To Hogwarts and Beyond- Chapter one- Birthday surprises, mismatches and holes.
Peace all! Ok, I know I said I would do no more multichapters for now, but I promise you I will finish this one! I will finish before doing the story selected for, my poll. I promise you.
So... This story has been hanging around in my mind and special mention to The Marauders21 for making to come to life. Although I am writing chapters in the middle of this...
Oh well. Disclaimer: you got it, I don't own Harry Potter. So please enjoy!
One note: the OC in this is not supposed to be me! Or anyone else! I have heard people talk about this and how they put Oc's in as themselves with their favourite character. Not happening in this fic!
Yes, It is based a little of a person I know but only using a few straits about her when making this character.
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Emily's POV
I woke up on October 21st, my birthday. I was turning eleven this year. I quickly sat up and saw a present on my bedside table. I smiled happily.
My parents had a tradition that every morning on my birthday I would have a present on my bedside table. It was always a new outfit.
I don't mind though, I always get other presents from other family later on. Opening the gift I saw that it was a new pair of jeans, a pale green shirt and matching ribbon. Putting it on, I looked in the mirror and cringed. My chocolate brown hair was sticking up everywhere! Grabbing a brush, I attacked my straight hair with it, hoping to make some of it lay flat.
I at last succeeded. I tied my hair back with the ribbon and slipped on a pair of silver sandals.
I was ready... Finally.
Running downstairs I saw that only my brother was awake. "Hey Grouch. Happy birthday." He muttered before wandering into the kitchen idly.
Did I mention my brother is a complete weirdo? Yeah, he calls me Grouch for when I am in a bad mood. I've been told you don't want to be around me when I am angry.
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I sighed and tapped the screen of my new computer and wondered what to do. The computer, a birthday gift from today, my eleventh birthday, glared at me ominously. It was as if it was saying 'play me now or I will kill you'.
Stupid computer. Suddenly, I knew what I should do. I quickly logged I and went to Safari. I typed in 'fanfiction' and waited until it showed results.
I grinned then opened the browser up and clicked on my profile. Now, to start re-reading my favourite fan fictions all over again.
I am Emily Ash Webb and I am a muggle. Well that is non magical person. Which is everyone in the world because Harry Potter don't exist. It is all just an imaginary world created by J.K Rowling. Shame, because it is so exciting. I must have read the books like twenty times and watched the movies almost as much.
I love Harry Potter. It is my life. Literally, if I did not read fan fictions for at least one day I would die. Ok, so I am being dramatic, I don't care. I read all about my favourite characters doing different stuff than in the series, and it is amazing. Although I must say I don't really like some of the pairings...
Sigh... I wish Harry Potter world was true...
I clicked on my all time favourite story and started reading. I was halfway through when I heard my mother call me.
Grumbling, I reluctantly stood up and stomped down the stairs. I thought I had made it pretty clear that was not to be disturbed on my birthday.
I had almost reached the bottom stair when I tripped over the pesky family dog, Cotton. Stupid name, I know but my little brother named him. I wonder why Cotton though.
I went tumbling down the rest of the way, causing a small hole to appear on the knee of my new jeans. I muttered angrily under my breath then continued my way to the kitchen, where I was sure my mother's voice was coming from.
"Emily!" My mother called again.
Yep, I was right. The kitchen was where she was. "Yeah?" I asked in my most grumpy voice.
"Would you care to tell me why a owl, a owl for goodness sake, just left a letter addressed for you right now?" She asked me sternly but I could tell she was just as baffled as I was.
"Um... No?" I guessed.
She looked at me. "Well open it up then."
I sighed and opened it up. Inside, there was a letter... From Hogwarts. I ended up having a major choking fit before I even started reading it. I had to have a drink of water but that went down the wrong way too. "It's real!" Were the last words I said before collapsing to the ground in a faint.
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I woke up several minutes later, sat up quickly and banged my head on the edge of the table. "Ow!" I cried standing up and hopping on one foot.
"You all right there?" My mother asked, turning around and lifting her eyebrows at me.
"No!" I said picking up the forgotten letter and beginning to read it.
"So, what's it say?"
"Um... I have been accepted into Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry." I whispered, reaching the end of the letter. "And... Someone will be here tomorrow to take me to Diagon Alley."
"What!" My mother shrieked. "Are you sure this is real?"
"I-don't know..." I said looking back at the letter. It seemed pretty real. "I guess we will find out tomorrow."
My mother sighed. "Yeah, but don't get your hopes up too high. It could a fake." She told me just before I headed back upstairs.
Yeah... I guess we will find out tomorrow. Oh, I hope it is true! But then... How could it be true? I mean there are books written on this. It's called fiction. Non true. I guess then it is a fake...
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Dun dun dun! Is it or is it not a fake? You will have to wait and see!
I hope you liked it. Please review, favourite, follow, etc. They help me keep going.
To The Marauders21: you are not to tell them what happens!
