Chapter 1 Letters

A/N: This story is basically a re-telling of 'Harry Potter' with myself and my friends included. I plan on doing the whole series and it will be OC/Cannon, but not until later on. The summary I wrote is not the best and I promise that the story will be better than the summary.

Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling

OCs belong to my friends and myself.

It was late August and summer was nearly over, London was full of parents and their children running around getting supplies and new uniforms for the upcoming school year. While all of London was getting ready, out in the country two girls walked a beaten path. One girl pushed an old rusty bike and the other walked alongside it. The two looked as if they were coming back from what was most likely their last adventure of the summer. The girl walking alongside the bike wore a bright white sundress. A matching sun hat sat on her head of long straw-colored hair. Bright green eyes contrasted against pale skin that was dotted with hundreds of freckles, her lips were stained red with cherry Popsicle. The girl pushing the bike next to her wore a pair of old faded shorts that came down just above her knees, which were covered in scrapes and scars from falling off the old bike so many times. The purple tank-top she was wearing had multiple red stains of it also from a Popsicle. Her skin was slightly darker than the other girl's, but only by a few shades. She also had freckles, but not nearly as many as her companion. Dark brown curls framed a round face and her skin highlighted her light blue eyes.

"So do you think you're gonna get a letter?" The pale girl asked, taking a bite from her Popsicle.

"I don't know Jillie." The other girl shrugged. "Mary seems to think I will, but I'm not sure I've shown enough potential to get in."

Jillian (the pale girl) turned to her friend with a surprised look on her face, "What are you talking about? Of course you've shown potential!" she exclaimed. "Devon, you can light candles just by looking at them! Oh, and don't forget that time you got your bike to fly two feet off the ground."

"Don't you forget that you sent it up another four feet." Devon laughed, "I'm not even going to ask if you think you're going to get into Hogwarts - I know you are."

Hogwarts is a school, but it is not an ordinary school that most children go to. Hogwarts is a school for witchcraft and wizardry. Letters are sent out to those who show magical abilities at the age of eleven. Magical families (families with a mother and a father being wizards/witches) expect to get letters inviting their children to go to the school where they once learned. Then there are half magic families (families with on magical parent) hoped that at least one of their children get in, most of the time they do. Lastly there are non-magic families, known as muggles by the magical world. When a Hogwarts letter arrives to these families they are confused and then delighted that their children can do something others cannot. Sometimes (though its rare) non-magical families have relatives that have magical abilities and the children in those families know of magic and Hogwarts and they hope that they will be magic too.

Jillian rolled her eyes, "Just because my dad is a wizard and my sister got in doesn't mean I will get in. But you're right, I'm most likely getting in."

The two laughed and continued to walk and talk. After some time the sun had begun to set over the country and the two soon approached a small stone house. Ivory and moss grow on the sides and on the stone wall surrounding the house, the roof was simple wood paneling. On the far side of the wall was a large vegetable garden filled with tomatoes, cucumbers, peas, cabbage, potatoes and rhubarb. Smoke billowed of a metal chimney on the other side of the house.

"Hallo!" A man's voice called, then the owner of the voice head popped up from the other side of the roof.

"Hi dad," Jillian greeted pushing open the wooden gate and entering the yard with Devon following right behind. "Did you do those chores mum gave you to do?"

"Of course! I finished them this morning, right after she gave them to me. I will admit that I had some help." He let out a laugh; by help he meant magic. "You came back just in time - dinner is almost ready. Will you be joining us this evening, Devon?""

She nodded, resting the bike against the outer wall of the house. "When don't I?"

Jillian's dad let out another laugh. "I'll see you two in a minute, I Just have to finish this painting."

Jillian nodded and went into the house, followed by Devon. When they entered they were greeted by the scent of various spices, the smell of paint and the dinner that Jillian's mother was preparing. The house seemed to be bigger on the inside than the outside, that's because it was. Jillian's father used an expansion charm on the house so the inside of the house could be larger. The first floor consisted of a living room, the kitchen, a washroom, her parents' room and a room where Jillian's dad kept all of his magical items. On the second floor was Jillian's and her sister's rooms. The living room had two couches and a coffee table in the center of the room. Bookshelves lined the walls, every one packed with books ranging from normal Muggle books to school books for Hogwarts.

"Oh, girls you're back."

"Hello, mum."

"Hello, Mrs. Casey"

"Wash up, dinner will be out in a moment," Jillian's mother said when they entered the kitchen. She was a short woman with short dark hair and light eyes, she was busy putting food onto plates and setting them on the table. "Abby, dinner is ready! John get off the roof and wash up!"

The two nodded and washed their hands in the sink and took their seats at the table that sat in the middle of the room. A few moments later Mr. Casey came in through the back door wiping his hands on a rag. He too washed his hands and took a seat. He had short brown hair, he also had a scruffy beard that was the same color as his hair peppered with red hairs.

