Time: 2nd Generation (let's say James' year)
Ships/Parings: N/A
OG Idea: I wrote this because I was feeling sympathetic to this adorable little girl who was being mocked and teased (hence the first half), but the idea wasn't finished so I morphed it into what we have right now.
Setting: Hogwarts
Characters: Several OCs
Plot: "OC is on a train reflecting on how lucky she is to be in Hogwarts."
The Train to Hogwarts
Once upon a time, I had gone to that school, the school that would prove what patience I have for my peers—my magical ones, not the ones at home that couldn't compare to me.
Compared to my old peers, I was on a completely level just because I could use magic. No matter how many of them there were, they'd never exceed my magical abilities. None of them could turn the teacher's hair blue at random times. None of them could magically shrink their clothes, or make apples teleport into the faces of bullies.
To them, I was different.
My magic defined the first half of my life techniques—pranking teachers and knocking out bullies to teaching them lessons. I had many friends, but always felt like I never belonged. They were always at my back, you know? Spreading rumors about how I tricked them or forced them to drink alcohol, which of course is illegal for kids my age.
That changed when I was first received my letter to Hogwarts. I can clearly remember how excited I was that there was an owl—an owl that actually looked like it was heading towards my house. "Hey birdie!" I exclaimed while waving my hand, eyes full of delight. "How are you doing on a fine day like this?"
The bird came closer to me and I noticed there was something in its beak. I raised an eyebrow and opened the window, hesitant to pet the owl's soft looking feathers. I wanted to scream "Mom! Owl!" but the once in a lifetime experience was mine, not for my family. Then, something landed at my feet.
I felt like screaming. It was addressed to me, me, and specifically identified the room I lived in, the one with a beautiful corner to sit and read in. Shaking, I ran off in the other direction, forgetting about the owl until it dropped another letter, this time identifying who had sent it.
Huh... some headmaster guy. I shook my head and decided I should open it. Maybe I'd actually qualified for that prestigious school. Hopes high, I tore the letter up and felt the owl land on the staircase near where I was standing.
That was how I first found out about Hogwarts. Everything else felt like a whirlwind, and I absolutely couldn't wait for the new school year to start. I'd never have to see those brats again.
I can remember nervously sitting down in a train cabin next to a girl wearing wolf ears and a boy with very short hair, the siblings, Lily and Henri Jonas. They would later on become my best friends at Hogwarts.
Fast forwards to the second year, which is where I am right now. Lily, a Gryffindor and Henri, a Hufflepuff (like me), are in the train car together again, and we're about to set off for Hogwarts!
Last year was wonderful at Hogwarts. I wonder what the next one is going to be like.
A/N: As explained above in the "OG Idea", I wrote the first half because I was feeling sympathetic for a little kid that was being teased. The second half is my modified reflection after one year at my new school. I finished this when I was cleaning out my message box, I think that's enough for now.