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::Chapter 2: Hogworts::
This is a dream, Briana thought with her eyes closed. She breathed in slowly. When I open my eyes, I'll be back at the station, waiting for Uncle Vernon. . .
She slightly peeked open her right eye. Peering through the narrow slit, she caught a glimpse of a bushy haired girl. Hermione. A witch.
Briana groaned before fully opening both her eyes.
"What'sa matter?" Ron asked, peering at her.
She shook her head. "Nothing. I think I'm going crazy, that's all."
"Oh," he replied. He dug into his pocket and pulled something out. . . a brown frog? "Then in that case, have a chocolate frog. You'll feel better in no time. It's one of my favorites," he said, handing it to the girl.
Briana held it in her hand, inspected it curiously, before bringing it up to her mouth. But to her surprise, it jumped out of her palm before it reached her lips. She let out a shriek.
"You should have warned her about that. . ." Ginny squealed, cupping the airborne frog in between her hands.
She handed it back to Briana, who reluctantly accepted.
"It's regular chocolate," she explained, grinning at Briana's horrified expression.
"It MOVES. . ." Briana whispered in a frightened voice. "But, how-"
"It was hard for me to believe too, when I first got my letter from Hogworts," Hermione said.
"Hogworts?"
"Hogworts, school of witchcraft and wizardry," she explained. "I grew up thinking I was a muggle." ' They had explained earlier that a 'muggles' were 'non-magic folk".
"I'm a muggle," Briana said unsurely.
Hermione nodded. "You are."
"But how did she get past platform 9 ¾?" Harry asked suspiciously. "No muggle ever got past the wall."
"Because most muggles are sensible enough NOT to try to walk though a solid brick wall," said Hermione. "Harry, think about it. What kind of a person would think to themselves, 'I wonder what would happen if I walk into this wall?' and expect to find themselves in another world? It's common sense."
"I guess you're right. . ."
"Anyway, we'll get everything sorted out when we get to Dumbledore."
After a few more minutes of random discussion, they decided that it was best for Briana to disguise herself in one of Ginny's spare robes.
The train came to a screeching halt, and the students boarded out.
Briana gasped as she saw the self moving carriages whisk the students away.
"So, Potter, Mudblood, Weasels," a low voice drawled from behind them. A chill when up Briana's spine. "I see you've got yourselves a new friend here."
Briana turned around and came face to face with a tall, slim boy about her age. His blonde hair was slicked back and he was accompanied by two oversized boys that resembled the evil trolls in the fairy tales her mother used to read her when she was just a child. She shuddered.
"Who are YOU?" he spat, scowling at Briana. "Not another mudblood, I hope?"
"A. . . wha? Mudblood?" she replied, clearly confused.
"Yeah," the blonde boy smirked. "Didn't you know that Granger here is a mudblood?" He peered at her closely. "I see you're wearing Gryffindor colors. . . how strange. I haven't seen you here before. You must be new."
"Leave her alone, Malfoy," Ron said, glaring at the blonde boy.
Malfoy sneered, glaring at the redheaded boy. "I was only asking a question, Wealey." Then he turned his gaze back towards Briana. He stared at hre suspiciously. "You don't LOOK like a first year. . ."
"A what?" Briana asked, looking back and forth between the group of students. "What are you talking about?"
Ginny elbowed Briana in the side. "She uhh- she's not. A first year, that is. She's in her fifth year. She's uhh-"
Hermione widened her eyes, giving Ginny a 'what-are-you-doing?!' look.
"-she's a transfer student from Beaxbaton!" Ginny blurted. "Yeah, that's right!"
Malfoy gave a smirk, snapped his fingers, and he and his two cronies walked away. "She's probably another mudblood. . ." Briana heard him mumble.
They boarded onto a carriage, which carried them to an incredibly beautiful castle-like building. Briana stared in awe as she hopped off the carriage.
"This is. . . a SCHOOL??" she asked, grinning.
"Come on!" Hermione said, dragging Briana by the elbow. She gestured for her friends to follow. "We've got to get her to Dumbledore!"
