AN: Okay, I'm very sorry if Erika sounds like a Mary Sue. I'm sure this story arc has been used before, but I want to take it to a different approach.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters(except Erika) they all belong to JK Rowling!
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Behind Her Eyes
"Erika. Come on. We have to pack to leave." Albus Dumbledore said to his granddaughter. Erika Dumbledore sighed and dropped her magazine on the ground.
"Grandpa. I do not want to go to Hogwarts next year!" She said, rolling her heavily lined dark gray eyes. Reaching over, she picked up her wand and pointed it at the magazine. "Accio magazine! Why can't I just keep going to magic school here in America?"
"Because your mom's mother is too old to watch you anymore." Dumbledore walked over and snatched the magazine out of Erika's hands. "And it's stated that once you turn sixteen you are to come to Hogwarts in England. Now hurry up!" Dumbledore prodded and slightly glared at Erika. She glared right back at him, narrowing her eyes into slits. He pointed up toward her room and she sighed.
"Fine. I'll go. But I won't like it!" She stomped up the stairs muttering to herself. Downstairs, Albus smiled to himself.
Upstairs, Erika walked into her room and shut her door. She glanced around her room and put on a CD. As the loud music began she started throwing stuff in her trunk as she muttered to herself.
"Stupid Hogwarts. Stupid Grandpa. And stupid stupid Harry Potter!" She screamed as she threw the last thing in her trunk and shut it with a big bang.
She finally stopped her rant and looked in the mirror. Her reflection stared back at her.
'I sure as hell don't look like a witch.' She thought to herself looking at her short mouth length blonde hair. She reached over and grabbed her tub of hair wax. She took some out and began flipping the ends of her hair up. After she finished with that she fixed her eyeliner and put on her thick framed emo glasses. Very carefully she picked up her jewelry box and opened it. She gently moved some of the rings around and picked out a little silver hoop. She unscrewed the little ball that closed the ring and put it through her lip. Once more she reached into the jewelry box and pulled out a choker. She put it around her neck, covering the scar on it. She put the closing ball back in and threw all the things on her dresser into a small bag. She walked over to her CD player and shut it off. Flinging the bag over her shoulder, she grabbed ahold of her trunk. She walked out of her room and went down the stairs dragging the box along with her.
"Grandpa! I'm ready!" She said rounding the corner and walking into the kitchen. Dumbledore took one look at her and began choking on his drink.
"Erika! Surely you're not going to go like that?"
"Why not? This is who I am!"
"With all those silver...apendages?"
"Piercings Grandpa. They're called piercings. And yes. I am."
"But why?"
"This is how I dress for wizardy school here! I'm not going to be any different just because I'm going to your school in England."
"Okay. Okay. Fine. No use arguing. Do you have everything you need?"
"Just about. Willow!" She called out the window and a snowy white owl flew into the room and perched upon her shoulder. "Okay, ready." Dumbledore took a fistfull of Floo Powder and threw it into the fireplace.
"Hogwarts!" Within seconds he dissappeared. Erika took one final look around and threw her powder into the fireplace.
"Hogwarts!" And in seconds, she disappeared right after Dumbledore.
"Ouch! Crap!" Erika said as she rolled out of the fireplace. She slowly stood up and looked around. Staring at her were a bunch of teachers. "Umm...hi?"
"Ms. Dumbledore?"
"Yep."
"Hello. I'm Professor McGonagall."
"Professor Flitwick."
"Profesor Sinistra."
"Profesor Sprout."
"Profesor Trelawney."
"Profesor Snape."
"Hello. Nice to meet you all." She said and giving them all a small wave. She couldn't help taking a small note that they all were searching her neck for the scar.
"Is t'is 'er?" They all turned and Erika's eyes widened at the huge man standing in the doorway. "Pleased to meet you." He said as he lumbered toward her. "Name's Hagrid."
"Hello." She said softly.
"Erika?" A voice said and she turned around to see her grandfather standing there.
"Yes?"
"I need to talk to the teachers. Um..Hagrid? Could you take her to get something to eat and bring her to her sleeping quarters?"
"Sure, which one?"
"Gryffindor."
"Okay. Come on Erika." Hagrid said and they both walked out of the doors and toward the kitchen.
After a few minutes of silence, Hagrid decided to break it.
"So, Gryffindor...same as Harry-"
"Please. Don't even say his name." Erika cut him off.
"Oh yeah. I forgot...you're not to fond of the Potter boy."
"You can say that."
"Can I ask you why?"
"Sure."
"Why?" Erika stayed silent and once again Hagrid said the question. She glanced over at him.
