A Hogwarts Story~ Prologue:

Enema of the State

A/N: Helloooo everyone! This is my first attempt at a fanfic, and I reaaally hope you guys like it. I'm gonna need feedback on this one ok? I've got this whole plot idea off the Blink 182 album "Enema of the State"... and I kinda wanna use it... so pleeeeeaaase review and tell me if I should just give up, or if I should *ahem* continue writing. ;o) ~Happy Holidays Everyone!~

~Chupa~

Oops! I almost forgot the disclaimer! Everything except Erin, Marissa, Aunt Hildagard and Uncle Frederick belongs to "That Genius Known as J.K. Rowling"... Even Erin's last name! I guess I should mention that the planned plot comes from the way Blink 182 arranged their songs on one of their albums... I am NOT making ANY money off of this, so... so there! *Looks in the general direction of London, England* PLEASE NO SUE!!!!

Onward!!

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Erin walked into the house, flinging her camp bag (read: backpack, used at her camp for the forced marches she had been subjected to before FINALLY going home this fine day near the end of July) to the floor. "HA! Take that you stupid thing! And that! And that! And THAT!!!" With a final kick she proceeded to run screaming with glee around her aunt's house. "FREEEEEEEEEEEEDOOOOOOOMMMM!!!!!!" She cried. Doing a remarkable impression of Mel Gibson in Braveheart.

"Hmmm... Not too shabby loser. You could go into impersonations if you weren't too stupid to perform even the most menial of tasks," Marissa stepped out of the kitchen, her face frozen in her usual expression of disgust. The one she usually wore around Erin.

"Oh no. Oh no no no no no! This is NOT happening! You are supposed to be in France, performing your numerous acts of childish cruelty upon the other members of your school dorm with your little pack of minions!" Erin gasped. Recovering from the little waves of unpleasant shock coursing through her system. "NOT back here in Wales. Not to even mention, being here, in Aunt Hildagard and Uncle Frederick's house in Newport, ruining the first Marissa-free summer in all my years in the confinement called staying with your family! I had only just started rejoicing in my freedom from the hell of living with you! I was going to have FUN dammit!!"

In reality, Erin had nothing against her Aunt Hilda and Uncle Frederick. They had never shown anything but kindness towards her, even if they did have a blind spot where their only daughter, Erin's cousin Marissa, was concerned. It was their malicious, spiteful daughter who had destroyed Erin's teddy when they were six, stolen her birthday presents when they were eight, and killed her pet hamster when they were ten. When they were twelve, Marissa had gone through Erin's carefully maintained journal, and after ripping out the more "interesting" compositions, torched it with her daddy's lighter. The list went on. Now they were fifteen, and Marissa had left to go to France, to "get used to" the language, and settle into her dorm for the summer. Before starting to attend a posh private school in Paris. Erin, who had stayed behind because there just wasn't enough money for her to go to a private school, had worked herself up into throws of ecstasy with the thoughts of her new Marissa-free life on the long bus ride back from camp.

Marissa sniffed "for your information, France didn't agree with me. I came home in order to recover. I'm going to St. Carmen's Private Girls School in Cardiff now. That's where everyone else is going, excepting you of course, you slimy little commoner."

"Oh. It didn't agree with you? What does that mean?" Erin waited for the answer, her heart sinking. St. Carmen's was close enough for Marissa to commute home on the weekends. 'There goes the neighbourhood; once again Marissa has managed to ruin my life. Pity, I actually had hope for a while there, and I like that feeling.' She thought to herself miserably.

"Exactly what I said you little snot: I. Did. Not. Like. It. What right do you have interrogating me?! It didn't agree with me!" Marissa was screaming now.

Erin stepped back, startled by the quick escalation of Marissa's temper. Luckily, that moment the phone rang. Marissa leapt for it, putting on her false, cheery, 'I'm a cute little girl and have been being angelic waiting for your call' voice. "Yes?" She chirped into the receiver. Then, "SHARON!!!!! I loved France!" She squealed.

