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DISCALIMER: No I do not own Harry Potter

Dumbledore told me that a major form of transportation for wizards was Apparating. It was like teleportation except the process was rather unpleasant for first timers. Now, the problem with being immune to magic was that Dumbledore couldn't Side-Apparate with me. For some reason he was more amused than frustrated with it. I needed to get home but the Hogwart's train had already left station and wouldn't be back until the Holidays. Dumbledore could call for it. He had privileges like that but it would cause suspicion among the students and would be troublesome for the train driver. So in the end, I thought of a wonderful idea.

"Why not Apparate my parents here instead," I suggested.

"Yes. I thought about that too," Dumbledore said, nodding thoughtfully, "But it would scare them off strange old man suddenly blurted to them the truth,"

I thought about it too and knew that he was right. Mom and Dad were frantic right now. If Dumbledore were to show up at the front door, Mom would punch him the minute he said the word magic. They probably already called the police. I would have called them but my phone wasn't working. Dumbledore explained that Magic and technology don't go well together. Most electronic appliances go haywire in Hogwarts and in the wizard world. Though he did seem fascinated by my sleek black Iphone though.

My best bet was that, they were in grandma's house which shouldn't be too far from here. Dumbledore told me we were in a forest at Scotland but he never specified where much less give the proper coordinates. I'm not sure he even knows what coordinates are. I looked at my phone, "Professor," I said, handing my phone to him. He wrapped his long, nimble fingers around it, "We really don't have much of a choice right now. Give them this as proof,"

He smiled and nodded, "Very well," he said. I told him my address and he stepped back from me. I heard a familiar loud crack, like a gunshot and then with a cartoonish pop, Dumbledore disappeared. I sat on the chair across his desk and waited.

It took about 10 minutes for them to 'pop' back into the office. This time, my parents doubled over, with nauseated expressions as if they were about to throw up. Mom was the first to steady her feet and when she saw me, she tackled me in a tight hug. She was sobbing heavily on my favorite blue hoodie.

"April, oh thank God!" She said, still sobbing. My father glared at Dumbledore for a while but when he saw me, he looked relieved and then hugged me as well.

"Are you okay? Are you hurt? Did they do anything weird or bad to you?" My mom said quickly. She wasn't hugging me anymore but was now shaking my shoulders.

"You shouldn't have ran off like that," said my dad. His voice was firm but I detected a hint of worry.

"I'm fine, Mom. Dad," I said in monotone, "I'm sorry I ran off like that,"

My mom started crying again. Her knees wobbled and she knelt on the ground covering her face, trying to cover up her tears. My Dad also knelt down to comfort her, rubbing circles on her back affectionately, "We were so worried…" She sniffed, "We thought…with your condition…" I've described my mom being tough but deep inside, she was a crybaby. I felt really bad for making them worried like that.

"But there's something that you need to know," I said softly. My Dad finally hoisted my mother up and placed her gently unto the chair across Dumbledore's desk. Dumbledore waved his hand and a glass of water magically appeared on the table. My Dad was too worried for Mom to be surprised. He helped her drink the water until she was breathing normally again.

"April," she started, her voice was still weak. I could see that her eyes were red and puffy from all the crying, her brown hair was disheveled like she had been pulling them out of frustration and her face looked weary like she aged 10 years in a span of one day, "Who is that man?" she gestured towards Dumbledore, "How did he…Why…What is happening sweetheart,"

Dumbledore was about to open his mouth but I beat him to it, "Mom. Dad. This is Albus Dumbledore, the Headmaster for Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry,"

"I am terribly sorry for my actions. But I needed to get you here," he said, "Mr. and Mrs. Reinart. This will not be easy to accept but every word that has escaped from my lips remains true. Magic exists Mr. and Mrs. Reinart and I am what you call a wizard,"

My father scoffed, "You're joking,"

"He's not," I said bluntly, "How else would you explain how you got here in a blink of an eye,"

My Dad began stuttering, "But..but..But that's not possible," He was like me. Or at least what I used to be. A beliver of science, "There's has to be some sort of explanation…It could be an advance form of technology. It's possible but then…."

"It may be difficult to believe it Mr. Reinart but what I say is true. Magic has existed for thousands of years—"

"I don't care if magic exists or not. I just want to know why April is here?!" Mom yelled at Dumbledore.

"Don't blame him, Mom. I came here on my own. I was curious," I told her bluntly, "Also, I asked Dumbledore to bring you here. You see, Mom. I'm different from most people,"

"I know that sweetie,"

"Mom. I'm immune to magic. And because of that I want to attend this school."

Sometime I pride myself in being blunt. Mom and Dad gaped at me. Finally, Dad spoke, "But that doesn't make any sense,"

"Dad, you've just been teleported by an old man who looks like Gandalf in violet clothes and arrived in a room with a phoenix. Nothing makes sense now," I said.

"No. not that," He said, "As far as I'm concerned, I'm still not accepting the whole..this," he made a circling gesture with his fingers, "What I want to know is why exactly do you want to go to school here when you can't do any magic?"

