Hey guys, this is my first ever fanfic, so please R&R Constructive criticism is welcome but please be nice... In this cross over, Tori is 16 but this story is set in the Marauder times. Different, but hope you guys like it! Written from Tori's perspective.
Summary: Tori Vega was always a normal girl, save an amazing singing voice and a natural performer, but when she gets a mysterious letter and is sent to Hogwarts, she befriends one Lily Evans and is hounded by a certain Marauder, what will happen in the 2 years she is there while she catches up on the 5 that she mistakenly missed? Read on...
A/N: As much as I wish I could say I own it, I don't. Dan Schnieder (you brilliant man) own Victorious and Ms JK Rowling, you own the fantabulous Harry Potter. Plot's mine though..
"Tori?" I heard Cat call my name. "We should think about a new group song. What do you think?"
I turned to Cat and nodded. "Yeah, the end of summer is just as bad as the beginning, right?"
"Oh my goodness, yes! It's so hot!" Cat agreed. "So, do you want to go swimming?"
I shook my head. "What about we go to my place and watch a movie in air conditioning?"
"Sounds awesome!" And with that, Cat and I walked the few blocks from the park to my place. We ended up watching movies and eating popcorn til late that night.
That night, Cat went home to her family before dinner and I walked past Trina to my room. I closed the door and turned some music on, but when I turned to flop on my bed, I had to stifle a scream. There, on my bed, was a brown owl. Where had it come from? Why was it even here? I noticed there was a letter in the bird's beak; so, shaking from head to toe, I walked to the owl and sat on my bed next to it. I gently removed the letter from the owl's beak and it ruffled its feathers importantly and hooted softly. I looked down at the letter that was clamped in my hands; it read my exact location written in emerald green ink. Was there someone following me? I turned it over and there was a wax seal on the close of the envelope that showed a coat-of-arms of sorts; it looked like a school badge. I opened the envelope with trembling hands and pulled the first of the enclosed letters and read:
HOGWARTS SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY
Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore
(Order of Merlin, First class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. Of Wizards)
Dear Miss Vega,
We are please to inform you that you have a place at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Although you were intended to begin at age 11, there was a mistake with birth registers. You will be slotted into the fifth year, however you will receive remedial lessons from teachers until all is caught up. You will be sorted separately to the first-years. You are to meet the Headmaster, Albus Dumbledore ten minutes before the sorting feast in the Entrance Hall to be sorted and you will then be expected to join in the feast.
As you are muggle-born, there are directions to Diagon Alley enclosed for your parents and yourself to find your way to the Leaky Cauldron in London. We realise that this is a long way from your home, however would be delighted for you to join our prestigious school of magic.
Term begins on the 1st of September. We await your owl by no later than 31 July.
Yours Sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress
I read the letter 5 ties to make sure I wasn't reading it wrong. I was a... a witch? I thought that was all made up, like Santa and the Tooth Fairy! I guess that a lot of things were going to change from now on if I was really supposed to be a witch. To travel to London was a far cry from my home in America. Maybe I should talk to mum about this and see what she thinks.
"Mum! Could you please come up here?" I called nervously. I heard my mother's footsteps on the floorboards getting closer to my room. She opened the door and saw my pale, edgy expression and closed the door after her, sitting down next to me.
"What is it Tori?" My mum asked. I handed her the letter and watched her expression.
"Do you think the letter is genuine mum?" I asked. "It would explain some of the weird things that have happened which we passed off as luck..."
Mum nodded. "It is real, love. Your grandma was a witch too; your father knew her secret as well. We didn't think that it was hereditary; we just thought it was luck really. She's the only one that we know of in our family who was a witch."
I sat there, stunned. "Grandma was a witch too?"
Mum nodded again. "I guess we'll fly with you to London and get your things and take you to the magic carpets or whatever to get there."
I giggled. "They go by train mum. There's a ticket in here for Platform 9 and 3 quarters to board at 11am on September first. It's from King's Cross Station in London."
"Oh I see, does it have a list of supplies and where to find them?" Mum asked, peering at the letter. I handed it over and her eyes scanned the envelope's contents.
That night at dinner, mum announced to the family that we were going to London and that I was a witch. Dad and Trina were just as supportive as mum had been that afternoon. Mum had organised tickets to fly to London in the next week and as I was unable to reveal that I was actually a witch and I was going to a magical school, we had to make up something. I was to tell my friends at Hollywood Arts that I was leaving to go to a boarding school in Scotland which was just as prestigious. I updated my status on my PearPhone. What a weird day it had been, I lie down on my bed and fell asleep.
Wow... First chapter over! :)
It's Christmas tomorrow, so I will write more probably while waiting for Santa to come ;P
Byeeee!