So, it's been a while since I've used this site. I've been writing my own stories, on wattpad and quotev, so I haven't been on. However, I found an old Harry Potter fanfiction from 2017 in my drafts.

And damn, it's very cheesy. However, I polished it up a bit so it's better (even if it's still a bit cheesy).

Here you go~

"Are you quite sure I have to come to England with you?" I ask, holding my bags tightly against me as we walk down the narrow corridor, feet's stamps echoing against stone walls. My mother gave a tight nod, not a hair in her tight bun shifting.

"Of course, darling. We think it'll be better if you attended Hogwarts, rather than Ilvermorny, due to the...well," she pauses, and I nod lightly.

"I know, I know. I'm just surprised you didn't send me to a normal school, actually," I answer. Dad pats my shoulder from behind.

"You need to learn how to do magic properly, still, even if you can do your own thing at the drop of the hat. Besides, I don't think you'll be able to do proper maths after not doing math for three years," he jokes. "Don't worry. There are half-bloods and no-maj born magicians over there by the bucket full. It'll be amazing there."

"But isn't it weird going back to the country you escaped from?" I ask, and my mother glares at me. "The past isn't important. Only look towards the future, darling."

I nod, and we continue moving forward, only the dim street lights to guide us. Having been born as a half-blood in a country where it's practically only pure blood wizards, it was tough. I had a friend, however, the general populace of the school ignored me. In the beginning, they respected me after finding out I was from an old family.

And when they found out my Dad was a no-maj pediatrician, this image of me wilted. I believe if Mom had seen an opportunity to be an auror in any country with a wizarding school, she would've switched immediately. It just so happened to be in London, with the nearest school being Hogwarts.

We shuffled into a dingy bar, with very few milling around at this time of night. My mother approached the bartender.

"Two glasses of the marmalade whiskey," she orders, and the old man raises a brow. "How'd you like it?"

"With a sprig of mint, please," she responds. He gives a slight nod, stepping out from behind the counter. "Follow me to the back."

My Dad pats me on the shoulder, and I put my head down, shuffling forward. We enter the backroom, brimming with a variety of amber tones.

"Do you have the money?" The old man asks, and I look up to see a glassy eye looking forever forward. My dad pulls out an envelope, passing it to the bartender. He nods, going to the corner and pulling out an obsidian bowl.

"It'll come back to me within the hour, no matter where it is. Don't leave your valuables in it," he jokes, and my mother nods. "Thank you."

He nods passing her a bottle of water. She takes it, and he immediately leaves the room. My mother pours the water into the obsidian bowl, stern grey eyes looking at me.

"Your father and I will go together. Do you have the address memorized?"

"Of course, 900 Durlan Avenue, in London," I answered, and she nods. "Good. Off you go, then."

I nod, looking at the black bowl. I grip my bags tightly and take a big breath of air in as I put both feet in the bowl. Nothing happened at first until I was suddenly dumped into the water, traveling through a tight stream of water. I suddenly land on stone, water dripping down my hair.

I spit out water from my mouth a few feet away from where my parents landed onto the wooden floor of the townhouse I landed in.

"Why didn't we just use floo?" I sputter, and my mother flicks away a strand of wet hair.

"I don't want those American bastards tracking us," she retorts, withdrawing an elegant silver wand. With the flick of her hand, a burst of wind blasted in our faces, drying us off. I shake my curls into a normal position, glancing around the empty house.

"Quite lovely, isn't it?" Mom asks, brushing her hands off. "Do you want to wander about the neighborhood while I unpack?"

"Sure," I respond, tucking my hands into my jeans' back pockets.

"Here are some pounds," my mom shoved some no-maj money in my hands. "We can go to the bank here later when we get your school supplies next week."

"Alright," I respond. "See you!" I ran outside the house, turning around to look at the nearly identical townhouses packed into rows like sardines. There were thin strips of lawn, causing my lips to tighten. In Washington, I had plenty of space to fly my broom around, but it seemed that this wouldn't be the case.

