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Summary: What happens when a normal girl turns out not so normal? Her whole world has just been turned upside down by one little letter. She finds out that she is a witch, and the daughter of a man who currently resides in Azkaban. What happens when a witch refuses to become what she is?
Rating: Let's just say P-G. I don't want anyone yelling at me, but I don't think anything violent is gunna happen. . .
Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing, well, except for a set of BDUs that got ruined in the washer. . .
Chapter 1 A letter brings a tear
Professor McGonagall was sitting at her oak wood desk, sending off letters to those who were turning eleven and had shown signs of magic. She had one more letter, and then she would be done. The bespectacled professor looked down at the list. Roxanne Black, living at thirteen Full Moon Dr., Lakewood, Colorado - Professor McGonagall stopped reading abruptly. Wasn't Colorado in the United States? Unless, could this be.There was only one way to be sure. Standing up, the stunned professor took the list the headmaster, Professor Dumbledore, he would know what to do.
"Fizzing wizbies," Professor McGonagall said to the stone gargoyle guarding Dumbledore's office. Jumping aside, the ugly gargoyle opened the door behind it, reveling a staircase that was slowly moving upward. Professor McGonagall stepped carefully so as not to miss the step onto the staircase. "Thank you, Linox," Professor Mcgonagall said, she rather liked this gargoyle, it was one of the only statues in the whole of Hogwarts that had an attitude.
When the rotating staircase brought Professor McGonagall to a small landing, she stepped off, and rapped on the door. "Come in," said a voice from within, and Professor McGonagall entered.
An old man with flowing white hair and an abundant beard sat at a desk, scribbling on a piece of paper. He looked up as Professor McGonagall entered. "Ah, Professor McGonagall. All goes well with the letter-sending, I assume?"
"As a matter of fact, Professor Dumbledore, I have a question. Here, look at that," she thrust the list of names under the headmaster's nose. His eyes scanned the last name on the list, and then he looked up at Professor McGongall.
"Yes, I do remember promising him that if their child was magical, I would accept him or her into our school."
"Then I'll just send it," Professor McGonagall said, leaving the room.
Backing her own office, Professor McGonagall wrote a letter to Roxanne Black, then sent it off with a rather large and clumsy barn owl.
(Y) (Y) (Y) (Y) (Y) (Y)
(Y) (Y) (Y) (..*) (*..) (..*) (*..) (..*) (*..) (..*) (*..) (..*) (")(") (")(") (")(") (")(") (")(") (")(") (")(") (")(") (")(")
Three days later found Roxanne Black lying on her bed, studying her room. When Roxie was five, her mom, an artist, had decided to paint Roxie's room. Roxie picked the colors, and how it was done: all the walls were painted light lavender, and splattered with light blue, pink, and creamy white. She could still remember her mom lifting her onto her shoulders so that she could reach the top of the walls to spatter them.
Something flopped through the window right above Roxie's head, and landed on her. With a muffled yell - she had gotten a mouthful of feathers - Roxie jumped off her bed.
A rumpled brown owl was hopping to its feet. It hopped toward her, hooting softly. Roxie backed away, the owl hopping after her, its hooting becoming impatient. Then it flew at her, and hooked its claws in her shirt.
"Ouch!" Roxie scowled, swatting the bird. "Get off me, you pesky, little - What's that tied to your leg?" She asked in the middle of her anger. There was a letter tied to the owl's leg. It hooted, held out its leg, and after she had untied the letter, started drinking from a bowl of water Roxie had set out for her cat.
Roxie looked at the letter. On the back was written in emerald green ink:
Miss R. Black
13 Full Moon Dr.
Lakewood, Co
80409
The envelope was made out of yellowish paper, and was thick and heavy. Roxie flipped the envelope over, and saw a large purple wax seal bearing a coat of arms; a lion, an eagle, a badger, and a snake surrounding a letter H. She broke the seal open, and took out the letter, made of the same thick, yellowish paper.
HOGWARTS SCHOOL
of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY
Headmaster: ALBUS DUMBLEDORE
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock,
Supreme Mugwamp, International Confed. of Wizards)
Dear Miss Black,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later than July 31. Yours Sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress
Roxie Black stared at the letter. For a few minutes, her mind was completely blank, then questions started exploding in her head so hard and fast, she could hardly think through all the popping.
"What is all this about?" She finally asked the owl, who was now perched on top of her dresser. It merely looked at her and hooted. "A fat lot of help you are!" Roxie snorted disdainfully. She turned and flopped down on her bed, making it squeak loudly, which made the startled owl ruffle its feathers.
