Oh herro everyone! It is I, the author of "Do You Love Me?" and "Snow Globes." I couldn't help myself, I've been dying to upload this story since I finished writing the first chapter!

As the prompt says, this is an AU for the five liars, and takes place at Hogwarts: School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Here's a couple disclaimers and things you should know:

1. The girls are 14. I know that in Harry Potter, everyone starts out at age 11. But in this AU, Hogwarts is a high school. So, they're freshman.

2. THIS IS AU. So there's no A and I'm taking creative freedom in writing this story. Some of the things will be similar-like Aria dating Ezra, Paige and Ali hating each other, etc. You'll see. If I confuse you at all, please let me know.

3. This is NOT A CROSSOVER. Just wanted to make that really clear. So the liars are themselves, they just so happen to be going to school at Hogwarts. I like the idea of bringing magic into an already incredible story.

Okay! Without further ado, here is Chapter 1. Let me know what you think!


Ch 1

I snuggle farther into my wizard robes, suddenly feeling the drafty air enter my compartment. I look to my right, out the window. The train I'm on has just winded its way through a large thicket of trees, and we're coming up on a rather large tunnel. Within moments, darkness engulfs me; I can't even see my hand, despite the fact that it's right in front of my face. I hear Aria, one of my childhood best friends, squeak a little in shock. The light flickers back around us as we exit the tunnel, and I can't help but laugh at her frightened appearance. She brushes her dark hair out of her face and rolls her eyes.

I take a deep breath and suck my lips in; I'm so nervous for this.

A couple of weeks ago, I received my official invitation to start high school at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. My mom was so excited that she made my favorite dinner four nights in a row. Apparently it's harder to get into now than it's ever been. Of course, my dad was happy, too. But, he has some 'secret' job for the Ministry of Magic; he's almost never home. I can't even remember the last time all three of us sat together for dinner.

It's kind of lonely being an only child. I mean, I was forced to go to a muggle elementary school, so of course I had friends, but none of them were really… like me. Strange, unexplainable things never happened to them. They couldn't unlock doors without a key, or stare at a plant until it spontaneously combusts, or even sometimes make things disappear.

I glance to the seat across from me and grin at Aria. She's always been the only friend I've had who also can use magic. We met through our moms, who went to Hogwarts together. Aria has always been an interesting and artistic person, which I think is cool. She uses her clothing to express how she's feeling, and I've always been a little envious of that. It makes me sad knowing that she won't really be able to wear anything other than the school uniform.

The door to our compartment opens suddenly, causing me to jump a little. My eyes go right to the doorway, where a young, blonde teen is standing. She's not in her robes, which confuses me. Instead, she's in some sort of fashionable getup that is so expensive that I don't even like thinking about it. She has a gold, glittery tank top that's made of some material that probably costs my entire tuition, and a pair of dark washed, tight jeans. I didn't get a chance to look at her heels before she closes the door behind her and takes the seat next to Aria. The mystery girl looks bored as hell. Aria and I exchange a look.

"Sorry," she says, shrugging and looking between me and my friend. "The conductor told me that I had to sit down or he was going to throw me out the window. I've just been too anxious to sit anywhere."

She looks a little embarrassed as she stares down at her hands, folded neatly in her lap. The fact that she's sitting as far away from Aria as possible doesn't go unnoticed.

"I am too," I admit, quietly. The second that she looks back up at me, I quickly look away. She notices my spastic movements and I notice her smirk a little out of the corner of my eye.

"I'm Hanna," she says as she shakes Aria's hand. She smiles softly and extends her hand out to me. I must stare at it for a few moments too long, because she speaks again. "I'm not going to bite you, just shake my hand."

When I look back at her, she has a genuine smile on her face. Just seeing her smile so big made me feel more comfortable. I smile in return and shake her hand.

"I'm Emily," I clear my throat.

"Aria."

"Cool," is all Hanna says.

We fall into a silence, but it's not uncomfortable. I think the fact that we're all equally nervous is actually comforting to each of us.


"Now, if you will just file forward," a tall man's booming voice echoes through the halls.

I grab onto Aria's hand, making sure that I don't lose her.

We're standing right outside the Great Hall. I can feel my heart picking up speed with each second that passes by. We're waiting to be sorted into the four houses: Gryffindor, Slytherin, Ravenclaw, and Hufflepuff. I don't really know anything about any of the houses, so unlike my fellow peers, I don't have a preference. I just hope that whatever house I'm sorted into makes me feel at home.

The tall man, who introduces himself as Professor Hackett, leads us into the Great Hall. I feel like every single eye in the entire school is staring at me. We make our way between the houses' tables and up to the front of the hall. With help from another professor, he corrals us into a circle.

I take a few peeks around me, suddenly not feeling quite as nervous as before. I glance down at Aria and my interlocked hands; it gives me confidence that everything is going to be fine. All of the people around us don't seem like evil or something. There are a few kids who either already knew people in our class or are really good at making friends. Either way, I figure that I'll be fine.

