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centerWhen You Wish Upon A Starcenter/
centerChapter 1- Strange Beginningscenter/
It was the night of August 26th, when 14-year-old Christine Barton was lying in bed, trying to go to sleep, despite her great sadness. Tomorrow was the 1st day of school at St. Rose High School. Christine didn't have to worry about starting High School tomorrow, because she was starting on September 4th at Monsignor Donovan High School. She cared about St. Rose starting school tomorrow because four of her closest friends were going there, without her.
Christine was really disappointed that she couldn't go to St. Rose, but it being 45 minutes away from her house, it would be too much of a hassle to commute there everyday. Before graduating from St. Thomas Christian Academy last June, Christine went to school with her five good friends-Marie, Dave, Chris, Matt, and her boyfriend, John. Now, starting in September, Christine was going to Mon Don, while Marie went to Brick Memorial, and John, Dave, Chris, and Matt would be attending St. Rose.
Christine turned off her radio and the lights, and tried to settle in. She stared out the window at the moon, as her eyes welled up with tears. The past two years she had spent at St. Thomas were the best of her life, and now were gone-forever...
As Christine drifted off to sleep the grandfather clock downstairs chimed the midnight hour.
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Five hours and forty- five minutes later, the sun starting to rise woke Christine up. Slowly, she began to adjust to the brighter light, but even without glasses, her green eyes could tell she was not in the same place as where she went to sleep. Christine reached over to her nightstand, but instead of felling Mica, she felt wicker. The next thing that met Christine's fingertips was a long, thin, smooth wooden object. She felt around some more until she found her glasses. Once she found them he put them on and took a good look around. She was definitely not in her own bedroom anymore. She then scrambled out of bed, in the hotel- like room she woke up in, and went over to the window and peered out. There were a lot of people out, even at almost 6 in the morning. "Where am I?" She whispered to herself.
"The Leaky Cauldron, of course!" said a voice that sounded strangely like her own.
Christine quickly turned around, but to see no one. She advanced forward, slowly, to the spot where the voice seemed to have originated from, in front of a mirror. When the mysterious voice didn't speak again, Christine asked another question.
"Um, where did you say I was again?"
"The Leaky Cauldron, would you like me to spell it for you? L-E-E-K-" Christine didn't stick around to hear the rest; she ran out of her room and closed the door behind her. Christine leaned back against her door. Her mirror had just talked to her. And yet, as strange as that was, it seemed familiar.
The hallway Christine was standing in seemed very deserted. "Hello?" she called out. As if in answer, five other doors opened, and in unison, 5 people stuck their heads out into the hallway. Christine looked up and down the hallway. "John? Marie? Dave? Chris? Matt?"
"What are you doing here?" Dave asked Christine.
"What are you doing here?" Christine replied.
"I just want to know why I didn't wake up in my own bedroom in my own house," Marie said.
"We could be dreaming, or one of us is," John answered.
"Well, it's definitely not Dave's dream, otherwise, he would have been on top of Marie by now," Matt stated. Marie answered by punching Matt in the shoulder.
"Ouch!"
"I thought you can't feel pain in dreams," Chris asked aloud.
"Yeah, so did I, but this doesn't really feel like a dream, although it seems like one," said Christine.
"Whether we're dreaming or not, I'd like to know where we are," Marie said.
"I have an idea of where we might be, but it's really illogical." Christine thought back to what her mirror had told her. "C'mere, I'll show you guys." She led them to the strange mirror inside her room, and stopped in front of it. "This mirror told me we were at the Leaky Cauldron."
"Huh?" everyone else replied.
"Could you tell me where I am again, I forgot," Christine asked her reflection.
""Ugh! I already told you twice! The Leaky Cauldron," Christine's reflection told them. Marie, Dave, John, Matt, and Chris just stared at the mirror with their mouths slightly open.
"Does that mean we're."Dave asked no one in particular.
