Disclaimer: Characters are taken from Glenn Eichler and Susie Lewis Lynn's Daria animated series. Places and events are taken from J.K. Rowling's Harry Potter saga. No profit shall ever come from the following mess.
Jack and Helen Morgendorffer, proud parents of two witches living in Highlands, were over extatic when young Daria finaly received her Hogwarts letter. For years, they have feared their first daughter had no magic in her... much like she seemed to have no joy or enthusiasm. They almost gave up any hope on Daria when their second daughter Quinn started to show bouts of magic around the house. Daria spent her childhood deep in books while her parents did their best to make sure Quinn wouldn't hurt herself with accidental magic.
Having proof that Daria could attend Hogwarts was a pleasant suprise. Her sorting into Ravenclaw wasn't. Her lack of excitment over it all was disapointing, but hey, at least she got into Hogwarts. They gave up hope of Daria ever showing signs of euphoria, and reminded themselves that their eldest daughter wasn't souless; she just had a mithril-worthy shell around her heart... right?
Daria Morgendorffer wasn't very glad to attend Hogwarts. She would have been happier to study muggle things instead of silly spells she couldn't even use to enhance her misery, not to mention disposing of idiots before they could do damage, or worse, before they could reproduce. And here she was stuck in a castle, sharing a dormitory with Loony Lovegood.
First year wasn't so bad: Quinn wasn't there yet. Daria wasn't exceeding in every subjects, like Charms or Transfiguration, but where her magical prowess failed, her theoric knowledge helped her to gain good grades. She did well in Astronomy, Potions and History of Magic. Particularly if one can consider the fact most of the students failed those subjects. Not taking into account D.A.D.A. and that joke of a curriculum their teacher made up, things were overall tolerable. The sore point was when some students got petrified: the most idiotic students got spared.
Second year was worrisome at first, as there was the matter of her sister Quinn coming to Hogwarts. But things turned out okay. Quinn got sorted into another house; As far as she could tell, the new D.A.D.A. teacher didn't bite anyone; No one got too seriously maimed during Potions, and the dementors didn't bother her much. It's almost like they were all stalking that one boy who got famous as a baby for becoming an orphan.
Third year was ridiculous. Okay, there was no quidditch match she was forced to attend in unberable meterological conditions. But still, everyone was obssessing over another stupid sport event. The only time people weren't mind-sucked by that invasive political tournament, it was to obsess over the Yule Ball. Some bufoons had the gall to mock her for not getting invited by anyone, like it was somewhat of a compliment to go on a date with a pre-teen prefering to turn to a 3rd year girl instead of asking his crush out. Good for them all. Daria spent the yule ball in the best stuffed chair of the ravenclaw tower, reading the illegal books she pillaged in the older students dorms.
Fourth year was a mess. People seemed to get even more stupid. She could have taken asylum in the library more often than usual, but hanging out with the two stupidest boys of her year annoyed her parents. And no one would ever be able to force her to admit that it was out of compassion; like anyone could keep them out of detention with that ministrial amphibian. It never worked anyway. The reddish words No dark sarcasm in the classroom on her hand would ever remind her how to use physical evidences as a mean for legal prosecution. Daria gained a lot of money that summer.
Fifth year was the breaking point for her parents. They packed their stuff and sold the house, believing they should get the hell away from the british isles before the Dark Lord could have them at spell range. Daria left Hogwarts for the Yule break with her sister, and never came back.