WOLFIES, MAGIC, AND QUIDDITCH, OH MY!
by
Crescent Dreamweaver
email: catz4dog1@aol.com
Disclaimer: I don't own the 10th Kingdom, Harry Potter, blah blah blah, etc., etc. I don't even own the rights to Wolf and Virginia's daughter, because NBC and Hallmark Entertainment were the ones who decided to make Virginia preggers. The 10th Kingdom belongs to NBC and Hallmark Entertainment, and Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling.
Synopsis: Kind of a sequel to "Mutant High" and "Test of Friendship". The X-Men are only briefly mentioned in this fic. Crescent receives a letter inviting her to be a transfer student at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Notes: This was a really stupid story that appeared to me in a dream.
* *= indicates emphasized words
-- --= indicates a person's thoughts
Let the story begin!
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Chapter 1: The Letter
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry...
"Albus, are you certain that it's a good idea to bring a muggle here as an exchange student?" asked Minerva McGonagall, Professor of Transfigurations at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. "She's never had any training."
Albus Dumbledore, Hogwarts' headmaster, merely smiled.
"I am positive. She may not have had any training as a witch, but she certainly has the power. Besides, magic is nothing new to her. Her life has been steeped in it ever since the moment of her birth."
Professor McGonagall blinked, surprised.
"If she's a muggle, then how can her life be steeped in magic?" she asked curiously.
"That is a tale that I would much rather have her tell," Dumbledore replied. "It has to do with her heritage, and it would be better if she told it, not I."
McGonagall let out a sigh. "Very well. I will send the letter immediately." She left Dumbledore's office, and the door closed behind her.
Dumbledore sat down in his armchair, a worried look in his eyes. "I hope she receives that letter soon," he muttered to himself.
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Bayville, New York
Fifteen year old Crescent Greyson slowly crept through the bushes. Her eyes glowed yellow for a second, and then went back to their normal silvery- green. She grinned ferally. She'd just spotted her prey. She crouched low for a second, and then pounced.
But before she could reach it, her mother snatched the plate of bacon out of harm's way.
"Mom!" Crescent said, pouting. "You just messed up my stalking technique!"
"Crescent, you don't need to practice on a plate of bacon," Virginia Greyson scolded, her eyes twinkling with amusement as she gazed at her only child. Crescent was wearing her long black hair loose, and it tumbled down to her waist in gentle waves.
Suddenly, there was a hooting overhead, and both Crescent and Virginia looked up. A large barn owl was flying overhead.
"What's an owl doing out in the daytime?" Crescent asked curiously, glancing over at her mother. Virginia shrugged.
"I have no idea."
Suddenly, the owl dropped something, and Virginia caught it. It was an envelope, with Crescent's name on it. She handed it to her daughter, who looked confused.
"Wonder who it's from?" She read the writing on the front of the envelope aloud. "Ms. C. Greyson, the Medium-Sized Bedroom, 16 Hilton Lane, New York." Crescent started laughing. "Boy, when Kurt decides to play a joke, he really goes all the way." She opened the envelope, and pulled out a piece of parchment with writing on it, still laughing. But as soon as she started reading the letter, her laughter faded away, and she stared at it in shock.
"What's it say?" asked Virginia curiously.
"Dear Ms. Greyson, we are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted as a transfer student at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in England. Enclosed is a list of supplies that you will need, since you have never before attended a school of magic."
Then Crescent fainted, and Virginia barely caught her before she hit the ground.
to be continued...
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A/N: Sorry this part was so short. It gets longer, I promise. As always, please R&R, but no flames. Anyone who flames me will be pelted with dungbombs, and then get their sorry arses kicked to Middle Earth.
by
Crescent Dreamweaver
email: catz4dog1@aol.com
Disclaimer: I don't own the 10th Kingdom, Harry Potter, blah blah blah, etc., etc. I don't even own the rights to Wolf and Virginia's daughter, because NBC and Hallmark Entertainment were the ones who decided to make Virginia preggers. The 10th Kingdom belongs to NBC and Hallmark Entertainment, and Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling.
Synopsis: Kind of a sequel to "Mutant High" and "Test of Friendship". The X-Men are only briefly mentioned in this fic. Crescent receives a letter inviting her to be a transfer student at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Notes: This was a really stupid story that appeared to me in a dream.
* *= indicates emphasized words
-- --= indicates a person's thoughts
Let the story begin!
* * *
Chapter 1: The Letter
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry...
"Albus, are you certain that it's a good idea to bring a muggle here as an exchange student?" asked Minerva McGonagall, Professor of Transfigurations at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. "She's never had any training."
Albus Dumbledore, Hogwarts' headmaster, merely smiled.
"I am positive. She may not have had any training as a witch, but she certainly has the power. Besides, magic is nothing new to her. Her life has been steeped in it ever since the moment of her birth."
Professor McGonagall blinked, surprised.
"If she's a muggle, then how can her life be steeped in magic?" she asked curiously.
"That is a tale that I would much rather have her tell," Dumbledore replied. "It has to do with her heritage, and it would be better if she told it, not I."
McGonagall let out a sigh. "Very well. I will send the letter immediately." She left Dumbledore's office, and the door closed behind her.
Dumbledore sat down in his armchair, a worried look in his eyes. "I hope she receives that letter soon," he muttered to himself.
* * *
Bayville, New York
Fifteen year old Crescent Greyson slowly crept through the bushes. Her eyes glowed yellow for a second, and then went back to their normal silvery- green. She grinned ferally. She'd just spotted her prey. She crouched low for a second, and then pounced.
But before she could reach it, her mother snatched the plate of bacon out of harm's way.
"Mom!" Crescent said, pouting. "You just messed up my stalking technique!"
"Crescent, you don't need to practice on a plate of bacon," Virginia Greyson scolded, her eyes twinkling with amusement as she gazed at her only child. Crescent was wearing her long black hair loose, and it tumbled down to her waist in gentle waves.
Suddenly, there was a hooting overhead, and both Crescent and Virginia looked up. A large barn owl was flying overhead.
"What's an owl doing out in the daytime?" Crescent asked curiously, glancing over at her mother. Virginia shrugged.
"I have no idea."
Suddenly, the owl dropped something, and Virginia caught it. It was an envelope, with Crescent's name on it. She handed it to her daughter, who looked confused.
"Wonder who it's from?" She read the writing on the front of the envelope aloud. "Ms. C. Greyson, the Medium-Sized Bedroom, 16 Hilton Lane, New York." Crescent started laughing. "Boy, when Kurt decides to play a joke, he really goes all the way." She opened the envelope, and pulled out a piece of parchment with writing on it, still laughing. But as soon as she started reading the letter, her laughter faded away, and she stared at it in shock.
"What's it say?" asked Virginia curiously.
"Dear Ms. Greyson, we are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted as a transfer student at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in England. Enclosed is a list of supplies that you will need, since you have never before attended a school of magic."
Then Crescent fainted, and Virginia barely caught her before she hit the ground.
to be continued...
* * *
A/N: Sorry this part was so short. It gets longer, I promise. As always, please R&R, but no flames. Anyone who flames me will be pelted with dungbombs, and then get their sorry arses kicked to Middle Earth.