Thank you guys for reviewing and everything! I got so excited about this that I started writing this chapter almost immediately after I published the first one while working on other stuff. For the record, I am calling this the Philosopher's Stone because that is what Rowling officially calls the Sorcerer's Stone. Now, I was going to try and have characters from the earlier seasons of TNG come in, but the numbers did not really add up, so for now I'm sticking doing what I can with who I think can be beneficial to the story. Read, review, enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Degrassi

Chapter Two

Ten years later, the mystery that surrounded Harry Potter was still great around the Wizarding community. How did he defeat the Dark Lord? How did he survive? Why did his parents die but not him? The Canadian Ministry, although just as amazed by this as the rest of the world, were preparing for another school year that was less than two months away. For the past decade, the young witches and wizards of Toronto were transported to Britain to attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. It took a lot of time to prepare transportation and to figure out how all the students could get their supplies, but all complications were smoothed over and sorted before the first load of students were able to go.

For the students who had already gone to Hogwarts, they were anxiously awaiting their letters for the next school year. They were watching the skies two weeks into summer vacation, but they knew their letters would not arrive towards the end of July.

One of the eager on lookers was fourteen-year-old Darcy Edwards. She was standing on her balcony, staring at the sky for an owl. She was so excited to get back to Hogwarts, to see her friends again, to see him again . . . oh, yes, him. They spent almost every second together at Hogwarts, but that's where their romance remained. Her parents did not allow her to date until she was fifteen; it was rule they had set for her and her sister and they were quite strict on enforcing it. They could not exchange letters because her parents would get suspicious, so she could not wait for the day she saw him again.

"What are you doing?" a voice said behind Darcy, bringing her out of her trance. A second later, an eleven-year-old girl was standing next to her; her long brown hair was tied behind her head in a ponytail as she looked at the sky through her glasses.

"Nothing," Darcy shrugged.

"Sure," she nodded, not believing her at all. "You're not keeping an eye out for owls, are you?"

"So what if I am?" she said. "Who knows, your letter could be coming with it."

Clare had turned eleven months ago and Darcy knew that her letter would be on its way in no time at all.

"I'm not getting a letter."

"What are you talking about?" Darcy said, looking at her sister.

"I'm not getting one," Clare repeated. "I'm not magical."

"Come on," Darcy retorted. "I didn't know I was magical either until I got my letter."

"Yeah, but you always made things happen whenever bad things happened."

It was true; when she was seven, Darcy was so angry in elementary school one day and all the students who were mean to her got big, green pimples on their foreheads. Another time when she was ten, she was so upset when her father sent her to her room that the book he was holding burst into flames.

"Well, maybe you're just a late bloomer or something."

"I don't know," Clare said.

She was really disappointed knowing that she would not be going to Hogwarts. Neither of her parents had magical abilities, so she knew that this could not be hereditary, so she should not be that surprised. She wished to go to this magical school though, even if just for a day. Darcy had spoken of it so much that she just wished to see it all for herself; she wanted to learn magic and brew potions and explore the castle. But her lack of magical abilities made her know the truth: she would never step foot inside Hogwarts.

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Clare and Darcy were walking down the street later that day; they had decided to go to the Dot to get some lunch and a milkshake while their parents were out. Even as they walked down the busy sidewalk, the older sister kept looking up to the sky.

"Do you think that's it?" she exclaimed, pointing to a small, dark mark in the distance.

"That's a goose," Clare pointed out, not sure how anyone can mix up the two.

"Sugar," Darcy groaned as they continued moving.

"It'll come eventually," Clare assured her. She really wished Darcy would stop expecting her owl to come around the corner at any second; it made reminded her how she would not be able to go.

They stepped into the restaurant, seeing a few familiar faces. Darcy saw Declan and Fiona Coyne as they sat near the window with their friend, Holly J Sinclair. They went to Hogwarts with her, but they did not even reference each other; the trio stayed in their world while Darcy stayed in hers with her sister. They were a grade below her and she tried her best to avoid them, considering they were not on the best terms. All four of them were in Gryffindor house together, but their history was sketchy and did not wish to waste breath on each other.

The two girls sat down at a table, a waiter coming by to take their orders and then leaving them. Since Darcy was facing a window, she kept looking over and around Clare's head to see if an owl was swooping down into the groups of people or passing cars outside.

"Darce," Clare complained.

"Sorry," she said, coming back to earth.