"I don't know..." Christine trailed off, looking around the room. She spotted a paper on the dresser, so she walked over to it, picked it up, and scanned through it. "Hey, c'mere, listen to this!
center'Dear Miss Christine Barton, Congratulations on being selected as one of the 6 students from the Phoenix School of Elementary Magic to participate in the exchange program at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. You, along with 5 other classmates have been assigned 3 guides to help you in and around Hogwarts. They will arrive August 27th at 9 a.m. and meet you at the Leaky Cauldron. Upon your arrival at Hogwarts, we ask that you immediately report to Professor Dumbledore's office. We look forward to your stay at Hogwarts. Sincerely,
Minerva Mc Gonagall
Deputy Headmistress'"center/
After she finished reading the letter, Christine looked up at her 5 speechless friends. "Do you know what this means?" she said excitedly.
"WE'RE GOING TO HOGWARTS!" everyone shouted together.
"Let's face it, we're dreaming," Dave said with a sad face," we all know Hogwarts is fictional."
"Well, then," Marie answered, "it's a really cool dream, so why don't we pretend it's not a dream and go get breakfast, it's almost 8 and I'm starving."
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An hour later, all 7 of them were eating their breakfast, and having a good time, as usual, when they were interrupted by 3 people: 2 boys and a girl.
"Are you the group of exchange students from PSEM?" asked the taller of the 2 boys with black and untidy hair.
It took a moment for everyone to realize that they were the group of exchange students (although it took longer for a select few).
"How'd you know?" Matt asked.
"You're talking weird," replied the other boy, who had flaming red hair.
"No, you're definitely the ones who are talking weird," Dave replied, who then received strange looks from his fellow friends.
"Right," said the red- haired boy.
"Anyway, I'm Harry Potter, and this is Ron Weasley, and Hermione Granger, and we're your guides."
Christine looked at her friends with a grin, and said, "I'm Christine, and this is John, Marie, Dave, Matt, and Matt's brother, Chris is upstairs still sleeping."
"I guess then when Chris gets up we'll go out and get all your supplies, how does that sound?" Hermione suggested. Although they really wanted to leave right away, they agreed and went back to eating their breakfast, and questioned Harry, Ron, and Hermione on what sort of thing Hogwarts would bring.
centerWhen You Wish Upon A Starcenter/
centerChapter 1- Strange Beginningscenter/
It was the night of August 26th, when 14-year-old Christine Barton was lying in bed, trying to go to sleep, despite her great sadness. Tomorrow was the 1st day of school at St. Rose High School. Christine didn't have to worry about starting High School tomorrow, because she was starting on September 4th at Monsignor Donovan High School. She cared about St. Rose starting school tomorrow because four of her closest friends were going there, without her.
Christine was really disappointed that she couldn't go to St. Rose, but it being 45 minutes away from her house, it would be too much of a hassle to commute there everyday. Before graduating from St. Thomas Christian Academy last June, Christine went to school with her five good friends-Marie, Dave, Chris, Matt, and her boyfriend, John. Now, starting in September, Christine was going to Mon Don, while Marie went to Brick Memorial, and John, Dave, Chris, and Matt would be attending St. Rose.
Christine turned off her radio and the lights, and tried to settle in. She stared out the window at the moon, as her eyes welled up with tears. The past two years she had spent at St. Thomas were the best of her life, and now were gone-forever...
As Christine drifted off to sleep the grandfather clock downstairs chimed the midnight hour.
center* * *center/
Five hours and forty- five minutes later, the sun starting to rise woke Christine up. Slowly, she began to adjust to the brighter light, but even without glasses, her green eyes could tell she was not in the same place as where she went to sleep. Christine reached over to her nightstand, but instead of felling Mica, she felt wicker. The next thing that met Christine's fingertips was a long, thin, smooth wooden object. She felt around some more until she found her glasses. Once she found them he put them on and took a good look around. She was definitely not in her own bedroom anymore. She then scrambled out of bed, in the hotel- like room she woke up in, and went over to the window and peered out. There were a lot of people out, even at almost 6 in the morning. "Where am I?" She whispered to herself.
"The Leaky Cauldron, of course!" said a voice that sounded strangely like her own.
Christine quickly turned around, but to see no one. She advanced forward, slowly, to the spot where the voice seemed to have originated from, in front of a mirror. When the mysterious voice didn't speak again, Christine asked another question.
