Hello Everyone! This is my first fan-fic, and I'm kind of proud of it. I know it's been posted for a while, but I hope you will finish the story (as soon as I finish it and get it posted).


The New Beginning

Mora Airs sat on the window sill, looking over Diagon Alley, and the mass of new Hogwarts students that were shopping below. She was glad she had already done her shopping a week before.

Mora's gaze turned back into the room. Her chest was half packed and robes and parchments were covering her bed. On the pillow was her new, thin, twelve inch mahogany wand, with a unicorn hair core. In the corner rested her well-trained falcon, Mahshi, named for her native country. Turning to the mirror, she caught a glimpse of herself, a sixteen year old girl with long blonde hair, sparkling, night sky blue eyes, and a beautiful face. But none of this mattered to her. It was what was inside that counted and what got her to where she was today.

Mora missed her parents and friends but still was excited about leaving for Hogwarts tomorrow. She knew she had everything she could buy for school; quills, ink, books, sealing wax, and even a brand new broom.

Hogwarts was a new experience for her, and according to the Headmaster, Dumbledore, she was a new experience for Hogwarts. She was sixteen years old, coming into Hogwarts on a fifth year student level, but this would be her first year of formal witchcraft schooling.

It all began when she happened to pick up a carelessly discarded textbook. As she read, she became intrigued by the idea of the magic described in the book. Of course, growing up, she had heard about witches and wizards that still lived, but she had never understood their magic. Now, she did. She became determined to trace the book back to the original owner. Over the course of a year, she gathered other books, but could never find the owner she looked for.

One day, as she was sitting at an outdoor cafe, reading Basic Spells, Curses, and Enchantments, a man came from behind and said, That's quite a bit of heavy reading for someone who isn't in my school. He introduced himself as Professor Dumbledore, Headmaster at Hogwarts. She invited him to sit with her. They talked for hours of how she collected all of the magic books and how her interest in them began.

Dumbledore seemed impressed and asked if she would demonstrate some magic. Mora did everything he asked (but was careful to not let anyone see her) and when she was done, he smiled. It's not often I miss someone with magical talents when I'm making out the acceptance list. However, I think I know why. You're one of the others,' correct?

Mora knew exactly what he meant and nodded, timidly.

Would you be interested in attending Hogwarts?

Having read A History of Magic, she knew Hogwarts was a great school. Could I? I would love to, but am I not too old to start?

I have a solution, Dumbledore said. Go home and ask your parents if they approve and I will soon get you details.

Mora went home excitedly and told her parents about the man she met. She had kept them informed about the magic books she would find, but they were shocked to find out that she had met Dumbledore. Quickly, and with a bit of a funny smile, they decided that knowing more about the world of magic would be good for Mora and approved of her trying to get into Hogwarts.

A week later, Mora was in Dumbledore's office at Hogwarts, surrounded by other teachers. The agreement was that each professor would quiz her about different subject and determine at what level she was performing. The lowest level she received would determine what year she would be placed in.

As it turned out, Mora breezed through everything, except potions. She had only read one book of potions and that didn't help her all that much. Still, she performed at a fifth year level. She was told she could attend Hogwarts during the upcoming term as a fifth year student.

Hagrid was then called to take her to Diagon Alley to buy school supplies and to board her in a room above the Leaky Cauldron. It was only a week till the train would leave for Hogwarts and Mora didn't feel like traveling back to Mahshi, and then have to back to England. Thankfully, Mora's family was well-to-do and had sent two gold bricks and a silver brick with her when she had left, knowing these could be exchanged into wizard currency and she could open her an account at Gringotts (and boy had the goblins been impressed when she entered with three fifty-pound bricks).

Mora's family supported her through this, as she knew they would. They had even sent her pet falcon to London, so she could write to them. (Her parents had read about the invention of the owl post.)

Hagrid was worried how Mahshi would do at Hogwarts with all the owls but Mora reassured him that she didn't care for owls, only rats. He couldn't believe that there was a falcon in the world that didn't prey on owls. In fact, Mahshi could tell between a rat someone owned and a wild one and only ate the unowned ones.

Mora smiled at how fast the week had flown. She finished her required homework quickly, and packed it away. Now she just had to put away all the rest of her things. She sighed and began placing things in her trunk.

After she was finished, she went downstairs to get some lunch. Hogwarts students and their families were everywhere. Mora chose a seat in the back corner of the pub and ordered the house salad and a bowl of pasta. As she waited, she looked at all the faces of the students she would be with on the train tomorrow. Three faces stood out from the rest.

A boy with bright red hair and freckles stood next to a girl with wild, untamed hair. The third Mora could only see when he turned his head. His black hair hung over his round glasses and she thought she could see a scar on his forehead. They were sitting in a booth, joking and waving at others that they probably knew from school.

What she didn't know was that the boy with red hair kept looking back in her direction. He was transfixed by her presence and wondered why he had never seen her before. She was too old to be a first-year. Could she be from Beaubaxtons? Throughout his lunch with his friends, he kept thinking about the lonely, lovely girl.

Mora suddenly felt miserable. She had no friends here. She felt lonely and scared. Slowly, she ate and went back to her room. She wrote an entry in her diary and laid back on the bed. It was only three in the afternoon, but Mora fell asleep.