Erin took this time to quickly slip along the hallway and start climbing the stairs. She disappeared into her room and quietly shut the door behind her shutting out Marissa and her incessant false modesty. ("And the guys there Sharon! you would never believe how many offers I got! -") She exhaled slowly and slumped down onto her bed. 'Oh my God, what an awful turn of events. Why did this have to happen now?' She thought, and as her last bit of hope was squashed into oblivion, Erin started to cry. Huge, silent, wracking sobs that shook her whole body. Life with Marissa hadn't been that hard before, but that was because Erin could only remember the smallest bit of her other life, the one she had lived in Canada, with her Mommy and Dada. The life that had people who loved her, not people who were kind to her out of sympathy and respect for her father's memory. When she was five, her parents were killed, she wasn't really sure of the story, just that they were gone, leaving an empty aching void where they used to be. She was taken in by her father's little sister, her Auntie Hilda and Uncle Frederick. They had figured that Marissa could do with a sister, and since Aunt Hilda couldn't have any other children, what better than a cousin Marissa's own age? They had brought her to her new home and introduced her to Marissa, so had begun Erin's life as Marissa's personal tester. She was the ideal test subject for her vicious cousin to hone her psychological warfare skills on.

It hadn't been that bad, she had still been able to dream, Marissa couldn't take that away from her. She would dream of people who were 'different' like her, people who just couldn't conform. People who liked living, growing, breathing things, who delighted in the magic of how the world worked. That was her deepest secret. She wished that magic was real, she was infatuated with the idea of it. Everything was bearable, until she'd tasted what life could be. She'd had Two whole weeks at camp, without Marissa, she'd even made a friend without Marissa scaring everyone away by making anyone who so much as talked to Erin a target for her little group of 'friends', girls who loved victimizing other less popular girls. A new girl had been friendly and Erin had actually had fun for a while!

Except that when she had gone on the backpacking trip, her friend hadn't been in her group. A few of Marissa's old groupies had been however. Life had returned to status quo during that portion, but it wasn't half so bad since Marissa hadn't been there, and there had still been the promise of a Marissa-free summer,

-Heck rest of her life- once she returned home. Marissa returning to her life after that brief respite was like finally climbing out of the quicksand, only to be pushed back in, and Erin didn't know what she could do. Once again she was back to dreaming and hoping only in her sleep.

'Come on Erin pull your self out of it! You can do it! Don't cry! It shows weakness!' These desperate thoughts caused Erin to take a deep breath and make an effort to stop her tears. Oh what a summer to look forward to...

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It had been a few days since Erin had come home. Erin had woken up bright and early, so she could eat breakfast before Marissa came down to watch her eat. Marissa had discovered that the frequent taunts of being the "GGG" (Great Green Giant) and "Ogre" simply weren't enough, that if she wanted to tease Erin as much as she possibly could about her height (a very tall 5ft. 10") she could come downstairs and count every bite of food she took. Then, on Erin's way out of the kitchen she could scream the addition to her height that the food would result in. Always ending in: "hah! No wonder no boy has ever liked you! You're 10 feet taller than any of them!" Erin could explain the why she had been so unfortunate as to never have a boyfriend in a much more realistic manner. They were all snivelling little prats. That's all there was to it.

That particular morning, Erin raced downstairs and inhaled her toast. She even finished before Marissa made an appearance. Hearing the post arrive, she ventured outside to retrieve it. Hmmm.... postcard, bill, another bill, and, A LETTER FOR HER! Amazing! She'd never gotten a letter before, except for that junk mail. Could it be from Eleanor her new camp friend? But no, she hadn't exchanged addresses. She dropped the rest of the mail in the front hall and ran upstairs and into her room to open her letter.