He starts calling names, clearly not alphabetically. I ignore him, still glancing around the room. Aria sidles closer to me without saying anything.

My eyes immediately stop searching when my gaze falls upon a beautiful blonde girl, standing in almost the middle of the circle of First Years. I furrow my eyebrows—since when have I felt that way about girls? My heart rate picks up again and my hands start to feel clammy. Great, just when I had calmed down. I hope Aria doesn't notice that my palms are sweating.

The blonde girl looks in my direction, clearly bored. Within moments, we make eye contact. My breath gets caught in my throat and I forget how to breathe. She stares at me with the most beautiful cerulean eyes, one perfectly manicured eyebrow arched. I can't tell if she's disgusted or if she's just confused as to why I'm staring at her. All I know is that I need to know her name at least. I want to find out more about her life. She looks away from me, finally, whispering something to the girl beside her. Her friend, also a blonde, giggles a little and looks in my direction. She waves, clearly making fun of me. My stomach drops like I'm on a rollercoaster.

"Spencer Hastings."

A tallish brunette with a serious expression pushes through the throng of students. She glares at the two blonde friends as she shoulders into both of them. The beautiful blonde rolls her eyes, while her friend swats at this girl named Spencer.

Spencer's sorting is the first one I've actually paid attention to. She moves confidently up to the altar and sits on an old, rickety, wooden stool. It quivers a little as she puts her weight on it.

Professor Hackett moves forward and places an old, disgusting and withered witch's hat on Spencer's head. Spencer furrows her eyebrows, almost as if she's listening to someone talking.

Wait, is that hat talking to her telepathically?

"RAVENCLAW," the pointed hat screams.

Spencer noticeably exhales a sigh of relief. She shakes Hackett's hand and hurries off to go take a seat with her new house.

"Hanna Marin."

The pretty blonde girl from the train struts her way up to the stool. Her heels clack against the marble floor before coming to a halt as she sits down. A grimace makes its way onto her face as the old, ratty hat is placed on her head. It causes the crowd of students to chuckle.

The hat stays on her head for a few moments, and she narrows her eyes every once and a while. She bites her bottom lip, smudging some of her lip gloss.

After a few moments, "GRYFFINDOR."

I swallow and grab ahold of Aria's hand. Hanna looks so happy; I wonder if I got sorted into that house… I wonder if I could be that happy, too.

"Alison DiLaurentis."

My heart stops as the beautiful blonde looks up in response to her name. She puts a finger against her friend's lips to indicate that she should stop talking. With a smirk, Alison rolls her shoulders and flips her hair, winking at one of the guys in the process. She saunters her way up to the stool, sitting on it gracefully. She crosses her legs and waits expectantly.

The hat has barely touched the top of her gorgeous, golden hair, when it screams, "SLYTHERIN."

She smirks, and points over to her friend. Her friend rolls her eyes. Alison makes her way through the crowd towards the Slytherin table.

Alison. What a pretty name.

"Aria Montgomery."

I give Aria's hand a little squeeze for good luck. She gives me a panicked look before slowly making her way up to the stool. She sits, clearly uncomfortable under all of the attention. The hat is placed lightly on the crown of her head. She takes a deep breath and listens intently to it.

"RAVENCLAW."

Aria beams, probably thankful to not be in Slytherin. She bounds away from the stool and in the same direction as the Hastings girl.

"Emily Fields."

I noticeably jump and my face heats up. I clear my throat and nervously approach the stool and hat. Hackett stands beside it and waits patiently for me to sit down.

He lowers the hat onto my head, and I instantly hear a voice in my head. I look around subtly, trying to see if anyone else can hear it. Everyone is staring at me, but it doesn't seem like anyone else can hear the hat talking to me.

"Fields, Fields, Emily Fields," it sings. I can hear the joy behind its voice. "Daughter of Wayne and Pam; they were good, very good. Wizards and people. I know just where to put you. You'll find the best side of yourself in… GRYFFINDOR!"

I sigh, relieved. I don't know why, but since I saw that girl Hanna from the train was sorted into this house, I kind of wished that I could be sorted there, too. Even after seeing Aria sorted into Ravenclaw. I shakily step off of the stool, praying that my knees don't collapse. That would be so uncomfortable.

I try to slide in between and around my peers as I make my way over to the Gryffindor table. The first person I see is Hanna, and I don't waste any time moving to sit next to her.

There are rounds of congratulations and back slaps from my fellow Gryffindors as I sit down. I beam at the people around me.

"Well, long time no see, Em," Hanna playfully rams into my shoulder. She looks at me with raised eyebrows.

I smile wider, but this time it's more to myself than anyone else. I hadn't even been here for two hours and I already felt completely at home.


alright well i hope you guys enjoyed it! i'm still not completely sure if i want to continue, so please give me feedback and let me know what you think. i always look forward to hearing from you!

have a great day lovelies!