She lay there for a while, questions still popping in her head, staring at the ceiling. A witch? Was this letter calling her a witch? Did that mean that . . . magic was real? "MOM!" Roxie bellowed at the top of her voice.
A few seconds later, she heard her mom's footsteps clattering up the stairs, then she burst into the room. "What?" She panted. Roxie said nothing, but held out her letter, still lying face-up on her bed.
An odd look crossed her mom's face when she saw the letter. It was a mix of disappointment, anger, sadness, relief, loss, and other assorted feelings Roxie couldn't name. Her mom took the letter from Roxie's hand, unfolded it and read. Roxie watched her mom's eyes move quickly back and forth across the parchment.
"Oh, honey." Her mom burst into tears, and made to sit down on Roxie's bed. Roxie quickly sat up so her mom wouldn't squash her.
"What? Mom! Please, don't!" She cried desperately, searching for something more useful to say.
Her mom stopped crying, and wrapped her arm around Roxie's shoulders. "I guess it's time I told you the truth. Cm'on downstairs, and I'll fix you a cocoa."
Ten minutes later, Roxie was snuggled on the couch next to her mom with a steaming cup of cocoa in her hands. Her mom took a deep breath. "To start at the beginning: Twelve years ago I visited England. There I met a young, handsome man named Sirius Black. He was a wizard. We, well I guess you don't want to hear a mush love story," she smiled weakly, "but we fell in love. We were married, and a while later, I realized I was pregnant.
"Now at this time in the wizarding world, there was a wizard who went bad. I suppose you could say he was a kind of wizard style Adolf Hitler. He tortured and killed people just because. Then he killed Lilly and James Potter, Sirius's best friend." She took a shuddering breath, and Roxie realized that her mom was crying again.
"Lilly was a wonderful woman. She had a baby just your age, Harry, five months older then you, and Sirius was his godfather. You two would play together for hours while his mom and I talked. Lilly said you were definitely magical. I asked her how she knew. She asked me if I'd seen anything strange around you. As a matter of fact, I had. Things tended to float or come to life around you. One time you changed a pencil into a cupcake with extra frosting, and got the frosting smeared all over you face. You ate only the frosting and crawled away. Moments later, Harry had picked up the cupcake, and was attempting to eat it. You crawled back to him as fast as you could, and snatched it from him, shouting 'Mine!', being the ornery baby that you were.
"Anyway, Sirius got in a towering temper. He immediately went after the man, Peter Petigrew, who had betrayed his friend. He tried to kill Peter, but Peter was an animargus - he could change into an animal, a rat - and blasted the street apart before he changed form and scampered away. Everyone thought that Sirius had murdered Peter, and he got sent to Azkaban, the wizard prison.
"Let me backtrack. The bad 'Adolf Hitler' wizard, Voldemort, tried to murder Harry too. But his spell backfired, and got him instead. Voldemort fled, and Harry lived. I took a great wizard's advice, and came back to America, where you and I settled down here.
"I'm sorry. I've been planning this speech for ten years, and it still came out wrong."
Roxie's head felt like it would burst. So many questions were coming into her head she just wanted to scream. "I'm not going." She said finally.
Her mom looked at her, confused. "I'm not going to this "Hogwarts" school. I refuse to!" Roxie couldn't help it; tears were starting to flow down her face. "I -I don't want t -t-to go. I want t-to b-become a f-f- fighter pilot. Y-you kn-now that."
Roxie's mom hugged her daughter close to her. "Then you just won't go, will you? I can't force you to do something you don't want to do; I should know that after living with you for ten, almost eleven years. You'll just stay here in America, an become my little fighter pilot, okay?" She breathed into her daughters hair, and lifted her onto her lap, hugging her close.
(Y) (Y) (Y) (Y) (Y) (Y)
(Y) (Y) (Y) (..*) (*..) (..*) (*..) (..*) (*..) (..*) (*..) (..*) (")(") (")(") (")(") (")(") (")(") (")(") (")(") (")(") (")(")
So, how do you like? It's my second fanfic, and my first Harry Potter one, so I'm really excited!!! Well, please drop a line to the crying Roxie and cheer her up. She needs some good, old fashioned cheering-up. Um, Roxie wants to be a fighter pilot. Yeah, that's kinda strange, I know. But I also want to be one, that's where I got the idea, and I needed a reason for Roxie not to go to school. I'm afraid that this story won't have much of Harry and the gang in it, but I'll write a sequel (this story will seriously need one!) in which there will be more.
Oh yeah, and I'd like ideas for the title. This one really sucks.
