Two letters, both sent and received on the same day, both as shocking as the other. These two letters were from schools in Europe. These schools informed Ali at she was a witch. "So witches really exist?" She asked her self for what must have been the hundredth time that day. She smiled again and placed the letters on her nightstand.
She lay on her bed thinking through everything she had learned that morning when the mail had come. It came separate from the other things such as bills that her parents got day to day. These letters came much earlier. How had they got there? She didn't know. She didn't know if she could believe it, but she wanted to with all of her heart.
Ali MacVerrich was never very normal. She believe in all things paranormal, and saw some things that made her think she was going crazy. If this were true, she wouldn't be crazy, and she really did see all of those things. There was that one time that she swore she made something fly across her room, and that other time she slammed her older brother against the wall with out even touching him.
Other then that, Ali led a normal life. She was involved in many school activities such as Marching Band, Drama Club, History Club, and Choir. She had a best friend, Shannon McGregor, who was always there for her. They both had a crush on one of the Barry Sax players in band, Andy Fisher, who was pretty close to them. Ali couldn't imagine giving up her life to become a witch.
But did she really have a choice? She already was one. She was born with the power, and she had to learn how to use it. The letters said that the International Ministry of Magic had made a huge mistake when she was born, and misplaced her files. They said that only two schools were willing to take in a student in their later years, Hogwarts and Durmstrang.
It was a big decision, she had been accepted into both school. There was a little information in the letters about both of the schools. Right now, it seemed as if Hogwarts would be the best choice, but she still couldn't decided. She laid in bed for hours debating it, and finally decided that Hogwarts sounded more legitimate. Now the problem would be getting her parents to believe it was all true.
Ali knew her whole life that she had been adopted. Both of her parents had curly blonde hair and blue eyes. She had silky smooth black hair and dark green eyes. They were very honest with her from the beginning. She knew they adopted her while they were living in England for three years, where she was born and raised for that time.
That's why the letters made so much sense. It said that her real parents had lived in London and were killed by a dark wizard named Voldemort. It said that she God parents had been killed shortly after, and she was put in an orphanage. It also said that she was very lucky to grow up away from the terror that brewed during that time, until a certain boy named Harry Potter stopped it all.
She heard a strange noise, the screams of her parents, and the mumbles of some other men and women. She grabbed her letters and walked into the living room. A group of people wearing long black robes were standing around the room trying to calm her parents down. Two more ladies had just popped our of green flames in her fireplace. What was going on?
One man took out a long brown wand and summoned a chair to him. He sat down and the rest did so also. Ali's mother, Tracy, had fainted and was being held up by her father, Dominic. This was the proof that they all needed, magic was real.
Ali let out a squeal of happiness that drew the attention of the Ministry Officials to her. The man who was first to summon a chair stood and shook her hand. "You must be little Alietto." he spoke in a strong British accent. "Yes! Please, call me Ali." He nodded and sat back down. Soon others were greeting her saying things such as "I knew your mother, she was such a sweet lady." or "My, my... how you've grown. I remember when you were just a baby."
After they explained everything again to Ali and her family, and then apologized over a dozen times, the Ministry of Magic told Ali that they were bringing her to London viva something called Floo Powder, witch Ali guessed was through the fireplace.
After packing a few things she would need, and checking her life's savings out of the bank, Ali kissed her now crying parents goodbye, and promised them she'd see them next summer. Then she turned to the officials and stepped into the fireplace with the smallest of the ladies. The lady held Ali's arm and said "The Leaky Cauldron." before dropping something that looked like gray ashes into the fireplace.
Green flames warmed Ali's body and she was sent on her way through a spiraling vortex of passing fireplaces. It was a little uncomfortable at first, but she got used to it. It took quiet some time, considering they were going over seas. Ali whispered goodbye to her farm, her school, and her small town life as she stepped out of the fireplace into some type of pub with more people dressed in robes.
The lady escorted her over to the bar and said "Afternoon Tom, I need a room for this young lady." The man behind the counter grabbed his keys and walked with them up the stairs in the dining room. The lady and the man talked the whole way there. She told Tom who Ali was and how everything had happened. It felt a little uncomfortable for Ali being around these strangers and having them talk about her like she wasn't standing there, but she figured she'd have to get used to it.
The room they went to was fairly small and kind of stingy for something run by magical folk, but nevertheless Ali felt it intriguing. "What school did you decide on?" the lady asked. "Hogwarts." Ali said nervously, hoping she'd made the right choice. "Very well, he's your list of school things you'll need to by. Ask Tom how to get into Diagon Ally when you're ready, and if you ever need help ask him to direct you to a man named Hagrid. He works for your school and he'll be more than willing to help. Good day." she said and walked out, closing the door behind her.
Ali looked at her letter and saw that school would start on the first of September, and that it was still only the twentieth of August. She had a little over a week to explore this so called Diagon Ally and buy her things. So, there was no rush. She unpacked her things and looked out of the window. Everything out side looked normal. That couldn't possibly be Diagon Ally. "Maybe it's on the other side." Ally hoped.
When she was done putting away her things, she read her whole list. There were a ton of books. Some of them, the letter said, were to catch her up, and that she would have the rest of the year to complete them. Luckily for her, she was an Honors student, a very fast reader, and she had a photographical memory.
She walked down the stairs and saw two men that were at her house having a drink in by the bar. They were talking very lowly, but she was close enough to hear what they were saying:
"So, did you hear the Potter boy had run away again?"
"Yea, he's staying here you know."