"Dumbledore?"
"Our headmaster," Hermione explained.
They entered the castle and raced down a great hallway before reaching a room packed with students. "Wait here," Hermione whispered before racing in. A few minute later she came back, but she wasn't alone. A tall, old, robed man with the longest white beard Briana had ever seen was standing by her side.
He adjusted his half-moon spectacles, peering at the girl. "Oh. . . so I see," he said simple. "Follow me, all five of you."
They followed him down the corridors, before stopping in front of a painting of an old man.
"Password?" the man spoke.
Briana jumped. Did that picture just speak? She rubbed her eyes, and, indeed, the picture was moving. Before she got a chance to ask about it the headmaster replied, "Jellybean."
The painting swung open, revealing quite a large entranceway to a stairwell. Briana climbed in after the old man and followed him up the stairs, her friends from the train trailing right behind her.
They entered a large office-like room, moving paintings like the one at the entrance covering the walls.
"Why, hello there, Albus!"
"Now, who do we have here?"
"Look! It's the Potter boy!"
The paintings greeted the headmaster all at once. He greeted the painting with a smile, before shushing them. He turned to Briana.
"What's the story?"
At once, Hermione blurted what had happened at the train station.
"I see," he said, nodding as he rubbed him chin. "Quite an unusual circumstance. . . it's never happened before, but no worry. A simple memory charm will do and we'll send her back-"
"Wait! A memory charm?!" Briana cut in, staring at the headmaster as though he were crazy. "What in the world is that?"
He sighed, raising a crooked stick like object into the air. "A memory charm will erase any trace of memory you have of what happened. You will no longer remember any of these children-" he gestured towards Ron, Ginny, Hermione and Harry. "-nor myself. You'll be back at the trainstation-"
"How would you do that?"
Ron raised an eyebrow. "Do what?"
"The memory charm," she replied, scrunching up her forehead. It took all she had not to burst out into laughter. These people were insane.
"With a wand, of course."
A what?! Briana peered at the headmaster, and, indeed, the stick he was holding in his hand must've been a. . . wand.
"And you four," the headmaster directed towards the others. "Must never speak of her again. Understand?"
They nodded, before Ginny spoke up. "But Malfoy. Malfoy saw her when we got off the train."
"That's quite alright, as long as it was only one person."
"Crabbe and Goyle were there too," Harry added.
The headmaster chuckled. "I don't think we have to worry about those two." He turned to Briana. "And now, for the charm-" He began waving his wand, chanting some weird words when-
"STOP!" Briana shrieked, moving out of the way. A spark of light barely missed her shoulder. Horrified, she stared at the five people in the room. "What was that?! I thought this was a joke!"
They shook their heads in unison.
"You people are dead serious, aren't you?"
"Poor girl. . . she's afraid," Hermione said compassionately. "It's alright, the charm won't hurt a bit-"
"I'm NOT afraid," Briana lied. She glanced at the headmaster. "Please," she said, "I-I want to remember. I don't want to forget."
"Can't you just send her back without altering her memory?" Ron suggested with a shrug.
Hermione shook her head furiously. "Absolutely not! It's much too risky, Ron."
"Yeah. . . just a suggestion. . ."
"Can't I stay here?" Briana pleaded.
Dumbledore eyed her sadly. "I'm afraid not. This is a school for witches and wizards. Up until now you didn't even know such a thing existed, and you still have your doubts, I'm sure of it."
He was right.
He continued to speak. "And how are we suppose to explain a new student who's clearly a grown girl when Hogworts only accepts new first years?"
"A reverse-ageing charm," Ron said.
"Ron! That isn't funny," Hermione scolded.
"What? I was being serious," he mumbled.
"Well," Ginny spoke up, "I told Malfoy that- that she was a transfer student from Beaxbaton. . . I mean, if she stays, she can just borrow my spare robes, put on a fake French accent-"
I could do that! Briana thought to herself. She had taken a beginners French class at the school a few years back so she was quite familiar with the dialogue.
"Miss Weasley, I think you're forgetting the main problem here. This girl- she's, well, she's a MUGGLE."