Summary: What happens when a normal girl turns out not so normal? Her whole world has just been turned upside down by one little letter. She finds out that she is a witch, and the daughter of a man who currently resides in Azkaban. What happens when a witch refuses to become what she is?
Rating: Let's just say P-G. I don't want anyone yelling at me, but I don't think anything violent is gunna happen. . .
Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing, well, except for a set of BDUs that got ruined in the washer. . .
Chapter 1 A letter brings a tear
Professor McGonagall was sitting at her oak wood desk, sending off letters to those who were turning eleven and had shown signs of magic. She had one more letter, and then she would be done. The bespectacled professor looked down at the list. Roxanne Black, living at thirteen Full Moon Dr., Lakewood, Colorado - Professor McGonagall stopped reading abruptly. Wasn't Colorado in the United States? Unless, could this be.There was only one way to be sure. Standing up, the stunned professor took the list the headmaster, Professor Dumbledore, he would know what to do.
"Fizzing wizbies," Professor McGonagall said to the stone gargoyle guarding Dumbledore's office. Jumping aside, the ugly gargoyle opened the door behind it, reveling a staircase that was slowly moving upward. Professor McGonagall stepped carefully so as not to miss the step onto the staircase. "Thank you, Linox," Professor Mcgonagall said, she rather liked this gargoyle, it was one of the only statues in the whole of Hogwarts that had an attitude.
When the rotating staircase brought Professor McGonagall to a small landing, she stepped off, and rapped on the door. "Come in," said a voice from within, and Professor McGonagall entered.
An old man with flowing white hair and an abundant beard sat at a desk, scribbling on a piece of paper. He looked up as Professor McGonagall entered. "Ah, Professor McGonagall. All goes well with the letter-sending, I assume?"
"As a matter of fact, Professor Dumbledore, I have a question. Here, look at that," she thrust the list of names under the headmaster's nose. His eyes scanned the last name on the list, and then he looked up at Professor McGongall.
"Yes, I do remember promising him that if their child was magical, I would accept him or her into our school."
"Then I'll just send it," Professor McGonagall said, leaving the room.
Backing her own office, Professor McGonagall wrote a letter to Roxanne Black, then sent it off with a rather large and clumsy barn owl.
(Y) (Y) (Y) (Y) (Y) (Y)
(Y) (Y) (Y) (..*) (*..) (..*) (*..) (..*) (*..) (..*) (*..) (..*) (")(") (")(") (")(") (")(") (")(") (")(") (")(") (")(") (")(")
Three days later found Roxanne Black lying on her bed, studying her room. When Roxie was five, her mom, an artist, had decided to paint Roxie's room. Roxie picked the colors, and how it was done: all the walls were painted light lavender, and splattered with light blue, pink, and creamy white. She could still remember her mom lifting her onto her shoulders so that she could reach the top of the walls to spatter them.
Something flopped through the window right above Roxie's head, and landed on her. With a muffled yell - she had gotten a mouthful of feathers - Roxie jumped off her bed.
A rumpled brown owl was hopping to its feet. It hopped toward her, hooting softly. Roxie backed away, the owl hopping after her, its hooting becoming impatient. Then it flew at her, and hooked its claws in her shirt.
"Ouch!" Roxie scowled, swatting the bird. "Get off me, you pesky, little - What's that tied to your leg?" She asked in the middle of her anger. There was a letter tied to the owl's leg. It hooted, held out its leg, and after she had untied the letter, started drinking from a bowl of water Roxie had set out for her cat.
Roxie looked at the letter. On the back was written in emerald green ink:
Miss R. Black
13 Full Moon Dr.
Lakewood, Co
80409
The envelope was made out of yellowish paper, and was thick and heavy. Roxie flipped the envelope over, and saw a large purple wax seal bearing a coat of arms; a lion, an eagle, a badger, and a snake surrounding a letter H. She broke the seal open, and took out the letter, made of the same thick, yellowish paper.
HOGWARTS SCHOOL
of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY
Headmaster: ALBUS DUMBLEDORE
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock,
Supreme Mugwamp, International Confed. of Wizards)
Dear Miss Black,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later than July 31. Yours Sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress
Roxie Black stared at the letter. For a few minutes, her mind was completely blank, then questions started exploding in her head so hard and fast, she could hardly think through all the popping.
"What is all this about?" She finally asked the owl, who was now perched on top of her dresser. It merely looked at her and hooted. "A fat lot of help you are!" Roxie snorted disdainfully. She turned and flopped down on her bed, making it squeak loudly, which made the startled owl ruffle its feathers.