I wandered down the block, and further down. All I saw was townhouse upon townhouse, nothing exciting. I walked back home quickly, just in time to see mom unpacking the Chinese takeout. Quickly grabbing a plate of rice, I sit down at a small table.

"Darling, we have a surprise," Dad says. "Yeah?"

"We're going to the Quidditch World Cup!" Mom revealed, causing me to grin. "Really? That's amazing!"

"It's tomorrow night, but we're going to set up camp in the morning," she continues, as a grin darts across my face. "Dad, are you coming?" I ask, looking at him. He tended to shy away from Wizarding activities, so I wouldn't be surprised if he didn't come.

"I'm going, this is a family activity, after all," he smiles, as a grin comes across my face. "I'm so happy!"

"Go Bulgaria!" I screech, waving a maroon fairy light that sparked wildly. Mom had gotten tickets due to being an Auror, so we were in a decent section in the middle.

"Come on Krum! Get the blasted snitch!" A woman from next to me screams as I glance over at her. The woman wore her hair in a maroon pixie cut, face painted in the black and maroon colors.

"He better get it or I'm suing," I comment to her, causing her to laugh. "I'll be the lawyer. Tonks," she holds her hand out, as I place mine in it. "Florence Murray."

"Pleasure." She gives a single shake.

"Same here- HA IRELAND! TAKE THAT!" I scream, watching Krum perform a Wronski Feint as Tonks hollers in excitement.

"You said your last name was Murray, right?" She asks, and I nod. "Haven't heard that wizarding name before," she adds, causing me to laugh. "Because it isn't one. M'dad's a no-maj."

"No-maj? You mean a muggle," she states, causing me to shrug. "Same thing, but no-maj sounds cooler."

"Bet," she laughs, as we go back to watching the match.

Disappointingly, we lost, causing me to groan.

"Are you an Auror?" She asks at the end, as we walk back to the tents. Mom and Dad said they'd meet me at the tents, trusting me to get back on my own.

"No, I just look old. Stress does that to you, My mom's one," I joke, causing her to smile. "Ah, I'll be working with her. What's her maiden name?"

Typically, people retain their maiden name in the workplace unless they marry higher.

"Oh, it's Wyllt," I answer, causing her eyes to widen.

"No way! That means-"

"Yeah, but it's no big deal. Not being a pureblood kinda overshadows the ancestry," I scratch the back of my neck, causing her to shrug. "It's not too big of a deal over here. You going to Hogwarts, then?"

"Yeah."

"It's super nice over there, well, if you're not in Slytherin. However, you seem too nice for that lot," she laughs, causing me to smile.

"Thanks."

"Have fun this year-"

A large boom erupted from behind us, and we craned our heads around. Fire had sparked up the tents closest to the stadium, and people were running from it, screaming.

"What's happening?" my eyes widened, as I look towards the tents on the opposite side that were also set on fire.

"People are trying to trap us in," Tonks muttered breathlessly, before looking at me. "Find your parents and get out!"

"Stay safe!" I yell back at her before I turned and ran. Reaching into my sleeve, I pull out my wand, brandishing it in my left hand. In America, there was no summer restriction on magic, and since I was just on a Visa, I had no child-lock on my wand.

I turned left, seeing a group of people clad in black Klansman clothing, brandishing torches and shooting flame. Any group looking like that is a reason to be fearful, especially in America.

The tent beside me set on fire, as I flicked my wand at it. "Aguamenti!" I shout, spewing water at the tent, successfully dousing it. Turning again, I continued to run, drenching tents that set on fire as I went.

I kept running, before finding myself tripping over a body. Looking down at it, it was a boy of about my age wearing circular glasses.

"Hey, are you okay?" I yell, smacking his face lightly. He was breathing, which was good. I dragged him to the side of a tent, before I kept running.

I have to find my Dad first. Mom would be fighting the cloaked figures as an Auror, but Dad had no way of protecting himself.

Running to the tent, I see Dad running in from the left. Turning to him, I wave my arms.

"Dad!" I shout, as he looks at me, tears in his eyes.

"Flo," he runs to me, enveloping me in a tight hug. "I'm glad you're safe."