Suddenly Harry spoke up. "Professor Dumbledore! I think YOU'RE the one forgetting something. You're the headmaster, right?"
He nodded. "Indeed I am."
"Well, then, you can inform all the teachers of Briana's. . . condition. . . and she can go to classes and stuff DISGUISED as a student, but of course, she'll be getting special treatment because she can't do magic. . ."
"Actually, Mister Potter, you've got a point there. . ." Dumbledore replied. "Miss Briana here would be quite capable of mixing potions, studying magical creatures, riding brooms-with the aid of another student, of course. . ."
"Then it's settled!" Ginny squealed exitedly.
"But-" the headmaster continued, eyeing the girl. "She won't be capable of using a wand."
Ginny sighed disappointedly. "Please, Professor, give her a chance!"
Dumbledore thought to himself for a moment before speaking. "Are you sure of this, Briana?"
Briana froze. What was she doing?! These people were crazy! They belonged in a mental institute. . . but. . . so much has already happened and she didn't want to forget any of it. . . "I want to stay."
Dumbledore sighed. "I'll inform the teachers and have letters sent out to you're relatives. Quite a coincidence that you and Mister Potter here are distant relatives, I must say. . ."
"ALRIGHT!" Ginny sqealed. "She gets to be in my dorm, right? I mean, she's a fifth year, I know about her. . . muggleness. . ."
"Of course, Miss Weasley," Dumbledore said with a chuckle. He faced Briana. "Remember, try to keep a low profile."
"Thank you so much!" She said with a nod. ". . .professor," she added.
"You five may return to the sorting ceremony."
They six of them climbed down the spiral steps. "And I expect you, Miss Granger, to inform Miss Briana of the school."
Hermione nodded. "Of course."
Briana could hear the laughter and chatter of the students in what seemed to be a great dining room.
Before the six of them stepped in to join the fun, Dumble leaned in a whispered, "Remember to use a French accent, Mademoiselle."
A/N: Hope you enjoyed this chapter! Please remember to review!
::Chapter 2: Hogworts::
This is a dream, Briana thought with her eyes closed. She breathed in slowly. When I open my eyes, I'll be back at the station, waiting for Uncle Vernon. . .
She slightly peeked open her right eye. Peering through the narrow slit, she caught a glimpse of a bushy haired girl. Hermione. A witch.
Briana groaned before fully opening both her eyes.
"What'sa matter?" Ron asked, peering at her.
She shook her head. "Nothing. I think I'm going crazy, that's all."
"Oh," he replied. He dug into his pocket and pulled something out. . . a brown frog? "Then in that case, have a chocolate frog. You'll feel better in no time. It's one of my favorites," he said, handing it to the girl.
Briana held it in her hand, inspected it curiously, before bringing it up to her mouth. But to her surprise, it jumped out of her palm before it reached her lips. She let out a shriek.
"You should have warned her about that. . ." Ginny squealed, cupping the airborne frog in between her hands.
She handed it back to Briana, who reluctantly accepted.
"It's regular chocolate," she explained, grinning at Briana's horrified expression.
"It MOVES. . ." Briana whispered in a frightened voice. "But, how-"
"It was hard for me to believe too, when I first got my letter from Hogworts," Hermione said.
"Hogworts?"
"Hogworts, school of witchcraft and wizardry," she explained. "I grew up thinking I was a muggle." ' They had explained earlier that a 'muggles' were 'non-magic folk".
"I'm a muggle," Briana said unsurely.
Hermione nodded. "You are."
"But how did she get past platform 9 ¾?" Harry asked suspiciously. "No muggle ever got past the wall."
"Because most muggles are sensible enough NOT to try to walk though a solid brick wall," said Hermione. "Harry, think about it. What kind of a person would think to themselves, 'I wonder what would happen if I walk into this wall?' and expect to find themselves in another world? It's common sense."
"I guess you're right. . ."
"Anyway, we'll get everything sorted out when we get to Dumbledore."
After a few more minutes of random discussion, they decided that it was best for Briana to disguise herself in one of Ginny's spare robes.
