Hey! So thanks for sticking with the story so far! I found it's really hard changing things up to make it American and things like that. If there are certain things you want in this American Hogwarts (Wolfmount), please tell me! I'll always consider my reader's opinions! If there are some things that you didn't agree with that I changed or anything like that please tell me, if I agree with you I might actally change it! Haha thanks for reading!

THIS IS WHEN MINNIE IS FIFTEEN YEARS OLD.

CHAPTER TWO of Minnie Parish

I approached my apartment building and took out my key. I stepped out of the elevator and unlocked my apartment door, only to see a man sitting in my living room. The first thing I thought of was the first thing I did. I slammed the door and ran down the stairs to the apartment lobby.

"Hermione! Hermione wait! Please!" I only made it half way down the first set of stairs before the man caught up to me.

"How are you?"

"Hermione, please. Let's go back to the apartment. Your mother should be home soon."

"How do you know my name? How do you know my mother?"

"Minnie-," He started. But that just crossed the line. Only my family and closest friends call me Minnie. I ripped my arm from his hand. And just in time, the elevator dinged and my mother stepped out. Then stopped in her tracks.

"William! I wasn't expecting you!" She looked flustered. He let go of my arm and walked to her. He kissed her on the cheek.

"I wanted to return the letter in person." He said to her. I cleared my throat softly. They looked like they were about to make out… Ewe…

"Why do we head on inside?" I gave my mom a questioning look. "We'll explain everything." She said to me.

"Everything?" I had a feeling William (or my father's) question had a double meaning.

"Yes," my mother said sternly. "Everything." He simply nodded. I smiled in knowing that no one ever argued with my mother… she would just win.

We all sat down in the living room.

"Hermione, this is your father, Fitzwilliam Robert Parish. Will, this is Hermione." I said nothing and just shook his hand stiffly

"Minnie, it is okay if I call you that, right? I know that was going to be your nickname before you were bor-," He cut himself off. I clenched my jaw. He was talking about before I was born and he hasn't been around for fifteen years!

"Anything to drink, anyone?" My mom asked, desperate for this to work out.

"I'm fine, mom."

"No thanks, Ellie." He said in a laid back kinda style. I wanted to punch him.

"Well I'm simply parched!" She left the room quickly.

"Hermione, please. I want this to work out."

"Should've thought of that before you walked out on us when I was a baby…" I snarled.

"You think I wanted to? You think I wanted to leave your mother? I loved her- love her," He corrected himself. "You think I wanted to leave you? I finally got everything I wanted- a wife, a family, a baby girl. You think I wanted to leave you?" He sounded broken, hurt, just for leaving us…

"Then why did you?" I asked more out of curiosity than anything.

"I was forced to. I was just starting to get promotions and things at work. They didn't like that I was so close to a muggle. I was skipping work, coming in late, going into the muggle world more and more."

"What the hell is a muggle?" It sounded like some made up word. He hesitated.

"Oops…" He muttered. But my mom came back in just the right time… without a drink… and that was an awfully long time just to go into the kitchen…

"Minnie, let us explain, please." She said as she sat back down. My mom and he looked at each other.

"Do you wanna drop the bomb or should I?" She muttered. The way they looked at each other… AFTER YEARS OF BEING DIVORCED!

"It's probably better if you did." He answered quietly.

"Hermione," she started. My mom took a deep breath before continuing. "Hermione, you're a witch." She said as fast as she could, as if if she just got it out there, the secret wouldn't be threatening the life if belongs to.

"Did you just call me a witch?"

"Not like that! Minnie, you know how weird things are always happened, like when you make ramen, the water boils faster than it should. Or when you play sports, the ball never hits you! Or whenever you get hurt, you heal really fast! Hermione, you're magical. You have magic. You're a witch." I took a deep breath. What's going on here?

"Mom? Are you feeling okay?" I asked, sincerely worried. She just smiled at me.

"I'm fine."

"You're serious!" I realized, saying so in disbelief.

"We are." She said.

"Prove it." I demanded. William took something out of the inside pocket of his jacket. He brought it closer it me. "Ooh! A stick!" I said sarcastically. Then he pointed it at me.

"Will," my mom said in a warning voice. He ignored her.