I shrugged, "Eh…Life lesson, I guess,"

He gave me another puzzled look. I sighed, "Long story short, some of the kids here are prejudice and Dumbledore wants them to interact with muggles to teach them that we are no different from wizards but he was afraid for their safety. Now, because I'm immune to magic, the kids here couldn't abracadabra me into oblivion even if they wanted to. Now I beg of you. I really want this, Mom, Dad. Please,"

I couldn't make out their expressions anymore, "But…April—"

"Please,"

And with that last word, Mom looked at Dad. They had a silent conversation and then, finally, Mom nodded to me and then to Dumbledore. The old man smiled.

"So does this mean April doesn't have psychosis?" Mom asked Dumbledore.

"I believe not, Mrs. Reinart. If you ask me, I believe that she's mentally strong,"

True. I do have a better hold of things than most of the teens these days. Not once did I have thoughts of suicide. I really don't consider myself as depressed and I've never really made problems for myself.

"We are sorry we didn't believe you when you were younger, sweetie," Mom said tearing up a bit again.

"I know, Mom. I wouldn't believe me too,"

After that, Dumbledore explained everything that we needed to know. The things that I needed to buy and the classes that I was going to take. I wasn't going to be graded in the purely magical classes but I was still encouraged to attend them if I wanted to. So far, the classes of which I could do without necessarily having magic included Potions, Herbology, Astronomy, Care of Magical Creatures, History of Magic, Arithmency, and Muggle studies. To make sure that I wasn't lost, Dumbledore was going to assign to me a student guide who would help me throughout my stay in Hogwarts. He was going to sort me into a house but then found out that the Sorting Hat wouldn't work on me because I was immune so I was left to pick. He suggested Gryffindor of course because it was his previous House though Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw were also advisable.

"What about Slytherin?" I asked.

"Slytherin wouldn't be a good House to choose from, April. It is the House where majority of purebloods and muggle haters reside. Thought not all of them act this way but I'm afraid that the students there would be hostile towards you,"

Shame. I rather liked the color green. He then continued to explain the Houses and their qualities. Gryffindor was for the Brave and Chivalrous. Hufflepuff was for the hardworking and loyal, Ravenclaw was for those with wit and intelligence while Slytherin was for the cunning and ambitious.

"I don't really like picking," I said frowning.

"Let me ask you a question, Miss Reinart," came the voice of the Sorting Hat, "What is the best way of winning a game,"

I didn't have to think about it really well. I was good at games. Especially video games. Preferably the ones with strategy, "that seems general doesn't it?"

"Just answer the question,"

I rolled my eyes, "You have to be specific,"

"What is the first thought that comes into your mind,"

"Make your opponent think you're not actually playing the game so he lets his guard down and when does, strike when you grasp his weakness,"

The hat and Dumbledore were silent for a moment.

"If you were a wizard you'd be in Slytherin right about now," it said.

I huffed, "Just put me in Gryffindor. I really couldn't care less what House I'd be in," I actually wanted to be in Hufflepuff because I might receive a friendlier greeting and plus they may not think of me as a threat but then I found out that the rooms there were always sunny.

"GRYFFINDOR!" the hat shouted.

"Marvelous," said Dumbledore, "Well, I shall be taking your parents' home now, April,"

Mom hugged me tightly and smiled sadly. "This has been a weird day. Can we go to the pub?" Dad said.

Mom let out a heavy sight, "Yea alright," she whispered as if I wasn't in front of them.

Dumbledore apparated and within a minute, he was back.

Hermione Granger had been summoned to Dumbledore's office for a special prefect assignment. When she heard of it, she was glad. She told the gargoyle the password and walked up the spiraling staircase and when she got there, the first one she saw was a girl who was about 15-16 years old with copper-rust hair and cold icy gray eyes. Her face was stoic and emotionless and she had an air of pureblood royalty. The girl tilted her head to the side a bit and then spoke, "You have some toothpaste on your cheek," she said. Her voice was the same as her composure. Bored and monotone filled with no emotion whatsoever. Hermione blushed lightly and quickly wiped her cheek. Dumbledore finally reappeared and then smiled warmly at her, "Ah…Miss Granger, finally,"

"Sir?"

"April. This is Hermione Granger, a 5th year students from Gryffindor. You wont have to worry about anything from now on. She's the brightest witch of her age and a prefect. She'd be your student guide from now on. Miss Granger, meet April Reinart. She's Hogwarts new exchange student,"

Hermione had so many questions flowing inside her head. Since when did Hogwarts have exchange students and why in Merlin's name wasn't she at the feast getting sorted.

"It was a sudden development. I came unannounced," April said.

Did she read her mind?

"No. I can't read minds,"

Dumbledore let out an amuse chortle.

"Miss Granger. Sit. This would take some time to explain,"

Hermione was very surprised. She was also quite curious why. April was apparently immune to magic. Dumbledore proved it by casting a color-changing charm on her and nothing happened.

"How is it possible? I've never heard of anything like this before,"

"Neither have I, Miss Granger. There has been no accounts of muggles being immune to magic. It seems that April is a very special muggle," Dumbledore said.