Mrs. Casey took her seat next to her husband after she finished setting down the plates. "Abby, I said dinner is ready!"

"I'm coming!" Abby called as she made her way down stairs. Abby looked slightly similar to her sister, but she had darker hair and she wasn't as pale or had as many freckles. She also had blue eyes instead of green. She took her seat next to Jillian and they began to eat.

When they had finished their dinner the sun had gone down and stars had begun to come out. Mr. Casey had used magic to remove the plates from the table. Mrs. Casey gave him a very annoyed look when he did so-she had a strict rule of no magic at the table. He just laughed and she shook her head. She then put a kettle on the stove and sat back down at the table.

"So school will be starting next week, are you girls excited?" Mr. Casey asked leaning back in his chair.

Abby nodded. "I can't wait. I just hope they'd send the letters already so we can go to Diagon Alley."

"I hope the letters show up soon, too!"

"I agree with Devon, I want to know if we're going." Jillian added.

"I wouldn't worry about it girls." Mrs. Casey said getting up when the kettle whistled. She poured the water into four cups and placed them in front of each person. "The letters will be here soon." Mr. Casey nodded in agreement.

As soon as she finished speaking the telephone started ringing.

"I've got it." Jillian said getting up. She went over to the phone and answered. "Hello? Oh Sarah!" She exclaimed, "We haven't heard from you in a while, how are - What? " She stopped and a smile spread across her face. "Really? You and Smurfy? When? That's amazing!"

"What is she saying Jillie? " Devon called over to her.

"Hold on." she hissed and went back to the phone, "Oh that was Devon, yeah I'll tell her. Okay bye see you soon." She hung up the phone and sat back at the table, "Guess what - Sarah and Smurfy got their Hogwarts letters!"

"Really? That's great!" Abby said excitedly.

"What?" Devon's jaw dropped at the news, "When did they get them?"

"Only a few minutes ago."

Devon smiled brightly, "Then that means ours could be on the way!" She jumped out of her seat and ran to the door, then she stopped and turned to the family at the table. "Thank you for dinner, but I have to get back to Mary's to see if mine has come." She waved good bye and left.

"Just like I said, the letters would be here soon." Mrs. Casey said and stirred her tea.

Just then an owl flew to the kitchen window and squawked at them. In its mouth were two envelopes - one addressed to a Miss A. Casey and the other to a Miss J. Casey.

"Would you look at that, here're your letters."

Devon hopped on her bike and began to peddle as fast as the old bike would take her. She rode down the road, her feet slipping off the peddles leaving little cuts on her legs. Almost an hour had passed before lights from a house appeared in the distance and when she saw them she started going faster. She was breathing hard and her legs felt like they were about to fall off. As she got closer she tried to go faster but the slow down again. Soon she came up to the wall surrounding the house she went to hit the brakes. When she went to pull the brake lever her hand slipped because of sweat. She went down with the bike and landed on the ground with a 'thud'. Quickly she pushed the bike off her and threw it over the wall, then she jumped over it after. The house was similar to the Casey's (on the outside at least) the inside wasn't as neat as theirs and they didn't have a living room. The house had a kitchen that doubled as a living room, a wash room and Devon's cousin's room. Instead of a second floor there was a ladder that went to a small loft space that Devon stayed in. Devon ran up to the door and threw it open.

"Mary! Mary! Did it co- oh hello"

Mary was sitting at the kitchen table drinking tea with a woman whom Devon had never seen before. "Oh. Devon you are back, good. This is Professor McGonagall." She motioned to the woman sitting across from her.

Professor McGonagall turned in her seat to face Devon. She wore dark green (almost black) robes and a black pointed hat sat on the table next to her cup of tea. Her black hair was pulled back into a tight, neat bun that sat on the top of her head. She had a very stern face, it looked as if a smile had almost never been worn on her face. "Hello, Miss Olsson." the professor greeted with a nod.

"Uh... Hi." Devon responded, "Mary why is she here?"

"She is here to discuss your situation," She explained simply.

"S-situation?"

"Yes, the situation with your parents," Professor McGonagall said taking a sip of tea, " We have been watching them for some time now and it seems your parents resent magic and all those who can perform it. I went over to the residence myself to speak with them and your mother threatened to shoot me if I ever step foot on the property again," she explained.

"Sorry about that," Devon muttered.

She continued. "Despite your parents clear display of hatred for our kind, we at Hogwarts feel that a young witch or wizard should not be denied the chance to learn how to use their powers properly. So we have decided to have you attended Hogwarts with Miss Haas registered as your legal guardian." She finished explaining and stood up from her seat, "Now I must take my leave," she picked up her hat and placed it on her head, then made her way to the door. "And here is your letter."

"Thank you." Devon took the letter from her and stared at it.

Professor McGonagall nodded and left.

"Well aren't you going to open it?" Mary asked excitedly.

Devon nodded and quickly opened ripped open the envelope. Once it was open she unfolded the letter and read the first line.

Dear Miss Olsson,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.