"Wingardium Leviosa!" And suddenly I wasn't sitting in my chair. I wasn't eye level with my mom and her 'man toy'. I was above them. I wasn't touching the ground! I wasn't touching anything! I was simply floating in midair! I started to panic, flairing my arms and legs to grab onto anything before I fell. But I couldn't grab onto anything, and I didn't fall. He slowly lowered the stick. As that lowered, so did I.

I fell into my chair. I took a second to catch my breath from the scary moment. Then I spoke the first thing that came to mind. "How?" He just smiled.

"I'm a wizard. And you, Hermione Rose Parish, are a witch. That was actually a fairly simple spell. This school year you'll learn that and more. Much more."

"Wait, wait, wait! This school year! I go to school here!"

"Not anymore. You'll go to school at Wolfmount School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."

"Slow down! I can't do this! Okay, so sure there some secret magic world out there! Okay, sure you're in that world! So maybe I am, too! But I don't belong at some magic school! I go to school here! In New York!"

"You need to learn to control your magic, to use it."

"I didn't want magic in the first place! It's not causing any trouble, is it?!"

"No but the longer you leave it unattended, the more it will cause trouble." I hesitated. How do I contradict that? I took a deep breath, trying to relax my temper.

"Fine. I'll leave everything behind in my life just because my dad finally comes into my life, trying to change everything. Do what you want. I don't care." I got up and headed to my room.

"Hermione!" Mom asked behind me. But I just ignored her. I collapsed onto my bed. And suddenly, all the emotions that I bottled up since I opened the apartment door to the man came rushing to the surface. A single tear fell down my face.

I let my face fall onto my pillow. And I full out sobbed. I eventually fell asleep.

When I woke, I immediately went to the bathroom to make sure I was presentable in case he was still here. All I needed was a quick hair brush. But he wasn't there when I came into the living room. My mom was just reading quietly on the coach.

"Where's that William guy?"

"Your father had work to do. He had to leave. But he left this." She picked up a packet of papers from the coffee table. "It explains almost everything." I took the paper from her and sat down. She got up. "I'll give you some space." She left.

The first paper seemed to be a letter addresses to me.

WOLFMOUNT SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY

HEADMASTER: PROFESSOR CHARLAS REMINGTON

Dear Ms. Parish

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.

Term begins on 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 31 July.

Yours Sincerely,

Antonina Smith

Deputy Headmistress

I put that page at the bottom of the packet and went on to the next one. I could tell it was just the second page of the letter. This one was a list.

UNIFORM:

1. Red, White, blue, or black polo

2. Khaki pants or shorts

3. Pleaded skirt

4. Red, blue, or black V neck sweater

5. Black or blue blazer

SCHOOL BOOKS:

Will be provided by the school

OTHER:

1 wand

And also allowed are a student's choices of cat, dog, or bird (MUST BE BOUGHT FROM MAGICAL VENDOR. Non-magical creatures of these species will not be tolerated.)

PARENTS PLEASE NOTE THAT THE SCHOOL WILL SUPPLY CAULDRONS, VIALS, TELESCOPES, ETC. FOR THE STUDENTS.

PARENTS PLEASE NOTE THAT FIRST YEARS ARE NOT TO HAVE BROOMSTICKS

Yours Sincerely,

Fitzwilliam R. Parish

Head of Department of Education

U.S.A. Ministry of Magic

I scoffed softly. Of course he's head of the education… And broomsticks, really? I went onto the next paper. This was also a letter.

Dear Hermione,

This time, I write to you not as Head of Department of Education, but as your father. I would like to apologize for to being there for you until now. You must know that was the last thing I wanted to do. I love you and your mother and I never wanted to hurt either of you. I hope this letter explains why.

Your mother and I met after I graduated Hogwarts (the European branch of Wolfmount- or more Wolfmount is the American branch of Hogwarts). I was just starting to work for the Ministry of Magic (the magic world's government) and she was starting to work for the muggle government (non-magical people). It was my job to go to the head of the muggle government (it's called a Precedent, right?) (I scoffed at his ignorance.) and explain to him that there is a magical world and a magical government that he needs to meet with and talk politics with. Your mother was his daughter… well step daughter, but still. He was visiting her (their parents were divorced, she lived with her mother) the weekend I just so happened to be meeting with him.