"Didn't say I'd answer." Hagrid smiled at her. She looked over and smiled back. "I just don't get it."
"Get what?" Hagrid asked as they walked into the kitchen. The house elves all rushed over to give them food. They took some then sat down at a table in the Great Hall.
"Why he's so famous. I mean, my parents were killed by the American equilivant of Voldemort and I also have a scar, but you don't see me prancing around like a big hero."
"So, you're jealous?"
"Of what?"
"Harry." Hagrid look surprised as the young girl let out a snort.
"Please! Me jealous of Harry? Yeah right. I just don't like the kid."
"There's has to be more than that."
"No. There's not."
"But-"
"iDrop it, Hagrid./i" Hagrid nodded and the two continued to eat in silence.
"Sorry."
"For what?"
"Asking so many questions."
"Dont be."
"What happened?"
"With what?"
"Your parents."
"They're both dead." She stated it so simply that he quickly looked up at her.
"Oh." He looked at her still but her eyes held their steely gaze.
"Listen. It seems like we're both kind of getting on the wrong foot here. Let's start over. Hello. I'm Erika Dumbledore." She said and held out her hand. Hagrid smiled at her and took her hand, shaking it.
"Hagrid."
"Nice to meet you, Hagrid."
"As to you Erika. I hope you enjoy it here at Hogwarts."
"I hope I do to." She said and smiled warmly at him. Once again, Hagrid smiled back and a new found friendship was formed between the two.
Meanwhile, on the train to Hogwarts, Harry Potter was sitting down on his seat unwrapping a Chocolate Frog. He glanced over and saw his friends Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley doing the same thing as him. They both glanced over and caught Harry's gaze. Their looks of excitement matched Harry's.
"Finally! We're sixth years!" Ron said.
"And Hermione's a prefect!"
"I know!" Hermione shouted and they all laughed. "Hey, did you guys hear?"
"Herm! We know you're a prefect!" Ron shouted.
"No! Not that!" Hermione said, slapping Ron on the back of the head. "Dumbledore's granddaughter is going to be going to our school."
"What? How old is she?" Harry asked.
"Sixteen."
"So...she's not a first year?"
"Nope, she's been going to wizardry school in the States for the past 5 years."
"So, why the sudden change here?" Ron asked.
"Not a clue. Guess we'll find out now." She said, standing up. The guys looked out the window and saw that they were approaching the castle.
An hour later, everyone was situated in the Great Hall and eating dinner. Harry began looking around at everyone. Sitting over at the Slytherin table was his enemy Draco Malfoy and his two lugs Crabbe and Goyle. At the Ravenclaw table was his old crush, Cho Chang. Then, he glanced up his table. There was Neville Longbottom and all of Harry's other friends. Finally he glanced at the staff table and his eyes froze. Sitting next to Hagrid was a girl scanning the room. Undoubtly it was Dumbledore's granddaughter. For some reason, Harry sat there transfixed as she were the first girl he ever saw. She wasn't dressed in Hogwarts robes. She had on a black shirt and a pair of blue plaid pants. He could see her feet under the table and she had on a pair of black boots. He began staring at her face when suddenly her head snapped forward and her eyes met Harry's. Harry began to stumble over her words and watched her as she turned and began talking to Hagrid. A few seconds later, her chair scrapped against the floor and she stood up and began walking toward him.
Erika sat in the Great Hall, looking around at some of the students that went to Hogwarts. They looked pretty friendly. Feeling a pair of eyes watching her every move, she turned to see who the eyes matched up to. Staring at her, pratically drooling was a boy.
"Hagrid." He looked at her. "Who is that boy?" She asked him, slightly nodding her head toward the boy.
"Harry Potter." Erika almost fell off her chair.
"That's Harry Potter? That's Harry Potter?"
"Yeah, why?"
"Nothing. I'll be right back." She slid her chair back and began walking toward Harry. She could feel everybody's gaze on her as she approached him. He watched her every move and his mouth opened wide as she sat down. His red headed friend began staring much to the dismay of the girl sitting next to him.
"Hey. You must be Harry Potter." She said to him, softly.
"Y-Yeah. Harry is me." Erika took her hand and began tracing the wood patterns on the table.
"Nice. Well, I'm Erika Dumbledore. Listen, can you do me a favor, Harry?" She asked, trying to look all shy. He nodded dumbly.
"Sure, what?" She reached out and stuck a finger under his chin.