"Now that April has been enrolled as a special case student here in Hogwarts, I expect you make her feel welcome and teach her how things work around here,"

"Yes. Sir," Hermione face April and forced out a smile. She was still confused and at the same time curious about everything. April didn't seem very nice but since she was in Gryffindor House, Hermione had a job to do and make her feel as welcomed as possible. She extended her hand and April reluctantly took it. April moved her one side of her lip as if she was trying to return the gesture.

"Pleasure," said Hermione.

"Likewise," supplied April.

"I believed that its bedtime now. Chop, chop. Off you go,"

And with that, the two teens exited the great wizard's office.

The rest of the trip to the common room was spent with Hermione telling April a brief History of Hogwarts, some of the rules and how much she was going to have so much fun here even though she can't do magic. They finally reached the common room, "Carpe diem," Hermione said the password.

"Remember the password," she told April. By the time they reached the common room, it was nearly empty because the students were up in bed save for a 2 couples and 3 students who were studying.

"So this is the common room,"

April looked around the room for a moment, "Love the chairs," she commented.

"Yes. They're quite comfy. Follow me. I'll lead you to your dorm room. Thea stairs on the right are the girl's dormitory. Don't worry about any boys coming in, our dormitory is charmed so that boys cant enter they'll simply be pushed off," Hermione explained as she led her to the staircase.

"What about the boys? Can girls come to their dormitories,"

"Yes. The Founders may have thought the girls were more trustworthy. Come,"

They walked and Hermione led April through a hallway with several wooden doors. She opened the one at the last revealing a cozy room with four beds.

"Hermione," An Indian girl suddenly arose, "There's a new bed that just appeared. Are you moving back in?"

"No, Parvati," Hermione said, "We actually have a new student,"

"A new student?" 3 girls said and gasped in unison.

"Hey," April greeted appearing behind Hermione. She wondered why they hadn't noticed her right away.

"Girls. This is April Reinhart. Reinhart, this is Parvti Patil, Lavender Brown, Katie Bell and Natalie McDonald,"

"Hello," Parvati gretted meekly.

"I like your hair" Natalie complimented.

"Your eyes are weird?"

"Lavender, Don't say stuff like that," Scolded Katie.

"Sorry,"

"None taken," April said.

And they all gasped again "An American!" Parvati excalaimed.

"You're accent is strange,"

"Why is an American here Hermione?"

"You all do realize that the American can hear you," April said.

"Hush you three," Hermione shushed them, 'Be nice to April, she's not exactly like us,"

"Why don't you tell them?"

"Wouldn't you like it to be a surprise?"

"whats' a surprise, Hermione?" Asked Katie Bell.

April smirked, "I'm not a wizard, so please don—"

Then another loud gasp came, "American!"

"A Muggle!"

"What's a muggle doing here in Hogwarts?"

"How did she breech the defenses?"

"Calm down girls," Hermione told them, "Everything would be explained tomorrow. Reinhart is a special case. You'll see. Now all of you got to sleep. It's 12 in the morning and we all need to be early tomorrow," Hermione then turned to face April, "You'll be fine. Breakfast is at 7 sharp,"

"Yeah,….I'm not sure I'd be able to do that. I usually wake up at noon," April told her.

"We'll make sure to wake you," Lavender said.

"Yeah, Katie has trouble waking up early too. We usually have to cast an Augumenti spell to wake her up,"

"Please never do that again,"

"How else would you wake up, Katie," said Parvati.

"Now, girls. Cease the chatting. I believe that April is very tired so I'm warning you of asking her questions that would keep you awake till 3 in the morning," Hermione said, "Best be off now. Have a good night April, girls,"

"Good night, Hermione," they all said in unison. Hermione closed the door, Leaving April alone with the group of girls who gasped too much and looked at her like they were pre-schoolers and she was someone who suddenly grew two heads.

"Please don't talk to me. I'm tired and my saliva is drying out," April told them in her usual monotone.

Natalie squealed, "Her accent is adorable,"

"Ditto to you too, McDonald," April replied. She walked towards the bed and immediately plopped herself into it, lying down and enjoying the feel of the red and orange sheets.

"She talks funny," Natalie whispered to Katie.

"Shush, she can hear you," Katie whispered back.

"I'm hitting the hay. Good night, guys," April said. The truth was she wasn't really sleepy she just couldn't cope up with the girl's high energy and high pitch voices as they gossiped. Plus they looked at her like she was a rare creature which she didn't know whether to be flattered or annoyed.

They continued whispering and they were bad at it too.

"She looks rather pompous," Lavender said.

"Shhh…she could be still awake,"

"She cant hear us. We are whispering," Natalie whispered.

"Don't be mean, girls, maybe she's nice," Katie said.

"I really want to ask her some more questions. I mean can you imagine, Life without magic?"

April tried her best to sleep but they were too noisy. Throughout the entire evening, she listened to their gossips about her and then about Harry Potter, whoever that was and then their chattering changed to a topic that April had absolutely no idea about.

She had a dreamless sleep that day.