Now you must understand that this was a time when the Precedent and the Minister of Magic didn't get along. Muggle and magical mixing were very unadvised. After we married (after dating in secret), the Ministry told me that I had to choose between my wife and my job. I made the mistake of choosing my job. And I regret it every day of my life.

But times are different now. It is no longer frowned upon to mingle with muggles. It is no longer frowned upon to be married to one either.

By the way, before I finish this letter up, I would like to say that before I left, I asked your mother to name you Hermione. I know it's not a common name in the United States. You're named after your great-grandmother. A great, great woman who was brave and loving and selfless. She saved the wizarding world with her (now) husband and their best friend many years ago. I hope you're honored to be related to and named after such a person.

I love you and I think of you and your mother every day of my life. I'm truly sorry I couldn't be your dad, even if I am your father. I hope to make up for that.

Love,

William Parish

… I hate to say it but… He really did sound sincere… I sniffled a little, not realizing until now that my eyes are prepared to tear up and cause me to cry any second now… I quickly went to the next page. It was a pamphlet-type paper.

WOLFMOUNT SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY

MUGGLE-BORN HELPERS

Congratulations! You have just found out that you have magic! I understand that you must have a lot of questions and I hope this will answer most of them!

Hoping that most things about the magic world have already been explained to you, we will head straight into how the school works!

THE WORKINGS OF THE SCHOOL:

The students are split into Gryffindor house values courage, bravery, daring, nerve and chivalry. Hufflepuff house values hard work, loyalty, tolerance, and fair play. Slytherin house values ambition, cunning, and resourcefulness. Ravenclaw house values intelligence, learning, and wit. You will be sorted by a series of tests, then by the sorting hat at the end, to check the tests were correct.

Once sorted into one of those four houses, you also have the opportunity to join a Fraternity or Sorority community if you so desired and are invited to do so.

PETS:

On the materials list in your acceptance letter, it states that you are permitted to own a cat, dog, or bird. It also states that any of these animals must be bought from a magical vendor. I know you might be asking yourself why. Well, animals in our world also have magic. For example, if you give your pet bird a letter addresses to your mother and you don't tell the bird where your mother lives, it will find where your mother lives. That is the animal's magic at work. Most magical animals are slightly smarter than muggle animals. Even though they cannot talk, most can understand what you are saying. They have higher physical endurance and can run or fly across country and back without exhaustion. They also have longer life spans and will usually stay with you throughout your childhood and adult years. Please consider buying a cat, dog, or bird upon your visit to the shopping alley closest to you.

SHOPPING ALLEYS:

There are areas around America called Alleys. There is one in every area of the country. Here is listed each alley and what city they are located in:

New York City, New York- Dorburn Alley.

Orlando, Florida- Orgate Alley

Houston, Texas- Wolfmere Alley

Phoenix, Arizona- Sunland Alley

Salem, Massachusetts- Witchness Alley

Chicago, Illinois- Stonewynne Alley

Los Angeles, California- Fayhurst Alley

Seattle, Washington- Lightwater Alley

Denver, Colorado- Dormarsh Alley

I hope at least one Alley is close to you.

I hope this answers your questions. If you have any more, please do not hesitate to contact us.

Antonina Smith

Deputy Headmistress

Wow… Who knew this world was right under my nose, right in my city, all this time?

I'd like to visit Dorburn Alley. Where is the actual school located? My mom walked in.

"Are you done reading it?"

"Yeah, just finished. Do you know where the actual school is located?"

"I don't, but your father does. He left one of his pet falcons- he breeds falcons by the way- to send letters because we don't have any way to communicate with him the magic way." She led me to her room, where a falcon was sitting in a large cage. "It's magical and it feeds itself, so we don't need to worry about anything. From the sounds of it, magic falcons are actually quite sweet- unlike our muggle falcons." She looked at it fondly.

"Can I send him a letter? Is he too busy?"

"He's probably kinda busy, but I don't think he'd mind. Do you need help writing it? What do you wanna say?" I started to run out of the room.

"I gotta say sorry!" I said. I took out a note book and started writing.