She turned the envelope over and over in her hands. It was a very strange sort of paper. Stiffer than normal and a more yellowed colour, parchment! That was what it seemed to be. The address was written in bright green ink and instead of being sealed with the normal envelope glue, it had a real wax seal on it! Cool! The seal was in burgundy red wax, it was an H with four different animals surrounding it, and there was a motto underneath: Draco Dormiens Nunquam Titillandus. Oh this was so exciting! Such a cool letter! And for her! Holding her breath, Erin broke the seal and took out the letter, it was written on parchment too. Erin read what the letter said, and then she read it again, because after the first few words her brain hadn't processed the contents. This was it! This was what she had always wanted! This place might be where she belonged!

It was too good to be true!

The letter read:

Dear Miss Davis,

I am pleased to inform you that you have been accepted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. As you have received a late acceptance to Hogwarts, you will be visited by an individual who will assist you in putting all your affairs in order. He/She will answer any questions you may have as to what exactly is going on. You may expect them the day after you receive this letter. The term starts September first, and enclosed is a ticket to get you on the correct train to Hogwarts at King's Cross station in London. Enclosed is a list of the materials you will need to obtain before the school year begins. Thank You and I look forward to having you attend this year.

Sincerely,

Professor A. Dumbledore, Headmaster.

Erin found piece of parchment with the letter and started reading. "Wow! Where on earth do you get all this stuff?" She mumbled, goggling at the list of school books, clothes, and other items. Then it hit her. "Whoa! Wait up! This totally cannot be real!" She told herself. Even if it weren't a cruel joke on Marissa's part, how could she possibly pay for all this? She was so sure that she'd kept this from her cousin, but maybe she talked in her sleep? She didn't think she did, but who knew? Well, maybe if this person actually showed up she'd ask them... but if they didn't? If they didn't, Marissa had finally gone too far! She would pay for all her taunts and evil doings.

Erin had found out when she was very young, that if she concentrated hard enough, she could make things happen. Strange things that really had no explanation sometimes. Like the day that Marissa's hair had turned green. That had happened right after Erin's hamster had died. Aunt Hilda and Uncle Frederick had thought it was because of some odd hormone, but Erin knew the truth. She hadn't meant to, but she'd somehow turned Marissa's hair the colour of frogs' legs. "Oh well," Erin sighed, " I guess I really can't do anything but wait."

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Early the next morning, Erin was sitting at the kitchen table, drinking her orange juice and praying for her toast to pop up soon, as she could hear Marissa getting ready in her room upstairs, 'shoot!' Erin thought. She must have a beach date or something.' The letter of the day before was tucked into the pocket of her jeans, and she could tell that today was going to be another hot, sticky one.

She had just started towards the toaster, deciding that she'd rather stand hardly crunchy toast, than sit through another stare session, when she heard a knock at the door. She froze, and slowly rotated around, thinking that it must have been her imagination. Wishful thinking again. No! There it was again, an unmistakable, firm, knock!

Erin sprinted to the door and opened it, gasping from both shock and the hard run. Her first impression was of an average sized woman, who looked around forty with a very stern face, and horn-rimmed glasses, studying her carefully. She was rather well dressed in khakis and a blue polo T-shirt. She was carrying a briefcase made out of a weird sort of leather, it reminded Erin of Crocodile skin, but she knew it couldn't be (in reality, it was dragon hide, but Erin couldn't know that).

"Miss Erin Davis? Hello, I'm Professor McGonagall. I was sent by Headmaster Dumbledore to help you get your school things in order. I normally wouldn't do this sort of thing, but as I had some free time, it was arranged that I would help you out. " Professor McGonagall said all this whilst ushering Erin back into the house.

"Um, hi! Yeah, I mean, yes, I am Erin, but you see... I haven't really told anyone about this whole witch thing yet. So you may end up having to explain this to my Aunt and Uncle." Erin said nervously, not really sure how this woman would react to the information. "Uh, I really thought this was all a big prank my cousin was trying to pull on me."

