Title: The Return of Merlin (Year 1)
Rating: T
Summary: We all see the seven books through Harry Potter's eyes but what about a muggleborn girl name Sandra Snow. Sorted into Slytherin she finds out that she's not who she thinks she is. Because, centuries ago, she was called Merlin! Follow her through her first year at Hogwarts trying to keep Harry from getting himself killed.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of Rowling's Harry Potter characters and I'm making nothing from this.
Chapter 1
Being told that you're a witch had to be the most shocking thing that had ever happen to Sandra. The Snow family was important in legal circles; both of her parents were lawyers that put bad people away for a long time so Sandra was raised with a sense of right and wrong and wanting to do the right thing. When an old woman came to their house, telling them that Sandra was a witch, that really blew things out of the water.
Now she was on the Hogwarts Express and she already had someone in the compartment with her. A boy with messy black hair and glasses! He wore hand me down clothes, which was strange. She meant that because they were a couple sizes too big. Who wore clothes that were too big? When she told him that she knew nothing about the Wizarding world he looked relieved.
A boy name Ron Weasley entered and when he found out that the famous Harry Potter was in the same compartment he glared at her, as though she was taking away his friend.
"So what house do you think that we'll get in?" Sandra asked.
"Any house but Slytherin," he said, "Not a single witch or wizard has gone bad that wasn't in Slytherin."
"Voldemort was in that house."
Sandra snorted and asked, "What kind of stupid name is Voldemort?"
"Don't mention his name," Ron hissed.
"I'll mention any name that I want," Sandra told him, "So what kind of name is that?"
"Probably fake," Harry said.
Sandra agreed and then she saw a bruise on his neck. At once she asked about it.
"It's nothing," he said.
"Nothing! That looks like a large hand," she said.
"Please, don't ask about it," he begged.
The sound in his voice told her all that she needed to know. Harry Potter was abused. Oh wait until her parents found out.
"Why don't you stop asking him questions," Ron said.
"Because I care about a person, that's why," Sandra told him.
"Well he doesn't want you to talk to him about it, so leave it alone."
Like heck she was leaving it alone. The moment that she got some paper she was writing home to her parents.
Sandra met others like Neville Longbottom and Hermione Granger. Of course she also met the Weasley twins who were a riot. Draco Malfoy, and his two goons, weren't. Of course Ron's rat bit one of them so that was a plus. When they left Hermione returned, warning them that fighting would land them into trouble.
"Malfoy and his friends started it," she told her.
"Well I'm here to tell you that we're almost there," she said and she was gone.
"Whatever house she's in I hope that I'm not in it," Ron said.
Sandra frowned at him. Hermione had only been trying to help.
Several hours later Sandra found herself in a situation that she didn't think she would ever be in. She had been sorted into Slytherin, much to the horror of some of the others that had been placed in the same house. Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Neville had all ended up in Gryffindor. Ron gave her a glare. Great, she was hated by her housemates and by Ron. The strange thing was when a ghost past her he bowed.
What the heck was that about?
When they arrived in their common room they met their Head of House, Professor Snape. He told them the rules of the house and then left. If Draco Malfoy and his goons were bad it was nothing to Pansy and her stupid female friends.
"I can't believe that we're sharing a dorm with filth," she snarled.
"Well seeing your face for seven years won't be a walk in the park," Sandra countered.
She got punched in the stomach for that but Sandra dived at her and knocked Millicent to the ground. Suddenly vines shot out of the ground and bounded Millicent to the floor. The girl's screamed and in came a Prefect.
"What's going on?" she demanded.
"This mudblood-."
"Shut your mouth, Parkinson," the Prefect cut in, "The hat chose her for this house. You don't get to decide if she belongs. Now what happened?"
"Pansy said that she can't believe that the girls are sharing a dorm with filth and I told her that seeing her face for seven years won't be a walk in the park. Millicent punched me and I got the best of her. Then vines appeared and wrapped around her."
"Sounds like accidental magic," she said and she vanished the vines, "I believe, Miss Bulstrode, that a detention is in order. If none of you have anything nice to say, then don't say anything at all. Now change and get to bed before I give the full dorm detention."
And she left.
"This isn't over, mudblood," Pansy snarled.
"Bring it on," Sandra challenged.
The next morning Sandra went looking for her robes but she couldn't find them. Knowing that Pansy was somehow paying her back for what happened she decided to report it to the Prefect. However, she was gone and that left only one person. Her Head of House! He wasn't in his office so she headed to the one place that all staff, no matter if their magical or muggle, went to. The staff room!
She knocked!
"Enter," came the voice of the Headmaster.
When she opened the door she found that the entire staff was inside. The smell of food made her stomach rumble and she wanted to really hurry up and get her robes so that she could eat.
"Yes," Dumbledore said.
"I was looking for Professor Snape," Sandra told him.
"And why aren't you in your uniform?"
"It was stolen," she said.
Snape rolled his eyes and he took out his wand. Sandra heard him say, Accio, Sandra Snow's robes."
They came zooming out of gods know where and Sandra saw red. Every one of them had been shredded.
"It seems that someone doesn't like you."
"I'm going to murder myself a Parkinson," Sandra snarled.
"We'll take care of this in private," Snape said and something silver came out of his wand. "Prefect Moon, bring all of the first year Slytherin girls to the staff room."
And it was gone.
"What is that?" Sandra asked.
"A Patronus," Snape answered, "Don't you know."
"Severus, she's muggleborn," McGonagall told him and Snape stared at her.
Suddenly something seized inside of her and blackness overcame her.
She found herself walking next to a man that wore a crown. A long staff was in her hands and it felt like summer.
"Merlin, I'm worried about this battle," the man said.
"Arthur, you must defeat both your sister and that child that you sired," she said, though her voice sounded like a man. "We can't allow him to take the throne."
"I understand," Arthur said.
Yelling could be heard and that's when she woke up.
"Miss Moon, what happened?" the Headmaster asked.
"I don't know," Sandra answered.