Hey, everybody! Here is chapter numbre tres! Yeah! I know two Spanish words...I think. I'm not quite sure because my teacher doesn't exactly teach very well. Anyways, this is Maggie's debut chapter and I hope y'all like it!

(c) All Harry Potter characters, magical items, and Hogwarts belong to J.K. Rowling. All except Maggie and Matt and Tessa.

Maggie POV

I have to admit: Hogwarts has my grandmother beat when it comes to baked chicken. After Headmaster McGonagall said an opening speech about the Forbidden Forest, Filch, and a Giant Squid, food started to pile on magically on our plates. And much to my delight, my plate was stuffed with chicken.

I come from a Muggle family in America. My father died when I was five, so I live with my mother and her parents. They were quite surprised when I got my letter, but supported me none the less. Then a man who was calling out the first years' names, Professor Longbottom, came to bring me shopping for school supplies and guided me to Platform 9 3/4. He also came me a book about the school. He said it should help me lean some of the magical terms.

Of course, it didn't keep my extremely uncoordinated feet from tripping up the stair right before my Sorting. The Hat was strange. The book, Hogwarts a History: Revised Version, hadn't prepared me for a voice inside my head. And even now, its words echo inside my head...

A daughter of a Muggle family, eh?

"W-Who's there?"

I am the Sorting Hat of Hogwarts. I'm the one who decides what House to put you in. Weren't you listening to my song?

"Well, yes, but I didn't know you would actually have a conversation with me."

What else would I do?

"I don't know, go through all of my memories and sort through my deepest fears and stuff. You really can't blame me, I mean, I am from a Muggle family."

Well, then, let's get to your Sorting, shall we? Hmmm...I'd say that you'd be a Hufflepuff, but you aren't very...friendly, are you?

"I'm friendly. I just happen to be a bit shy."

Yes, yes, you're much too friendly to be a Slytherin.

"Good, I'd rather not sleep underground."

The dungeons are actually quite nice, if I do say so myself. But, of course, you have the mind of an average girl, don't you?

"What's that suppose to mean?"

You don't belong in Ravenclaw. Well, the last one's Gryffindor, isn't it? Well, if you meet and befriend the right people, I expect that you will do great things there.

"You mean I can't do well by myself?"

Nonsense; You could, the right people, who are a very diverse group, might be able to knock the shyness right out of you. Wouldn't you like that?

"Well, of course! Okay, then! Place me where I'll be able to kick the shyness out of my system, please!"

That's the spirit! Now, go head over to...

"GRYFFINDOR!"

So now I'm sitting next to a beautiful, tall blond girl who introduced herself as Victorie Weasley. She said that she is Head Girl, that if I need anything I can ask her, and that her two cousins: Rose Weasley and Albus Potter, were both being Sorted too. During the Sorting, I listen to the reactions of the students when each name was called. Like when "Malfoy, Scorpius" was Sorted into Gryffindor after me, there was only a polite applause until a loud first year girl started cheering for him. Then the Gryffindor students started whooping and whistling. Then, when "Potter, Albus" and "Weasley, Rose" were called, whispers arose from the entire student body. Luckily for me, no one knew my name; although the dead silence was pretty nerve racking.

After the delicious meal, a prefect named Molly Weasley (Holy Cow! There are a lot of them here!) gathers all the Gryffindor students up to lead them to the Gryffindor Tower. Behind me, girls are giggling and flirting and boys are cracking jokes and punching each other playfully. I stay in the middle of the huge group, just so I won't get left behind or lost and so that not everyone is looking at me up in front.

Yup. Pretty pathetic, huh?

A ghost is flying over us, chatting casually to a group of first years. I watch paintings wave and call out warm welcomes to us. A small ballerina girl salutes me and I smile back at her. I'm so busy sight-seeing that I don't realize that we had stopped until I walk into something-

Oops. Someone.

The boy turns around. He is a first year with bright green eyes and messy black hair. I think I remember him from the Sorting... Oh, yeah! His name is Albus Potter; Victorie's cousin, and the boy who cause all the hubbub. I might've read something about his family saving the Wizarding World or defeating a Dark Lord. Whatever that is.

"Sorry," I say quietly. "I kinda got distracted. It's really amazing here."

Albus nods. "Yeah, my mum and dad went here when they were our age. Are you by any chance Muggle-born?"

"Yeah, Professor Longbottom brought me here from America."

"Well, that would explain the funny accent."

"Look who's talking," I mutter.

Albus raises an eyebrow. "I have a weird accent?"

"Maybe not here, but my neighbor would freak out if she met someone who talked like you."

"Freak out?"

I blush in embarrassment. "Sorry...um...It's an American saying."

"Is it good?" he asks.