I hug him back tightly, before pulling back.

"Dad," I start, as a loud boom sounds from behind me. My ears rang, as all sound escaped me. "We need to apparate away."

Dad looks confused, mouthing something back. Almost as if in slow motion, a bolt of green light struck Dad from the side. His brown eyes suddenly dulled as he fell to the dirt, scattering into ash as his body hit the ground. Turning to the figure, I felt sound slowly return to me.

"Ava-"

"Delitiscio!" I scream, as a stream of black light blasts towards the Death Eater. It hits them in the chest, spreading around their features quickly, before shrinking them into non-existence with a POP!

Turning to the scattered ash, I sank to my knees, trying to scoop it into my hands and shoving Dad into my pockets, tears pouring out of my eyes.

"Dad, no," I sob, trying to preserve what was left. Whatever spell that bastard used, it was worse than Ava Kedavra. It left nothing left, as if that person was worthless.

But my Dad was not worthless. He didn't deserve this...

After I collected all I could've, I looked at the desolate area around me, a hellscape barren with flames and wiped away the tear. Casting a rain shower spell up at the clouds, the flames around me dampened until all that remained was smoldering piles of ash that were similar to my father's remains.

Running back from the path I was on previously, I shove all thoughts to the back of my head as I looked for Mom, tears streaming down my face.

Coming across the boy I saw previously, I bent down and shook his shoulders lightly as green glowed in the sky behind me.

"Hey! Wake up!" I urge him, as he blinks wearily at me, groaning lightly as he sits up.

"Are you okay?" I ask, my voice raw as he turns his greenish-blue eyes to me.

"Yeah, I think so," he responds, as his eyes look behind me, widening in fear. Turning in the direction he was looking at, I saw a shadowy figure approach. That was definitely not Mother.

"Run!" I whisper, pulling him up as we run away, hiding behind the skeleton of a tent.

"Where are you?" A faint voice cries from the distance.

"Harry?"

I watch as the man runs off, as I hear footsteps behind me. Whipping out my wand, I turn to face two other teenagers.

"Harry! We've been looking for you for ages," a redhead greets, looking at the boy before he turns to me. "Who are you?"

"Not important, the real question is what is that," I point at the sky, with a green skull floating there, a snake weaving in and out of its jaw.

All of the sudden, the boy I was next to gripped his forehead, and my brows furrowed. "Are-"

Red pops emitted from around us.

"Stupify!" they all shouted, as I ducked quickly, alongside the three others.

"Stop! That is my son!" a voice screams, as a portly ginger fellow ran up quickly. "Ron! Hermoine! Harry! Are you alright?" He asks, before turning his gaze to me.

"Who are you?" He asks, as I open my mouth to speak, but was cut off by a mustached figure.

"Which one of you cast it? You? You? You? You?" He asks, pointing a shaking wand at each of us.

"A bloke in one of those black outfits must've done it," the girl reasons, as the ginger adult inhales sharply. "The Death Eaters, it was them."

"Does that mean Voldemort is back?" The glasses boy asks, as my eyes widened. He actually said You-Know-Who's name?

"We must search for the culprit, then," the mustached man said before he and others ran off.

"Wait! T-there was a man," glasses boy says, as I nod. "A shadowy figure in a black coat," I affirm, looking at him. "If anyone was to cast it, it would've been that person."

The aurors exchanged glances, before running off once more.

"Who was it?" The ginger man asks, as glasses glanced down. "I...I don't know."

They all looked at me as I shook my head. "I don't know anything."

"Well, we all need to stay together, including you, since you're a witness," the ginger man said, looking pointedly at me. I shook my head.

"Sir, I would just like to go home. If the Ministry needs to view my memories, then they can do so...later. I...I need to collect my thoughts," I respond, as he reaches forward.

"Just hold it-"

Mother can meet me at home. Before he could grab a hold of me, I apparated away, landing in my new room. Walking down the stairs, I found a vase, and emptied what remained of Dad into it. Screwing the lid on tight, I cried myself to sleep.

Those Death Eaters will pay, and I will avenge all who have died at their hands.