"It'll come when you least expect it."

"I know, but the waiting is driving me crazy."

"But then you have to wait forever until you have to go back."

"I know, but I would like to know that I'm going back soon."

"It's like you're so eager to leave Mom, Dad, and me," Clare teased.

"It's not that I'm eager to leave you; I'm just eager to go back and see everyone again."

Clare, of course, had no idea that going back to Hogwarts would mean that Darcy would see her boyfriend again; the wait was unbearable and she wished desperately that she would be able to see him as soon as possible.

A few minutes later, their waiter came back with their lunches and milkshakes; they were ready to eat when they realized that they were missing something.

"We need straws," Darcy stated before standing up and walking towards the counter to ask one of the waiters.

She was on her way to the counter when something caught her eye outside; she turned her head to see some sort of bird. She squinted, wondering if it was an owl or something else; before she could inquire any further, she collided with a solid being. As she did, she felt the person gasp and so did she, especially when the contents of the cup being held in the person's hand spilled onto her shirt.

"Oh I'm so –."

Darcy stopped short after seeing who she was speaking to. In front of her was a thirteen-year-old girl with blue eyes and strawberry blonde hair; she stood there and looked at Darcy, absolutely appalled.

"Watch it, Edwards," Holly J snapped at her.

"You watch it, Sinclair," Darcy sneered.

The girl just rolled her eyes and began walking away. Darcy shook her head at how rude she was; she did not mean to bump into her. She also thought it was wrong how Holly J acted that way when Darcy was the one who got some of the drink on her shirt. She glared at Holly J until she took her seat again, wondering if they would ever outgrow their dislike towards each other.

Darcy eventually got the straws and sat back down with Clare, who had been observing the scenario.

"What was that about?" she asked, noticing how Darcy gave that girl a nasty look.

"Nothing," Darcy reassured as she tried dabbing the cola off her shirt with a napkin. "Just some girl from school."

"Holly J Sinclair?" she guessed, recalling all the letters Darcy had written about her.

"Yeah," Darcy nodded.

Clare never met the girl personally, but Holly J and Darcy had this rivalry. She could not understand why because her sister never explained what happened between them, but she did not like her already. Evidently her parents worked for the Ministry and gave her a sense of superiority or maybe she just put herself on pedestal. Either way, she was disgusted by the way she treated her sister at Hogwarts and here. Wishing that karma would take care of her, Clare just tried focusing on her lunch.

Suddenly, there was a high-pitched squeal. Clare turned around and saw Holly J Sinclair rising from her chair and screaming as she looked down at her hands; they were red and . . . smoking? Yes, they were smoking; Clare could not believe it, but it looked like as though Holly J's hands were about to burst into flames at any second.

Everyone was staring except for Fiona and Declan, who were guiding Holly J out of the restaurant as quickly as possible.

"It's okay," Fiona was saying to her. "I'm sure my mom can fix this."

Seconds later, everyone was still in shock about what just happened and how the teens had just left the building without asking anyone for help.

"Whoa . . . that was weird," Clare stated as she turned around. To her surprise, Darcy was staring at her in awe. "What?"

"Clare, I think you did that," she explained in a hushed tone.

"What? No I didn't."

"Uh, yes, you did! It's the only logical explanation."

"That I did that to her? How is the even possible? She was over there and I was right here."

"Okay, what were you thinking about right before that happened."

"I was thinking about all the things you told me about her and how karma should take care of her."

Darcy's mouth fell open.

"Clare . . . that was magic."

"What?"

"You were angry and something happened; you made it happen."

Clare could not believe it; she had been hoping to display some shred of magical ability, but she never imagined it being like this.

"S-So . . . I did magic."

"You did magic," Darcy nodded with a smile. "Clare, you can do magic! You're going to be able to go to Hogwarts with me!"

Clare smiled, disbelieved that this was happening. An hour ago she thought that she was never going to be able to go to this school Darcy had told her so much about and now she was going to experience if herself.

Excited, smiled at Darcy and quickly began asking her all questions imaginable about Hogwarts. Her sister told her about the castle, the teachers, the lessons, the game known as Quidditch, the magic, everything. Darcy kept telling her all she knew through lunch and she continued on their way home, Clare hanging on to every word she said. She pictured everything in her mind as Darcy explained it to her and prayed that their owl would soon come to deliver their letters.

FYI, I don't hate Holly J. Just remember, she's thirteen at this point. Reviews please?