"It just means to get excited over angry about. My neighbor would be excited," I explain. "She's a little crazy."

"You should see my cousin." Albus laughs, but I just smile shyly. Stupid shyness. "So you've met Uncle Neville?"

"Uncle-?"

"I mean, Professor Longbottom." He makes a face. "Ugh, this is just too weird."

This time, I giggle softly and Albus grins at me. "Yeah, I met him. He's super nice. How do you know him?"

"Well, he and my dad went to school together, and he's always been a close family friend," he says. "His daughter is actually a Hufflepuff in my brother's year," Albus adds this as an afterthought.

"Wow. Small world."

As the Gryffindors file into the Dormitories, Molly explains that the room we are entering is the Common Room, where you can just hang out and socialize during the weekends or after classes.

"Hey, Rosie!" Albus calls.

A girl with long curly red hair and freckles splattered across her face turns and grabs two boys by the arm toward us. She stands straight with perfect posture and says, "Al! There you are! Hey, you made a friend!" She wiggles her eyebrows.

"Oh, hush, Rosie," Albus says. "This is...Holy Merlin! I don't even know your name! I'm Albus Potter, by the way. This is my cousin Rose Weasley and our friends Scorpius Malfoy and Matthew Zabini. What's your name?"

"I'm Margaret Griswold," I say resorting back to my quiet self. One person is fine, but four is kinda overwhelming. "You can call me Maggie, though."

"Oh! I remember you from the Sorting!" Rose exclaims. Oh, no! She's going to say I tripped. Please don't say I tripped. Please don't say I tripped! "You're the one with the super pretty hair! Matthew says you're ginger, but I think you have more dirty blonde hair. What do you call it?"

Phew! That might've just stopped my heart. "Um...I guess it's amber-well, that's what my mom says. Half red, half dirty blond."

"Wicked!" Matthew exclaims.

I feel my face heat up in embarrassment. Albus's face lights up as if he just remembered something important.

"Hey, Rosie! I just remembered that Maggie and I don't get the password," he tells her. "We were behind some really loud sixth years, so we couldn't hear Molly."

"Password? What password?"

Rose grins. "Just a password you might want to remember if you want to be able to get in here at night, or during the day. Are you sure you weren't being really loud, Al?"

"What? No, we just couldn't hear! C'mon, Rosie! Be a nice, non-blackmailing cousin and help a guy out!"

"Well, the password is: Boggart," Scorpius announces.

Rose's eyes widen. "Scorp! Why would you tell them that! I was gonna make him give me something before I gave him the password!"

Scorpius shrugs and grins at Rose. "Don't know, I just didn't feel like watching bribery. And since when did you start calling me 'Scorp?'"

"Well, we all have nicknames: Al, Maggie, Scorp, Matt, and Rosie. And Matt already calls you 'Scorp.' So since we are all going to be friends, we might as well call each other by our nicknames."

"Good point there, Rosie Posie," Albus agrees. "I agree-"

"ALBUS SEVERUS POTTER! DON'T YOU DARE CALL ME 'ROSIE POSIE' EVER AGAIN, UNLESS YOU WANT TO WAKE UP AT THE BOTTOM OF THE GREAT LAKE!"

Matthew snickers as Albus cowers behind Scorpius, but when he realizes that Scorpius isn't hiding him very well, he yanks me gently next to Scorpius.

"Don't move, if I can't see her, she can't see me," he whispers quickly, peeking over our shoulders.

I laugh at his failing attempt to hide from his cousin. Rose stomps over and glares, but I see her mouth twitch upward slightly. She's hiding a smile, and isn't really mad. She rolls her eyes.

"Oh, my," she begins sarcastically. "Now, where has that Albus Potter gone? I guess he isn't here since I don't see him hiding behind Maggie and Scorp like a coward." She snorts. "C'mon, Al! Where's your Gryffindor courage?"

"Rose," Albus says peeking around Scorpius's arm. "Godric Gryffindor would be scared if Grandmum, Mum, or Aunt Hermione got angry. Now when you get angry, Voldemort would be scared."

Rose pushes through Scorpius and I gently before playfully punching Albus's arm. Matthew, Scorpius, and I laugh at Albus's pretend oh-I'm-in-so-much-pain-face.

I like Albus. He's very funny.

Rose is cool, too. She seems so confident.

Matthew seems nice. His laugh is very contagious.

Scorpius is quiet, kinda like me.

They're all different. I have a funny feeling that I've found that "very diverse group" the Sorting Hat was talking about.

Done with Chapter 3! Did you like it? Yes? No? Maybe so? Well, I'll never know if you don't review! Thank you tradgedymaster01 and InkTeardrops for reviewing on the last two chapters! It is well appreciated!
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