The train came to a screeching halt, and the students boarded out.
Briana gasped as she saw the self moving carriages whisk the students away.
"So, Potter, Mudblood, Weasels," a low voice drawled from behind them. A chill when up Briana's spine. "I see you've got yourselves a new friend here."
Briana turned around and came face to face with a tall, slim boy about her age. His blonde hair was slicked back and he was accompanied by two oversized boys that resembled the evil trolls in the fairy tales her mother used to read her when she was just a child. She shuddered.
"Who are YOU?" he spat, scowling at Briana. "Not another mudblood, I hope?"
"A. . . wha? Mudblood?" she replied, clearly confused.
"Yeah," the blonde boy smirked. "Didn't you know that Granger here is a mudblood?" He peered at her closely. "I see you're wearing Gryffindor colors. . . how strange. I haven't seen you here before. You must be new."
"Leave her alone, Malfoy," Ron said, glaring at the blonde boy.
Malfoy sneered, glaring at the redheaded boy. "I was only asking a question, Wealey." Then he turned his gaze back towards Briana. He stared at hre suspiciously. "You don't LOOK like a first year. . ."
"A what?" Briana asked, looking back and forth between the group of students. "What are you talking about?"
Ginny elbowed Briana in the side. "She uhh- she's not. A first year, that is. She's in her fifth year. She's uhh-"
Hermione widened her eyes, giving Ginny a 'what-are-you-doing?!' look.
"-she's a transfer student from Beaxbaton!" Ginny blurted. "Yeah, that's right!"
Malfoy gave a smirk, snapped his fingers, and he and his two cronies walked away. "She's probably another mudblood. . ." Briana heard him mumble.
They boarded onto a carriage, which carried them to an incredibly beautiful castle-like building. Briana stared in awe as she hopped off the carriage.
"This is. . . a SCHOOL??" she asked, grinning.
"Come on!" Hermione said, dragging Briana by the elbow. She gestured for her friends to follow. "We've got to get her to Dumbledore!"
"Dumbledore?"
"Our headmaster," Hermione explained.
They entered the castle and raced down a great hallway before reaching a room packed with students. "Wait here," Hermione whispered before racing in. A few minute later she came back, but she wasn't alone. A tall, old, robed man with the longest white beard Briana had ever seen was standing by her side.
He adjusted his half-moon spectacles, peering at the girl. "Oh. . . so I see," he said simple. "Follow me, all five of you."
They followed him down the corridors, before stopping in front of a painting of an old man.
"Password?" the man spoke.
Briana jumped. Did that picture just speak? She rubbed her eyes, and, indeed, the picture was moving. Before she got a chance to ask about it the headmaster replied, "Jellybean."
The painting swung open, revealing quite a large entranceway to a stairwell. Briana climbed in after the old man and followed him up the stairs, her friends from the train trailing right behind her.
They entered a large office-like room, moving paintings like the one at the entrance covering the walls.
"Why, hello there, Albus!"
"Now, who do we have here?"
"Look! It's the Potter boy!"
The paintings greeted the headmaster all at once. He greeted the painting with a smile, before shushing them. He turned to Briana.
"What's the story?"
At once, Hermione blurted what had happened at the train station.
"I see," he said, nodding as he rubbed him chin. "Quite an unusual circumstance. . . it's never happened before, but no worry. A simple memory charm will do and we'll send her back-"
"Wait! A memory charm?!" Briana cut in, staring at the headmaster as though he were crazy. "What in the world is that?"
He sighed, raising a crooked stick like object into the air. "A memory charm will erase any trace of memory you have of what happened. You will no longer remember any of these children-" he gestured towards Ron, Ginny, Hermione and Harry. "-nor myself. You'll be back at the trainstation-"
"How would you do that?"
Ron raised an eyebrow. "Do what?"
"The memory charm," she replied, scrunching up her forehead. It took all she had not to burst out into laughter. These people were insane.
"With a wand, of course."
A what?! Briana peered at the headmaster, and, indeed, the stick he was holding in his hand must've been a. . . wand.
