?' she said.
'To say I'm sorry...?'
She looked at me. 'And why would you? You don't care about me'
'We could have been best friends' I said. 'But if you choose this...'
Right then, a loud noise interrupted me. Something huge was in the bathroom. It looked like a human, except it seemed to be stupid and it had really big ears. I was too terrified to move a finger.
'It's a troll!' Hermione screamed. I couldn't even scream. I was sure we would die. Then someone opened the door and Harry and Ron ran inside. Harry waved to the troll.
'WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!' I yelled. I pointed my wand towards the troll in a hopeless try. We were dead anyway. 'Petrificus Totalus!' I shouted. As expected, it didn't work.
'You know, these don't work for trolls' Hermione said.
'Oh really? I didn't realize that' I said. The troll crashed into some sinks.
'Wingardium Leviosa!' Ron yelled and the troll's beat (did I mention he had something like a beat in his hands?) hit its head. The troll fell over few toilets. Harry was on its back.
Water started spraying from broken sink, and for a moment I saw a tall woman with a silver circlet around her head. Her hair was brown-to-auburn, and, as she moved into the light, it became brown-to-dark-blond. Just like mine. She had brown eyes and she was wearing a short white dress. She had a silver bow on her shoulder. Then the image disappeared and I had to cast a spell to catch Harry, who was falling. I heard footsteps and McGonnagall, Snape and Flitwick enterd the room. Well, bathroom.
'What the hell did you think you were doing?!' McGonnagall exploded.
'It's entirely my fault, Professor' Hermione said. And that's how we got fifteen points for Gryffindor. And Hermione became our best friend.
I loved Hogwarts. After the troll accident, me and Hermione spent Saturdays together in the library or went on nice trips around the castle at night with the boys. We once stumbled upon a Cerberus. (A.N.: I know this isn't the order in the book, and some things didn't happen, but it's a fanfic!) Harry and Ron called it a three-headed dog, but I knew better. I thought I had seen something like this before, even if I couldn't remember when or where.
Hermione was sure the Cerberus was guarding something. Harry was sure it had to do something with Snape, though I couldn't imagine a teacher trying to kill his students. Maybe I was too used with the muggle world.
I was still thinking about that image in the water. The woman seemed familiar. Maybe she was a witch.
Meanwhile, Harry became a seeker in the Gryffindor quidditch team. Quidditch is a wizard sport, played on flying broomsticks. Don't ask me to explain, it's complicated. We had a lot of homework to do, and I was somehow glad the Christmas holiday was approaching.
In November, Harry had his first Quidditch match against the Slytherins. And we won! Yay! After the match we went to visit Hagrid- the keeper of the keys and Harry's friend. Of course, Harry and Hermione started questioning him about the Cerberus and what was it guarding.
'That's none of your business' he said. 'Now, Harry, the way you caught the Snitch...'
'Please Hagrid' Hermione pleaded.
'None. Of. Your. Business. This is Dumbledore and Flamel's problem.'
'And who's this Flamel?' Harry asked.
'I shouldn't have told you that.' I heard Hagrid saying.
Great. Holiday homework. Like my parents or Hermione's would know anything about Flamel. I laughed at this thought.
The first day of holiday came too soon. Me and Hermione got into the train and found an empty compartment. I could sense someone watching us from... The sky. Weird.
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P.S.: The next chapters will include other books & movies. You'll see. Hoped you like this one. I'd like to see some opinions on my OC. Thanks :) :*