She lay there for a while, questions still popping in her head, staring at the ceiling. A witch? Was this letter calling her a witch? Did that mean that . . . magic was real? "MOM!" Roxie bellowed at the top of her voice.
A few seconds later, she heard her mom's footsteps clattering up the stairs, then she burst into the room. "What?" She panted. Roxie said nothing, but held out her letter, still lying face-up on her bed.
An odd look crossed her mom's face when she saw the letter. It was a mix of disappointment, anger, sadness, relief, loss, and other assorted feelings Roxie couldn't name. Her mom took the letter from Roxie's hand, unfolded it and read. Roxie watched her mom's eyes move quickly back and forth across the parchment.
"Oh, honey." Her mom burst into tears, and made to sit down on Roxie's bed. Roxie quickly sat up so her mom wouldn't squash her.
"What? Mom! Please, don't!" She cried desperately, searching for something more useful to say.
Her mom stopped crying, and wrapped her arm around Roxie's shoulders. "I guess it's time I told you the truth. Cm'on downstairs, and I'll fix you a cocoa."
Ten minutes later, Roxie was snuggled on the couch next to her mom with a steaming cup of cocoa in her hands. Her mom took a deep breath. "To start at the beginning: Twelve years ago I visited England. There I met a young, handsome man named Sirius Black. He was a wizard. We, well I guess you don't want to hear a mush love story," she smiled weakly, "but we fell in love. We were married, and a while later, I realized I was pregnant.
"Now at this time in the wizarding world, there was a wizard who went bad. I suppose you could say he was a kind of wizard style Adolf Hitler. He tortured and killed people just because. Then he killed Lilly and James Potter, Sirius's best friend." She took a shuddering breath, and Roxie realized that her mom was crying again.
"Lilly was a wonderful woman. She had a baby just your age, Harry, five months older then you, and Sirius was his godfather. You two would play together for hours while his mom and I talked. Lilly said you were definitely magical. I asked her how she knew. She asked me if I'd seen anything strange around you. As a matter of fact, I had. Things tended to float or come to life around you. One time you changed a pencil into a cupcake with extra frosting, and got the frosting smeared all over you face. You ate only the frosting and crawled away. Moments later, Harry had picked up the cupcake, and was attempting to eat it. You crawled back to him as fast as you could, and snatched it from him, shouting 'Mine!', being the ornery baby that you were.
"Anyway, Sirius got in a towering temper. He immediately went after the man, Peter Petigrew, who had betrayed his friend. He tried to kill Peter, but Peter was an animargus - he could change into an animal, a rat - and blasted the street apart before he changed form and scampered away. Everyone thought that Sirius had murdered Peter, and he got sent to Azkaban, the wizard prison.
"Let me backtrack. The bad 'Adolf Hitler' wizard, Voldemort, tried to murder Harry too. But his spell backfired, and got him instead. Voldemort fled, and Harry lived. I took a great wizard's advice, and came back to America, where you and I settled down here.
"I'm sorry. I've been planning this speech for ten years, and it still came out wrong."
Roxie's head felt like it would burst. So many questions were coming into her head she just wanted to scream. "I'm not going." She said finally.
Her mom looked at her, confused. "I'm not going to this "Hogwarts" school. I refuse to!" Roxie couldn't help it; tears were starting to flow down her face. "I -I don't want t -t-to go. I want t-to b-become a f-f- fighter pilot. Y-you kn-now that."
Roxie's mom hugged her daughter close to her. "Then you just won't go, will you? I can't force you to do something you don't want to do; I should know that after living with you for ten, almost eleven years. You'll just stay here in America, an become my little fighter pilot, okay?" She breathed into her daughters hair, and lifted her onto her lap, hugging her close.
(Y) (Y) (Y) (Y) (Y) (Y)
(Y) (Y) (Y) (..*) (*..) (..*) (*..) (..*) (*..) (..*) (*..) (..*) (")(") (")(") (")(") (")(") (")(") (")(") (")(") (")(") (")(")
So, how do you like? It's my second fanfic, and my first Harry Potter one, so I'm really excited!!! Well, please drop a line to the crying Roxie and cheer her up. She needs some good, old fashioned cheering-up. Um, Roxie wants to be a fighter pilot. Yeah, that's kinda strange, I know. But I also want to be one, that's where I got the idea, and I needed a reason for Roxie not to go to school. I'm afraid that this story won't have much of Harry and the gang in it, but I'll write a sequel (this story will seriously need one!) in which there will be more.
Oh yeah, and I'd like ideas for the title. This one really sucks.