"And you four," the headmaster directed towards the others. "Must never speak of her again. Understand?"
They nodded, before Ginny spoke up. "But Malfoy. Malfoy saw her when we got off the train."
"That's quite alright, as long as it was only one person."
"Crabbe and Goyle were there too," Harry added.
The headmaster chuckled. "I don't think we have to worry about those two." He turned to Briana. "And now, for the charm-" He began waving his wand, chanting some weird words when-
"STOP!" Briana shrieked, moving out of the way. A spark of light barely missed her shoulder. Horrified, she stared at the five people in the room. "What was that?! I thought this was a joke!"
They shook their heads in unison.
"You people are dead serious, aren't you?"
"Poor girl. . . she's afraid," Hermione said compassionately. "It's alright, the charm won't hurt a bit-"
"I'm NOT afraid," Briana lied. She glanced at the headmaster. "Please," she said, "I-I want to remember. I don't want to forget."
"Can't you just send her back without altering her memory?" Ron suggested with a shrug.
Hermione shook her head furiously. "Absolutely not! It's much too risky, Ron."
"Yeah. . . just a suggestion. . ."
"Can't I stay here?" Briana pleaded.
Dumbledore eyed her sadly. "I'm afraid not. This is a school for witches and wizards. Up until now you didn't even know such a thing existed, and you still have your doubts, I'm sure of it."
He was right.
He continued to speak. "And how are we suppose to explain a new student who's clearly a grown girl when Hogworts only accepts new first years?"
"A reverse-ageing charm," Ron said.
"Ron! That isn't funny," Hermione scolded.
"What? I was being serious," he mumbled.
"Well," Ginny spoke up, "I told Malfoy that- that she was a transfer student from Beaxbaton. . . I mean, if she stays, she can just borrow my spare robes, put on a fake French accent-"
I could do that! Briana thought to herself. She had taken a beginners French class at the school a few years back so she was quite familiar with the dialogue.
"Miss Weasley, I think you're forgetting the main problem here. This girl- she's, well, she's a MUGGLE."
Suddenly Harry spoke up. "Professor Dumbledore! I think YOU'RE the one forgetting something. You're the headmaster, right?"
He nodded. "Indeed I am."
"Well, then, you can inform all the teachers of Briana's. . . condition. . . and she can go to classes and stuff DISGUISED as a student, but of course, she'll be getting special treatment because she can't do magic. . ."
"Actually, Mister Potter, you've got a point there. . ." Dumbledore replied. "Miss Briana here would be quite capable of mixing potions, studying magical creatures, riding brooms-with the aid of another student, of course. . ."
"Then it's settled!" Ginny squealed exitedly.
"But-" the headmaster continued, eyeing the girl. "She won't be capable of using a wand."
Ginny sighed disappointedly. "Please, Professor, give her a chance!"
Dumbledore thought to himself for a moment before speaking. "Are you sure of this, Briana?"
Briana froze. What was she doing?! These people were crazy! They belonged in a mental institute. . . but. . . so much has already happened and she didn't want to forget any of it. . . "I want to stay."
Dumbledore sighed. "I'll inform the teachers and have letters sent out to you're relatives. Quite a coincidence that you and Mister Potter here are distant relatives, I must say. . ."
"ALRIGHT!" Ginny sqealed. "She gets to be in my dorm, right? I mean, she's a fifth year, I know about her. . . muggleness. . ."
"Of course, Miss Weasley," Dumbledore said with a chuckle. He faced Briana. "Remember, try to keep a low profile."
"Thank you so much!" She said with a nod. ". . .professor," she added.
"You five may return to the sorting ceremony."
They six of them climbed down the spiral steps. "And I expect you, Miss Granger, to inform Miss Briana of the school."
Hermione nodded. "Of course."
Briana could hear the laughter and chatter of the students in what seemed to be a great dining room.
Before the six of them stepped in to join the fun, Dumble leaned in a whispered, "Remember to use a French accent, Mademoiselle."
A/N: Hope you enjoyed this chapter! Please remember to review!