What if another person could see what Harry sees whenever he sleeps or
faints? What if another GIRL could? Could this be what Harry is looking
for? Someone who understands him? Sorry Ginny. Harry doesn't like you.
Disclaimer: I am going to say this once for my whole story. I DON'T OWN ANY HARRY POTTER CHARACTERS! ::Wails in the background:: I think I own the plot though. If someone else has a story that is similar it is by chance.
PROLOGUE
Harry's parents died and the scar was made on Harry's forehead, someone halfway across the world screamed out in agony. Whenever Harry was hurt by Dudley, someone halfway across the world felt a stab of pain. Whenever Harry got close to dementors, or Harry fainted or slept and saw visions, someone halfway across the world saw the same thing. Who was this person that saw what Harry saw and felt what Harry felt? Her name was Maria Calder.
It was a hot July evening and Maria Calder was sitting outside the muggle orphanage thinking. The headmaster of some school in England had sent her a letter asking her to come to the school at the start of term. She had not actually read the letter, but it was told to her by one of the adults that it was 'a boarding school in England.' "Why me?" she thought. Maria had always wanted to go live in England as a young girl, but she also really liked the girl's orphanage where she lived. It was a small orphanage, with just 30 girls, and everybody was friendly. Yeah, there were the dreaded chores that had to be done, but everybody usually cooperated and the chores were finished quite quickly. Yes, it did get lonesome at times, because there were only 4 people who headed the orphanage, and they were usually busy, but when they had time, they spent all of it trying to keep the girls happy. Maria Calder didn't want to leave her friends and safety at the orphanage, but her sense of adventure along with something else that she couldn't explain told her to go. In the end the latter side won and she went to tell the headmistress of the orphanage that she would like to go to the school.
The headmistress then sat Maria down in her office and said, "I'm glad that you have decided to go. You are probably wondering why you were chosen, and I will tell you. ::long pause:: When you first came here, I knew that there was something different about you. You had a mystical type of sense about you. You were incredibly smart for a girl your age. At the age of one, you could already write your name and talk fluently. As you have grown, your knowledge has increased. I talked to a friend of mine named Minerva, Prof. McGonagall, to you, about you a long time ago. She is the deputy headmistress at Hogwarts, the school to which you were invited to attend. I told her about your unexpected turns at random times. She and the headmaster at Hogwarts, Albus Dumbledore did some detective work and discovered that you are a special child. You see, Hogwarts is not just any ordinary school, nor is Minerva any normal person. There is a world that is hidden and sheltered from most people. It is the world of wizardry. I know that it seems hard to believe that there are really wizards, but it is true. I am a semi-wizard, the only one of the age. That means that I can perform magic in life threatening cases. They gave me this power because of you. Hogwarts is a school of witchcraft and wizardry. Minerva is a witch. Not a witch like in most fairy tales, but a real, live, friendly witch. You will meet her tonight. The three of us are going to go out for dinner tonight. You will learn more then, but I beg you not to go blabbing to your peers about this. The world of wizardry is a secret world.
Disclaimer: I am going to say this once for my whole story. I DON'T OWN ANY HARRY POTTER CHARACTERS! ::Wails in the background:: I think I own the plot though. If someone else has a story that is similar it is by chance.
PROLOGUE
Harry's parents died and the scar was made on Harry's forehead, someone halfway across the world screamed out in agony. Whenever Harry was hurt by Dudley, someone halfway across the world felt a stab of pain. Whenever Harry got close to dementors, or Harry fainted or slept and saw visions, someone halfway across the world saw the same thing. Who was this person that saw what Harry saw and felt what Harry felt? Her name was Maria Calder.
It was a hot July evening and Maria Calder was sitting outside the muggle orphanage thinking. The headmaster of some school in England had sent her a letter asking her to come to the school at the start of term. She had not actually read the letter, but it was told to her by one of the adults that it was 'a boarding school in England.' "Why me?" she thought. Maria had always wanted to go live in England as a young girl, but she also really liked the girl's orphanage where she lived. It was a small orphanage, with just 30 girls, and everybody was friendly. Yeah, there were the dreaded chores that had to be done, but everybody usually cooperated and the chores were finished quite quickly. Yes, it did get lonesome at times, because there were only 4 people who headed the orphanage, and they were usually busy, but when they had time, they spent all of it trying to keep the girls happy. Maria Calder didn't want to leave her friends and safety at the orphanage, but her sense of adventure along with something else that she couldn't explain told her to go. In the end the latter side won and she went to tell the headmistress of the orphanage that she would like to go to the school.
The headmistress then sat Maria down in her office and said, "I'm glad that you have decided to go. You are probably wondering why you were chosen, and I will tell you. ::long pause:: When you first came here, I knew that there was something different about you. You had a mystical type of sense about you. You were incredibly smart for a girl your age. At the age of one, you could already write your name and talk fluently. As you have grown, your knowledge has increased. I talked to a friend of mine named Minerva, Prof. McGonagall, to you, about you a long time ago. She is the deputy headmistress at Hogwarts, the school to which you were invited to attend. I told her about your unexpected turns at random times. She and the headmaster at Hogwarts, Albus Dumbledore did some detective work and discovered that you are a special child. You see, Hogwarts is not just any ordinary school, nor is Minerva any normal person. There is a world that is hidden and sheltered from most people. It is the world of wizardry. I know that it seems hard to believe that there are really wizards, but it is true. I am a semi-wizard, the only one of the age. That means that I can perform magic in life threatening cases. They gave me this power because of you. Hogwarts is a school of witchcraft and wizardry. Minerva is a witch. Not a witch like in most fairy tales, but a real, live, friendly witch. You will meet her tonight. The three of us are going to go out for dinner tonight. You will learn more then, but I beg you not to go blabbing to your peers about this. The world of wizardry is a secret world.