"A prank?! The wizarding world?! Ah well, it may have seemed plausible to you at the time." Professor McGonagall was following Erin into the kitchen now, and Erin hurriedly cleared away her glass. Her toast lay forgotten in the toaster. (A/N: awww! poor toast! *ahem* on with the story!) "Now sit down there must be some questions you need answered. I'll talk to your Aunt and Uncle as well."

"Thanks!" Erin exclaimed and started in on her list of confusions.

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Erin took a deep breath and let it out. This was amazing!!!!! All these people, this way of life! And no one even suspects!! "Wow!" She breathed.

Professor McGonagall smiled a thin lipped smile. "Ah yes, quite amazing isn't it?" Welcome to Diagon Alley Erin. Now, we should stop first at Gringotts..." She talked on, but Erin had tuned out. She was going over the unbelievable events of that morning. McGonagall had talked to Erin and her Aunt and Uncle as soon as they had come, the professor had explained all about the wizarding world. After a while Marissa joined them, only to be sent out by McGonagall, explaining that it was best that Marissa's parents explain to her about her cousin's special abilities.

Erin's mind reeled, explanations of how owls worked and what Gringotts and Hogwarts were, were flying through her mind. Then the big thing had happened; they had talked about her parents. Erin hadn't realized that she had had so much curiosity about them until she had found out that professor McGonagall had known her mom. Her mom had been a witch, and a good one at that. She'd been from one of the oldest wizarding families in Britain, Emily Prewett. An evil wizard named Voldemort had gone after her mother's family, wait, her grandparents her family and had killed them all. Except for her mother, who had been at Hogwarts for the night of the murders. The headmaster, had decided that they could try to keep Voldemort from knowing about Emily still being alive, and the charms had worked really well, Emily had grown up, moved to Canada, fallen in love with a welsh man who was a muggle ('non-magical person,' the definition popped into her head.) He was going to university there in Toronto, Rhys Davis. They married and had a child, Erin. By this time they were living happily, still in Toronto. Emily had told Rhys just before Erin's birth that she was a witch, and Rhys hadn't cared. They made the decision not to tell anyone because of the whole Voldemort thing and started a happy life. Unfortunately, the charms hadn't protected them from any of Voldemort's followers. Five years after Voldemort had been "killed" by Harry Potter ('Some boy who reflected Lord Voldemort's curse right back and took away his powers, I'll be going to school with him' Erin thought. 'I hope he doesn't have a big head.') They had decided to take off the hiding charms. After all, what were they hiding from now?

That question was soon answered as one of Voldemort's followers ('death-eater, that's what they're called.') Came in the dead of the night and killed them both. Erin had disappeared off all the wizarding world's radar (the different charmed things that are supposed to keep track of the witches and wizards of the world) It had been assumed that she was dead. In reality she had been protected by an extremely strong charm her mom had cast before dying. One that hade her invisible to anyone or thing with magical powers. It had finally worn off this summer and sent the people whose business it was to keep track of such things, into a tizzy. Her mother had put her on the list for Hogwarts as soon as she was born, and unbeknownst to Erin the Prewett family money lay in a vault somewhere underneath London waiting for the heir(ess) to claim it. All this was almost too much to take in.

Erin returned to herself as she realized that she was in a little boxcar, and hurtling along through what looked like a huge network of caves and tunnels, in the freezing cold.

"What the hell???" She yelled. Giving the little creature beside her, and Professor McGonagall in front of her quite a shock.

"Ah! I see you've decided to join us once again Miss Davis. Your mother had a way of getting lost in thought such as you just did, if I remember correctly." Said the professor, recovering.

Erin perked up. "My mother did that? Cool!"

She heard a snort, and turned her head, but one look at McGonagall assured her that it was all in her imagination. Professor McGonagall didn't seem to be able to laugh.

