Title: A Dresden at Hogwarts
Rating: T
Summary: Maggie Dresden is invited to attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. While on the Hogwarts Express she makes friends with Harry Potter. Sorted into Slytherin she tries to blend into a world where everyone hides what they are from others. When she saves Hermione Granger's life she proves her worth and finds herself protecting her Gryffindor friend from the dangers of his first year. Crossover of the Dresden Files.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of Rowling or Butchers characters and I'm making nothing from this.
Chapter 11: Helping Harry Out
Something was going to happen, I could feel it. I told my father about the Sorcerer's Stone and when I mentioned it all he told me was that he was going to collect who he needed. I knew the White Council would be interested in the stone and I would give it to them, if I could find it. As the weeks passed, and exams got closer, the feeling only grew more and more powerful. Finally, it happened.
Quirrell took Harry Potter away.
"What happened?" I asked, before I knew that Harry had been taken.
"Quirrell took him," she said, "He knocked him out and took him away during defense."
I cursed and then I summoned my father.
Ten minutes later my father, Molly, and eleven Wardens appeared. Hermione told them were the three headed dog, dear gods a three headed dog, was located. Since I was too young to fight I would have to wait until they came back. Snape, and the other Professors, arrived.
"The wards have been breached," he told me. "What do you know-?"
"Harry's in trouble," I cut in, "I sent for my father, Molly, and the Wardens. Don't get involved!"
And I turned and left, hoping that he wouldn't get involved.
The next morning the severed head of Professor Quirrell greeted me. I groaned and looked at my father.
"I was about to get up and eat," I told him.
"Want to hear what happened?" my father asked me.
"Fine," I said.
My father explained that Quirrell was the host for the disembodied spirit of a defeated wizard, something that he had taken care of personally. My father had done some ritual, using his powers as the Winter Knight to defeat him. However, for young Harry, he had been injured.
"He doesn't have the skills," I told him.
"I know that," my father said, "That's why I've decided that I will train him."
"Train him," I said, confused, "But isn't he too young."
"You weren't too young to train," he told me.
True.
"But what about who he lives with?"
"The Wardens are taking care of them," my father said, "And I don't think that they'll like what they're going to get."
I had a feeling that he knew something about my friend that I didn't know.
"What did they-?"
"I'll let my namesake tell you," he said and then he got up and left, taking the head with him.
The exams came around, minus the one for Defense Against the Dark Arts. Hermione talked about how easy the exams were and I heard Harry groaning. He told me, during one of the breaks, that the Dursley's hated him because he had magic.
"Training under him is hard," I told him. "Trust me, I know."
"Well anything is better than the Dursley's."
And from what he told me, I agreed.