"Can you stop staring at me like I'm some fucking animal in a zoo?" She said curtly as she snapped his jaw shut. Erika stood up and walked toward the staff table and sat down again leaving Harry looking bewildered.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters(except Erika) they all belong to JK Rowling!
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Behind Her Eyes
"Erika. Come on. We have to pack to leave." Albus Dumbledore said to his granddaughter. Erika Dumbledore sighed and dropped her magazine on the ground.
"Grandpa. I do not want to go to Hogwarts next year!" She said, rolling her heavily lined dark gray eyes. Reaching over, she picked up her wand and pointed it at the magazine. "Accio magazine! Why can't I just keep going to magic school here in America?"
"Because your mom's mother is too old to watch you anymore." Dumbledore walked over and snatched the magazine out of Erika's hands. "And it's stated that once you turn sixteen you are to come to Hogwarts in England. Now hurry up!" Dumbledore prodded and slightly glared at Erika. She glared right back at him, narrowing her eyes into slits. He pointed up toward her room and she sighed.
"Fine. I'll go. But I won't like it!" She stomped up the stairs muttering to herself. Downstairs, Albus smiled to himself.
Upstairs, Erika walked into her room and shut her door. She glanced around her room and put on a CD. As the loud music began she started throwing stuff in her trunk as she muttered to herself.
"Stupid Hogwarts. Stupid Grandpa. And stupid stupid Harry Potter!" She screamed as she threw the last thing in her trunk and shut it with a big bang.
She finally stopped her rant and looked in the mirror. Her reflection stared back at her.
'I sure as hell don't look like a witch.' She thought to herself looking at her short mouth length blonde hair. She reached over and grabbed her tub of hair wax. She took some out and began flipping the ends of her hair up. After she finished with that she fixed her eyeliner and put on her thick framed emo glasses. Very carefully she picked up her jewelry box and opened it. She gently moved some of the rings around and picked out a little silver hoop. She unscrewed the little ball that closed the ring and put it through her lip. Once more she reached into the jewelry box and pulled out a choker. She put it around her neck, covering the scar on it. She put the closing ball back in and threw all the things on her dresser into a small bag. She walked over to her CD player and shut it off. Flinging the bag over her shoulder, she grabbed ahold of her trunk. She walked out of her room and went down the stairs dragging the box along with her.
"Grandpa! I'm ready!" She said rounding the corner and walking into the kitchen. Dumbledore took one look at her and began choking on his drink.
"Erika! Surely you're not going to go like that?"
"Why not? This is who I am!"
"With all those silver...apendages?"
"Piercings Grandpa. They're called piercings. And yes. I am."
"But why?"
"This is how I dress for wizardy school here! I'm not going to be any different just because I'm going to your school in England."
"Okay. Okay. Fine. No use arguing. Do you have everything you need?"
"Just about. Willow!" She called out the window and a snowy white owl flew into the room and perched upon her shoulder. "Okay, ready." Dumbledore took a fistfull of Floo Powder and threw it into the fireplace.
"Hogwarts!" Within seconds he dissappeared. Erika took one final look around and threw her powder into the fireplace.
"Hogwarts!" And in seconds, she disappeared right after Dumbledore.
"Ouch! Crap!" Erika said as she rolled out of the fireplace. She slowly stood up and looked around. Staring at her were a bunch of teachers. "Umm...hi?"
"Ms. Dumbledore?"
"Yep."
"Hello. I'm Professor McGonagall."
"Professor Flitwick."
"Profesor Sinistra."
"Profesor Sprout."
"Profesor Trelawney."
"Profesor Snape."
"Hello. Nice to meet you all." She said and giving them all a small wave. She couldn't help taking a small note that they all were searching her neck for the scar.
"Is t'is 'er?" They all turned and Erika's eyes widened at the huge man standing in the doorway. "Pleased to meet you." He said as he lumbered toward her. "Name's Hagrid."
"Hello." She said softly.
"Erika?" A voice said and she turned around to see her grandfather standing there.
"Yes?"
"I need to talk to the teachers. Um..Hagrid? Could you take her to get something to eat and bring her to her sleeping quarters?"
"Sure, which one?"
"Gryffindor."
"Okay. Come on Erika." Hagrid said and they both walked out of the doors and toward the kitchen.
After a few minutes of silence, Hagrid decided to break it.
"So, Gryffindor...same as Harry-"
"Please. Don't even say his name." Erika cut him off.
"Oh yeah. I forgot...you're not to fond of the Potter boy."
"You can say that."
"Can I ask you why?"
"Sure."
"Why?" Erika stayed silent and once again Hagrid said the question. She glanced over at him.
