Author's Note: Yes, I am well aware that my shipping does not match J.K Rowling's, but I like this version better so you can get over it. Now that that's out of the way, hi! Yes, I realize that this chapter is sort of boring, but bear with me as I set out to make the next chapters much more interesting. Just so you know, this is a third generation Harry Potter story (It will include Albus Potter) and I tried my best to get the families right. If something is wrong, it's most likely because I wanted it that way. Feel free to make the snarky comments anyway, I'm prepared. I'd like you to keep in mind that this happens to be my first fanfic to write. Please review, I love hearing other peoples' opinions as I'm sure most authors do. As much as I appreciate my sisters' opinions, I'd like some of the opinions I'm given to be unbiased (not that my sisters are biased in the least). Don't worry about sparing my feelings. Also, if you like this and you like One Piece, go check out my sister, Rirry's, fanfic and my other sister, Thalia's, Fullmetal Alchemist fanfic as that would make me ever so happy. Both are under the account Rirry-chan88. My author's notes won't usually be this long. I will try to post once a week, but don't hold me to that as I am a very busy child. But please don't just read one chapter and decide you hate it. After the second chapter, you may hate as you please. Enjoy!
Today is the day. The day I have been waiting for. Today, I will go to Hogwarts. But this isn't your typical first day of Hogwarts, oh no. I'm afraid my story is really quite unusual. You see, my father is American and my mother is British. I grew up in America, Texas to be exact. My mother moved back to England as soon as possible, but hadn't won the battle by the time school started, and so, as I was still living in Texas, I couldn't go to Hogwarts. I had to go to the American Academy for Bright Young Witches and Wizards (AABYWW or the Double A BY Dub Dub).
My mom ended up winning the custody battle, and I moved to England. I couldn't go to school in a different country, now could I? My mother is a professor at Hogwarts and so she managed to talk the headmaster, Professor McGonagall, into letting me transfer. This will be happening today. I'm staying at my Aunt Alyss and Uncle George's house since I can't stay at my house with my mother away at Hogwarts. Alyss and George are the only ones with no children currently at home and they figured that would make the transition easier.
So I'm standing here in front of the full length mirror examining how my hair matches my robes. It's a good thing the robes are currently simply black as they can't clash with my bright red hair. "Lovely." I turn to see Aunt Alyss in the doorway. By the way, she's not really my aunt. she's more distantly related to me, but we're too lazy to figure out what she would really be. She may as well be my aunt, anyway. "You ready?" she asks. "Yeah," I say. She helps me pull my trunk down the stairs. She pulls a lock of dark brown hair behind her ear and looks down at me with those hazel eyes. "I wish your mother could be here." It isn't exactly your typical see off so I don't see how my mom can make a difference but whatever. "Me too."
There is a loud crack! and two beings appear into existence One of them is a tall man with bright red hair the same shade as mine and a missing ear. My Uncle George. Next to him is a rather old lady who is unfamiliar to me. "Mary?" she asked in a high, quivery voice. I nod. Not sure where there's another eleven-year-old girl here with bright red hair, but whatever. "I am Professor McGonagall. I am here to Apparate you to Hogwarts." Nah, I think sarcastically. Man this lady is bringing a lot of sarcasm out of me. It's gonna be a long next seven years.
"Goodbye, Mary," says Aunt Alyss, wrapping me up in a hug. "I promise you'll like Hogwarts much more than AABYWW," says Uncle George. I give him a hug too. "I know." I grab McGonagall's shriveled up old hand and we turn into darkness. When the pressure subsides, we're standing in front of a rusty old gate. "Right then," says McGonagall, patting her hair back in place and pushing open the gates.
My jaw drops at the sight of the castle. she gives a rather reluctant smile. "A beauty, huh? Come." She grabs my arm and drags me up to the impressive school, its few lit windows standing out against the starlit sky. I'm gonna love it here. "The students are asleep," she explains, dragging me along through the deserted first floor corridors. "We will sort you privately in my office and your head of house will have you slip into your dormitory. You are not to disturb anyone. Understand?"
Before I can answer, she comes to a halt in front of a gargoyle. "Green tea," she says and the gargoyle swings forward, revealing stairs. "Come along. Quickly now." When we reach her office, she hastily sticks two fingers in her mouth and whistles, much like you would to hail a cab. A filthy brown patchwork hat sails through the air and lands in her hands. "Sit," she orders, and I do so. She places the hat on my head and it slips down over my eyes so that all I can see is the dark inside patches of the dusty old hat.
Hmm, it's rather early for sorting. I jump. Well, this one is incredibly intelligent. Rather loyal as well. Wait a minute...related the the Weasleys? Well that makes this quick and easy. "GRYFFINDOR!" The last part rings throughout the office. McGonagall hastily removes the hat from my head and runs from the offices, calling, "STAY HERE!" so I do.
A few minutes pass and she returns, with a familiar grinning figure. "Neville!" I cry. "Professor Longbottom," corrects McGonagall, but I don't care. I run at Neville and fling my arms around him. "Well, if it isn't little Mary Johnson? I knew you'd be in Gryffindor! Well, come on now. Let's get you up to bed, you must have had quite the night."
He leads me up to a tower where we find the portrait of a fat lady-sorry, the Fat Lady- and Neville gives a password ("house elf"). "Right you are, first room up the girls steps. Your belongings are already in there."
Upon walking into the dormitory, I find four girls. Three of them asleep. The girl on the far left I will refer to her as Unknown Girl #1. All I can make you is a mane of long dirty blonde hair. Next to her sleeps a girl with short brown hair (Unknown Girl #2). Next to her is a girl with bright red hair the same shade as mine, though straight rather than curly. I know her to be my second cousin, Rose, the daughter of my Aunt Hermione and Uncle Ron. The girl on the far right is awake. Another second cousin of mine, Roxanne Weasley, daughter of Aunt Alyss and Uncle George. She is writing something on parchment.
"What are you doing?" I ask. "Why are you here?" she retorts. "I asked you first," I counter. Roxy sets down her parchment. "There is a Quidditch match tomorrow, and I am writing down strategies. Now...my question?" "Oh, that's easy. I'm the new transfer student." She blinks. "Transfer...transfer...transfer?" she mumbles thoughtfully.
"Roxy, are you talking to yourself?" groans Rosie, sleepily. "No, Mary's here." Rose sits up straight. "Johnson? WHY?!" This outburst awakens Unknown Girl #1 and Unknown Girl #2. "Who are you?" asks Unknown Girl #2, looking at me. "I'm the new transfer student." All four girls exchange a look then look back at me.
"What the heck is a transfer student?"