They arrived at a vault and Erin gasped. So much money! She'd never seen this much! Those were gold galleons, those were silver sickles, and these were bronze Knuts. "Oh my," She said weakly. "How much will I need?"

McGonagall seemed to know, she filled a leather sack and off they went.

Many stores, and coins later...

"I'm afraid I need a bit of a pick me up Erin, do you want to come along? I'll be ten minutes and the stores will close in a half-hour, so it may be better for you to keep going. You only need a wand now, and that may take a while." Professor McGonagall said.

"Oh I'm fine! I could keep going all night! I'm sure I can handle the wand, I'll meet you at The Leaky Cauldron when I'm done." Erin had a feeling that the professor didn't really want her along on this little side trip, and it was true she could keep going all night. "All right then, just walk through the arch that we came through." With that, Professor McGonagall turned and headed for the arch. Erin took a deep breath and turned towards the wand shop, Ollivander's.

A magic wand! If there was anything she wanted of all this stuff it was that. She heard a disgruntled "Hooot!" And threw a quick glance at the cage that held her new owl Paisley. "Except for you of course Pais, don't worry!" Whoa. She hadn't known that owls could read minds, but hey, no complaints. She opened the door and walked inside.

As the door shut behind her, Erin heard a little tinkle in the back of the shop and saw a boy that looked about her age, with really red hair talking to a little old man with very strange eyes. They both looked up as she walked into the shop the boy made ready to leave and said "Yeah! So my father hopes you can come. Good-bye Mr. Ollivander!"

"Much thanks Ronald Weasly; I'll certainly try to make it." The man looked towards Erin. "One moment please young lady!" And he turned and walked into the back of the shop.

Ronald Weasley however, hadn't left yet. "Hallo! What's your name?"

"Um, hi! I'm Erin Davis, pleased to meet you."

"I'm Ronald Weasley as you probably heard, but most people call me Ron. I haven't seen you before. What school do you go to?"

Erin wondered when Mr. Ollivander was coming back. "Well, it's a long story, but I'm going to start at Hogwarts this year."

The door behind her opened and she heard a girl's voice "Ron! C'mon! Mother wants us home by supper, and the Floo Network is starting to get crowded!"

Erin turned to see a girl who looked about a year younger than her with brown eyes and hair the same colour as her brother's.

"Hallo Ginny! This is Erin; she's going to start Hogwarts with us this year."

"Hallo! I'm Ron's younger sister, Ginny, Pleased to meet you."

"Hi, nice to meet you too Ginny" Erin thought that Ginny looked like a nice person, she had developed a sort of second sense for people "Like Marissa" and "Not Like Marissa" over the years, and Ginny was definitely "Not Like Marissa", Ron too for that matter.

"It's been wonderful talking to you Erin but we must be off. Hope to see you at Hogwarts! Good-bye!" Ron Grinned and rushed out of the store. Ginny smiled good-bye, and they rushed off towards the Grand Fireplace.

Erin turned back around after waving, smiling to herself, she may have just made a friend! 'Hah! Take that Marissa! See what happens when you're not around?' She thought triumphantly.

"Ah yes! Young Ms. Davis! We're so glad that you have returned ." Erin looked up to see Mr. Ollivander smiling at her. "Now, Let's get to the wands shall we?" Mr. Ollivander took out a measuring tape and asked "Which is your wand arm m'dear?"

"Um well, I'm mostly ambidextrous, but I favour my right hand slightly more than my left." Erin stuttered.

"Ah! A good quality that, being able to use both hands! Well now hold out your right then..." And to Erin's shock, the tape measure was measuring without Mr. Ollivander holding it. Mr. Ollivander took note of the measurements and muttered "That's enough" just before the tape measure started measuring her feet.