"Um, where did you say I was again?"
"The Leaky Cauldron, would you like me to spell it for you? L-E-E-K-" Christine didn't stick around to hear the rest; she ran out of her room and closed the door behind her. Christine leaned back against her door. Her mirror had just talked to her. And yet, as strange as that was, it seemed familiar.
The hallway Christine was standing in seemed very deserted. "Hello?" she called out. As if in answer, five other doors opened, and in unison, 5 people stuck their heads out into the hallway. Christine looked up and down the hallway. "John? Marie? Dave? Chris? Matt?"
"What are you doing here?" Dave asked Christine.
"What are you doing here?" Christine replied.
"I just want to know why I didn't wake up in my own bedroom in my own house," Marie said.
"We could be dreaming, or one of us is," John answered.
"Well, it's definitely not Dave's dream, otherwise, he would have been on top of Marie by now," Matt stated. Marie answered by punching Matt in the shoulder.
"Ouch!"
"I thought you can't feel pain in dreams," Chris asked aloud.
"Yeah, so did I, but this doesn't really feel like a dream, although it seems like one," said Christine.
"Whether we're dreaming or not, I'd like to know where we are," Marie said.
"I have an idea of where we might be, but it's really illogical." Christine thought back to what her mirror had told her. "C'mere, I'll show you guys." She led them to the strange mirror inside her room, and stopped in front of it. "This mirror told me we were at the Leaky Cauldron."
"Huh?" everyone else replied.
"Could you tell me where I am again, I forgot," Christine asked her reflection.
""Ugh! I already told you twice! The Leaky Cauldron," Christine's reflection told them. Marie, Dave, John, Matt, and Chris just stared at the mirror with their mouths slightly open.
"Does that mean we're."Dave asked no one in particular.
"I don't know..." Christine trailed off, looking around the room. She spotted a paper on the dresser, so she walked over to it, picked it up, and scanned through it. "Hey, c'mere, listen to this!
center'Dear Miss Christine Barton, Congratulations on being selected as one of the 6 students from the Phoenix School of Elementary Magic to participate in the exchange program at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. You, along with 5 other classmates have been assigned 3 guides to help you in and around Hogwarts. They will arrive August 27th at 9 a.m. and meet you at the Leaky Cauldron. Upon your arrival at Hogwarts, we ask that you immediately report to Professor Dumbledore's office. We look forward to your stay at Hogwarts. Sincerely,
Minerva Mc Gonagall
Deputy Headmistress'"center/
After she finished reading the letter, Christine looked up at her 5 speechless friends. "Do you know what this means?" she said excitedly.
"WE'RE GOING TO HOGWARTS!" everyone shouted together.
"Let's face it, we're dreaming," Dave said with a sad face," we all know Hogwarts is fictional."
"Well, then," Marie answered, "it's a really cool dream, so why don't we pretend it's not a dream and go get breakfast, it's almost 8 and I'm starving."
center***center/
An hour later, all 7 of them were eating their breakfast, and having a good time, as usual, when they were interrupted by 3 people: 2 boys and a girl.
"Are you the group of exchange students from PSEM?" asked the taller of the 2 boys with black and untidy hair.
It took a moment for everyone to realize that they were the group of exchange students (although it took longer for a select few).
"How'd you know?" Matt asked.
"You're talking weird," replied the other boy, who had flaming red hair.
"No, you're definitely the ones who are talking weird," Dave replied, who then received strange looks from his fellow friends.
"Right," said the red- haired boy.
"Anyway, I'm Harry Potter, and this is Ron Weasley, and Hermione Granger, and we're your guides."
Christine looked at her friends with a grin, and said, "I'm Christine, and this is John, Marie, Dave, Matt, and Matt's brother, Chris is upstairs still sleeping."
"I guess then when Chris gets up we'll go out and get all your supplies, how does that sound?" Hermione suggested. Although they really wanted to leave right away, they agreed and went back to eating their breakfast, and questioned Harry, Ron, and Hermione on what sort of thing Hogwarts would bring.