The Other Potters and the Lost Generation

Foreword

All night long, Al watched as his window was bombarded by rain. The claps of thunder proceeded by flashes of lightning had chased away the concept of sleep. Little did he know that this storm would change, not only his life, but the entire wizarding world.

The aforementioned storm was raging on in two places – Ottery St. Catchpole, England and a small town called Grey Lake in the center of the United States. In this tiny place, a girl watched the shadows the rain cast through the windows on her ceiling. AS she lay in bed, she thought about how hard the upcoming school year would be. She wished something new and exciting would happen at school, or even better, in her life. It ever did. Just then, both she and Al, the little English boy, closed their eyes and wished the storm would stop.

And so, it did. Now for a wizard like Al, the power to control nature was like breathing. Dementors caused fog. Wizards created rainbows. Dragons caused droughts. But the girl lying in her room had never experienced anything like this before. She shrugged it off and rolled over to sleep, casting a glance at the short, yellow shelf above her bed.

If you are a good reader, you will wonder what the significance of this shelf is…and since I'm a good author, I'll tell you. The girl adored books, most especially the Harry Potter Series. She had a copy of each of the seven U.S. books and the first and last UK editions. Her wand, an ornament depicting Ron and the Sorting Hat, and a golden snitch figurine also resided there. For now, we will set this shelf aside.

Back in Ottery St. Catchpole, Al awoke to the round face and red locks of his wee sister, Lily. She bounced on the balls of her feet and tugged the blanket off his shoulder as she announced "I'm coming to school with you finally!!" Trying to sounds as calm as a boy who had just been rudely awakened by his first year sister could, he dismissed Lily. "Lil, there is plenty of time for you to be excited. Now let me have the final lie in of the summer," Al said sleepily. However, just as he rolled over to face the wall of his room and sleep once more, his elder brother, James, lost focus and dropped a previously levitating school trunk.

While Albus, James, and Lily ready themselves for another year at Hogwarts, you, my dear reader, will return to the states. The girl who stopped the storm awoke to quite a shock. A great tawny owl crashed into her window, and she leaped up to allow it into her room. Out of its claws fell a parchment letter sealed in russet colored wax that read:

Dear Miss McCarthy,

The U.S. Magical Misuse Department has received word that you have performed an underage weather warp charm at approximately 3:07 a.m. this morning. Please cease and desist, or face a formal charge of underage wizardry. Thank you and have a pleasant day.

Sincerely,

Ellaettea Hodge

Head of Magical Misuse Department

American Consulate of Wizards, Witches, and Magical Creatures

Now, she was well aware of the laws of underage magic, being a "Harry Potter obsessed freak" as she was often called. She had always been told that it was very foolish to believe that the wizarding world truly existed. Every time she made mention of it, her dad simply said "It's all fiction." But this letter proved other wise. "I'm no witch, its too late for me…" she mused, rereading her letter. Her sixteenth birthday was fast approaching, meaning she should be in her 5th year of magical education. "Year five is a bit late to start learning magic" she thought.

But, oh how wrong she was.