"Now then give this one a try!" He whipped out a long wand. "16 inches, long, but not too long, apple. Core of tail feather of phoenix. Just wave it about a bit." Self-consciously Erin swished the wand through the air, it was almost immediately snatched from her fingers and another one took its place. "Hmmm... Well... you might do with this. Yes why not? 14 inches, weeping willow. The core is sliver of unicorn horn. It's possible."

Erin raised her arm and she felt a sort of pulling at her heart, she waved the wand and immediately, forest greens and navy blues and lavender purples came sparking out. "Oh well done!! I might have guessed you would need a Prewett wand to get a good result. This is well done indeed."

"A Prewett wand?" Erin was confused

"My yes, all the Prewetts always had a specific combination for the best wand possible. A kind of willow and either the tail or horn of a unicorn." Mr. Ollivander explained.

Erin settled up with Mr. Ollivander and went to meet Proffesor McGonagall at The Leaky Cauldron. Thoughtful all the way.

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'It's the day!' That was Erin's first thought the morning of September the first. She was in a daze of distraction the whole long ride to London with Aunt Hilda and Uncle Frederick; Marissa had refused to come. The adults didn't seem to be acting any differently now that they knew what Erin was, they were still kind and courteous towards her. However if it was possible for Marissa to get worse, that's what had happened. Every room that Erin entered that Marissa was in, was soon emptied and at mealtimes there was hardly a peaceful moment, Marissa would mouth threats at Erin and kick her incessantly under the table. Sometimes screaming "FREAK!!!" At her when they passed in the hall. After a month of this type of treatment, Erin was looking forward to a trip to the corner store if it meant she could have sometime when she wasn't in her room or being insulted by Marissa and her little friends.

Her Aunt and Uncle hugged her good-bye and drove away. Erin walked into the station and looked around for the sign for platform 9 and 3/4, but... where was it? It was fifteen minutes until the train left, and she couldn't find the platform!! After a run in with a guard who tried to get her to go to the hospital. She noticed a head bobbing above the crowd with hair a familiar red colour. Almost crying with relief she wheeled her trolley around and started after the hair. She was gasping as she screeched to a halt.

"Um... Ron?" She said hesitantly.

Ron turned around, he'd been blocking Ginny from sight but now Erin recognized her. There were also two more boys with them, they seemed to be identical twins, and they sported the same shade of hair as the rest of the Weasleys. "Erin?" He said, grinning "Hey! Fancy that, I'd have figured only we could be this late but I guess I was wrong."

"Sorry to bug you, but... er, how- where is the platform?" She asked nervously.

"Oh! That's why, no worry, just walk straight through the barrier between platforms 9 and 10. Better take it at a bit of a run if you're nervous." He added in an off-hand manner.

Erin shot him a grateful glance, "Thank-you very much!" And with that she turned and ran for the barrier.

"We'll come in a moment; we have to wait for our parents." She heard Ginny shout after her.

She shot through the barrier as if there were none, and heaved a sigh of relief. Erin looked up to see a bright red train and tonnes of people milling around, wearing the robes she'd learned were common attire in the wizarding world, or normal muggle clothes like she was. She headed for the train and found that there weren't any empty compartments. She did find one with only two people in it, a boy about her age with a lot of messy black hair and brilliant green eyes with glasses, he had a feeling of sadness around him. He was slim and looked quite tall, 'around Ron's height,' she thought. The other person was a girl with chestnut brown bushy hair and brown eyes. She looked almost as tall as Erin herself did and there was a melancholy air around her as well. Unlike the other compartments in this particular car that had enough room, this one didn't have anyone who felt even a little bit "Like Marissa". Erin caught herself before she lost her nerve and forced herself to walk into the compartment and ask: "Excuse me, but can I sit here? There wasn't any other place with room..."

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END! For now!

There it is!!! It's done! Please please please please review so I know how it was!!!

*Hits her head on the wall trying to send telepathic reminders* review! Review! Review! Review!

K, I think that's enough! Bubbye all of youz! *Grins an insane grin and waves to the computer screen*

~Chupa~