Magic is everywhere
Chapter one
The Beginning
The weather was dark and stormy, even in the morning. The four girls searched for what was it again? Oh yeah, platform 9 ¾, thought Piper. What the hell is that? A nine and a ten. No 9 ¾. We should have just orbed there.
"Hurry up, Ron! We're gonna be late!" Harry screamed as he ran pasted four girls. Uh oh, forgot to see if anyone way watching. Probably safe.
"What the hell was that?" Phoebe asked.
"I think it was a red, black and brown blob. And they went through that wall. Wait, they went through that wall! It's that platform thingy." Answered Paige.
"What are you waiting for, someone to kiss you goodbye? Hurry up, it's almost 11." Said the eldest sister. "Piper already went through."
"OW! What the hell was that?" Piper yelled. "I'm gonna knock the living daylight out of you, and I don't care if it's Christmas or not. You're ancestors' gonna feel it!"
"Whoa, sorry lady. I didn't mean to hit you." Said Ron. He was kind of surprised someone so young could be so mean. Plus, she spoke in an accent, probably American, meaning, she was a transfer. Probably second year, most likely in Slytherin.
"Yo Piper! Where are you?" Phoebe had to yell over all the children returning from Christmas break.
"I'm! Right! Here! If you don't move, you're gonna have one eye!" Piper was getting really pissed, and since she was one of the shortest, she was ignored and now was really pissed. "Alright, I'm angry!" She flicked her hands and everyone except the Charmed Ones froze. "Finally! Let's get on the train before I lose you guys again."
The long trip was almost starting and it was now officially dark. Piper was really pissed off so everyone left her alone. Unfortunately, it was completely full and the trio had no place to sit. They entered the last room, and Piper was in it.
"Do you mind if we sit here?" Hermione asked carefully. She recognized her as the girl who Ron had hit.
"It's a free country, I mean sure. I keep forgetting it's not 'Frisco anymore."
"'Frisco? You're from America? What's 'Frisco?" Ron asked Hermione.
"I'm not sure. I never seen "'Frisco" on the map before."
"It's short for San Francisco. Ya know, the foggy city?" Piper explained to them.
"Hey, I'm sorry I hit you. I didn't see you and you're so short, and WHAM!" Ron said sheepishly. He was kind of scared of her. She may be small, but size doesn't matter.
"Oh, I'm sorry! My name's Hermione Granger. That's Ron Weasly and Harry Potter." Hermione said surprisingly. They leaned forward like they were expecting something. Actually, they were waiting for her to ask for an autograph or a picture. Instead, she only introduced herself.
"Charmed. I'm Piper."
"Hey, how old are you? We're sixteen." Harry spoke up for the first time.
"I'm thirteen. Why?" Piper said plainly. She figured that they might have grades too.
"We are sorted into houses and year." Hermione answered for her. The brain thought Harry. "What house do you think you're gonna be in? We're in Griffindor."
"Houses? Griffin-what? This seems harder than regular school."
"Oh look. We're almost there. You best be changing into your robes."
What am I getting myself into?
Chapter one
The Beginning
The weather was dark and stormy, even in the morning. The four girls searched for what was it again? Oh yeah, platform 9 ¾, thought Piper. What the hell is that? A nine and a ten. No 9 ¾. We should have just orbed there.
"Hurry up, Ron! We're gonna be late!" Harry screamed as he ran pasted four girls. Uh oh, forgot to see if anyone way watching. Probably safe.
"What the hell was that?" Phoebe asked.
"I think it was a red, black and brown blob. And they went through that wall. Wait, they went through that wall! It's that platform thingy." Answered Paige.
"What are you waiting for, someone to kiss you goodbye? Hurry up, it's almost 11." Said the eldest sister. "Piper already went through."
"OW! What the hell was that?" Piper yelled. "I'm gonna knock the living daylight out of you, and I don't care if it's Christmas or not. You're ancestors' gonna feel it!"
"Whoa, sorry lady. I didn't mean to hit you." Said Ron. He was kind of surprised someone so young could be so mean. Plus, she spoke in an accent, probably American, meaning, she was a transfer. Probably second year, most likely in Slytherin.
"Yo Piper! Where are you?" Phoebe had to yell over all the children returning from Christmas break.
"I'm! Right! Here! If you don't move, you're gonna have one eye!" Piper was getting really pissed, and since she was one of the shortest, she was ignored and now was really pissed. "Alright, I'm angry!" She flicked her hands and everyone except the Charmed Ones froze. "Finally! Let's get on the train before I lose you guys again."
The long trip was almost starting and it was now officially dark. Piper was really pissed off so everyone left her alone. Unfortunately, it was completely full and the trio had no place to sit. They entered the last room, and Piper was in it.
"Do you mind if we sit here?" Hermione asked carefully. She recognized her as the girl who Ron had hit.
"It's a free country, I mean sure. I keep forgetting it's not 'Frisco anymore."
"'Frisco? You're from America? What's 'Frisco?" Ron asked Hermione.
"I'm not sure. I never seen "'Frisco" on the map before."
"It's short for San Francisco. Ya know, the foggy city?" Piper explained to them.
"Hey, I'm sorry I hit you. I didn't see you and you're so short, and WHAM!" Ron said sheepishly. He was kind of scared of her. She may be small, but size doesn't matter.
"Oh, I'm sorry! My name's Hermione Granger. That's Ron Weasly and Harry Potter." Hermione said surprisingly. They leaned forward like they were expecting something. Actually, they were waiting for her to ask for an autograph or a picture. Instead, she only introduced herself.
"Charmed. I'm Piper."
"Hey, how old are you? We're sixteen." Harry spoke up for the first time.
"I'm thirteen. Why?" Piper said plainly. She figured that they might have grades too.
"We are sorted into houses and year." Hermione answered for her. The brain thought Harry. "What house do you think you're gonna be in? We're in Griffindor."
"Houses? Griffin-what? This seems harder than regular school."
"Oh look. We're almost there. You best be changing into your robes."
What am I getting myself into?