"Didn't say I'd answer." Hagrid smiled at her. She looked over and smiled back. "I just don't get it."
"Get what?" Hagrid asked as they walked into the kitchen. The house elves all rushed over to give them food. They took some then sat down at a table in the Great Hall.
"Why he's so famous. I mean, my parents were killed by the American equilivant of Voldemort and I also have a scar, but you don't see me prancing around like a big hero."
"So, you're jealous?"
"Of what?"
"Harry." Hagrid look surprised as the young girl let out a snort.
"Please! Me jealous of Harry? Yeah right. I just don't like the kid."
"There's has to be more than that."
"No. There's not."
"But-"
"iDrop it, Hagrid./i" Hagrid nodded and the two continued to eat in silence.
"Sorry."
"For what?"
"Asking so many questions."
"Dont be."
"What happened?"
"With what?"
"Your parents."
"They're both dead." She stated it so simply that he quickly looked up at her.
"Oh." He looked at her still but her eyes held their steely gaze.
"Listen. It seems like we're both kind of getting on the wrong foot here. Let's start over. Hello. I'm Erika Dumbledore." She said and held out her hand. Hagrid smiled at her and took her hand, shaking it.
"Hagrid."
"Nice to meet you, Hagrid."
"As to you Erika. I hope you enjoy it here at Hogwarts."
"I hope I do to." She said and smiled warmly at him. Once again, Hagrid smiled back and a new found friendship was formed between the two.
Meanwhile, on the train to Hogwarts, Harry Potter was sitting down on his seat unwrapping a Chocolate Frog. He glanced over and saw his friends Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley doing the same thing as him. They both glanced over and caught Harry's gaze. Their looks of excitement matched Harry's.
"Finally! We're sixth years!" Ron said.
"And Hermione's a prefect!"
"I know!" Hermione shouted and they all laughed. "Hey, did you guys hear?"
"Herm! We know you're a prefect!" Ron shouted.
"No! Not that!" Hermione said, slapping Ron on the back of the head. "Dumbledore's granddaughter is going to be going to our school."
"What? How old is she?" Harry asked.
"Sixteen."
"So...she's not a first year?"
"Nope, she's been going to wizardry school in the States for the past 5 years."
"So, why the sudden change here?" Ron asked.
"Not a clue. Guess we'll find out now." She said, standing up. The guys looked out the window and saw that they were approaching the castle.
An hour later, everyone was situated in the Great Hall and eating dinner. Harry began looking around at everyone. Sitting over at the Slytherin table was his enemy Draco Malfoy and his two lugs Crabbe and Goyle. At the Ravenclaw table was his old crush, Cho Chang. Then, he glanced up his table. There was Neville Longbottom and all of Harry's other friends. Finally he glanced at the staff table and his eyes froze. Sitting next to Hagrid was a girl scanning the room. Undoubtly it was Dumbledore's granddaughter. For some reason, Harry sat there transfixed as she were the first girl he ever saw. She wasn't dressed in Hogwarts robes. She had on a black shirt and a pair of blue plaid pants. He could see her feet under the table and she had on a pair of black boots. He began staring at her face when suddenly her head snapped forward and her eyes met Harry's. Harry began to stumble over her words and watched her as she turned and began talking to Hagrid. A few seconds later, her chair scrapped against the floor and she stood up and began walking toward him.
Erika sat in the Great Hall, looking around at some of the students that went to Hogwarts. They looked pretty friendly. Feeling a pair of eyes watching her every move, she turned to see who the eyes matched up to. Staring at her, pratically drooling was a boy.
"Hagrid." He looked at her. "Who is that boy?" She asked him, slightly nodding her head toward the boy.
"Harry Potter." Erika almost fell off her chair.
"That's Harry Potter? That's Harry Potter?"
"Yeah, why?"
"Nothing. I'll be right back." She slid her chair back and began walking toward Harry. She could feel everybody's gaze on her as she approached him. He watched her every move and his mouth opened wide as she sat down. His red headed friend began staring much to the dismay of the girl sitting next to him.
"Hey. You must be Harry Potter." She said to him, softly.
"Y-Yeah. Harry is me." Erika took her hand and began tracing the wood patterns on the table.
"Nice. Well, I'm Erika Dumbledore. Listen, can you do me a favor, Harry?" She asked, trying to look all shy. He nodded dumbly.
"Sure, what?" She reached out and stuck a finger under his chin.
"Can you stop staring at me like I'm some fucking animal in a zoo?" She said curtly as she snapped his jaw shut. Erika stood up and walked toward the staff table and sat down again leaving Harry looking bewildered.