"Really? That poor boy, maybe if someone would get him out of that house with those crazy muggles, he'd behave for once!"
A run away? Ali liked bad boys. She listened closer.
"I'm surprised Hogwarts hasn't expelled him yet."
"Dumbledore's had a soft spot for him ever since he was a baby."
"Still, he shouldn't be treated any different from anyone else."
"Even when he's saved all of our skins so many times?"
Oh! He went to her school, AND he was brave. Wait, Potter boy? Could that mean Harry Potter, the one for defeated Voldemort? Who cares! There's someone in this place who was in her knew school and was bad and brave?! She had to meet him.
It didn't take her very long, fore when she made to go back to her room she turned the corner to go back to the dining room, and slammed right into someone. They had both fallen to the floor, and the boy's glasses had fallen off of his face. He had messy black hair that was just oh too adorable.
Ali picked up his glasses and they both stood. "S-sorry." she said handed them back to the boy. "It's okay, it happens more than you'd expect." the boy laughed in the cutest of British accents. He extended his hand to Ali and she shook it nervously.
"I'm Harry Potter, and yourself."
"Ali, Alietto MacVerrich."
"Ah, I've heard of you. Your that girl who was lost by the Ministry. Those big gits."
Ali blushed, she wasn't sure what a git was but she guessed Harry didn't like the Ministry too much. "I've heard of you too." she said.
"Yea... who hasn't. At least your not staring at my scar." She could tell he regretted saying that, because he looked away from her immediately.
"Sorry, but I haven't heard of your scar. Or any details about you really. I've only just heard of you this morning. I've only just heard of my self this morning!"
"I know what that's like... hey want to join me for some ice cream?"
Ali blushed, but accepted. They walked through the dining room and went through a door that led to a small room filled with a few boxes. Harry pulled out his long black wand and tapped some bricks on the back wall in a memorized pattern.
The bricks started to move in different patterns and separate, revealing a street filled with all kinds of shops, decorations, and strangely dressed people. "This is more like it." Ali thought. She turned to Harry who said, "Welcome, to Diagon Ally!"
She was absolutely fascinated by everything she saw. There were cauldrons, wands, brooms, books, and animals in the windows of all the different stores. She couldn't wait to go buy her things! Harry directed her to a table with an umbrella outside of Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlor. He went inside and ordered for them and came back out with two bowls of a green looking ice cream.
"Sorry I ordered for you, but you just have to try this. It's called Cucumber Slime, and trust me... it's excellent." Harry said and started eating his. "This is delicious!" Ali nearly screamed. Harry smiled at her and then said, "I'm glad I've got someone to talk to. I was going mad sitting around by my self. So I expect you'll be going to Hogwarts?'
"Yes." she responded.
"It's the best place in the world! I assure you that! Just... stay away from Professor Snape as much as possible." He laughed and then explained to her what Snape was like. "What year will you be in?"
"Sixth, at least that's what my letter said."
"Me too!"
"So, if you don't mind me asking, why'd you run away... again?"
Harry explained to her everything that had happened last time he ran away, and then he told her about this time. His cousin, Dudley, had been picking on him day in and day out about the death of his God father, and how they had gotten into a fist fight. Harry didn't want to use magic and risk going to court again, so he just left. He took the knight bus again and came back here.
Harry and Ali had something greatly in common. They had both lost their parents and God parents before even really getting to know them. They both had to cope quickly with the fact that they were magical, and heck, they even liked the same bands! Harry told her to stay away form magical music, because bands such as the Weird Sisters were just creepy.
They sat there talking for a great while longer after they were done eating. Harry told her everything that had ever happened between him and Voldemort. It was like he really could trust here, even though they had just met. Harry's personality made Andy Fisher seem like a total jerk. She felt her self falling for this boy already.
She lay on her bed thinking through everything she had learned that morning when the mail had come. It came separate from the other things such as bills that her parents got day to day. These letters came much earlier. How had they got there? She didn't know. She didn't know if she could believe it, but she wanted to with all of her heart.
Ali MacVerrich was never very normal. She believe in all things paranormal, and saw some things that made her think she was going crazy. If this were true, she wouldn't be crazy, and she really did see all of those things. There was that one time that she swore she made something fly across her room, and that other time she slammed her older brother against the wall with out even touching him.
Other then that, Ali led a normal life. She was involved in many school activities such as Marching Band, Drama Club, History Club, and Choir. She had a best friend, Shannon McGregor, who was always there for her. They both had a crush on one of the Barry Sax players in band, Andy Fisher, who was pretty close to them. Ali couldn't imagine giving up her life to become a witch.
But did she really have a choice? She already was one. She was born with the power, and she had to learn how to use it. The letters said that the International Ministry of Magic had made a huge mistake when she was born, and misplaced her files. They said that only two schools were willing to take in a student in their later years, Hogwarts and Durmstrang.
It was a big decision, she had been accepted into both school. There was a little information in the letters about both of the schools. Right now, it seemed as if Hogwarts would be the best choice, but she still couldn't decided. She laid in bed for hours debating it, and finally decided that Hogwarts sounded more legitimate. Now the problem would be getting her parents to believe it was all true.
Ali knew her whole life that she had been adopted. Both of her parents had curly blonde hair and blue eyes. She had silky smooth black hair and dark green eyes. They were very honest with her from the beginning. She knew they adopted her while they were living in England for three years, where she was born and raised for that time.
That's why the letters made so much sense. It said that her real parents had lived in London and were killed by a dark wizard named Voldemort. It said that she God parents had been killed shortly after, and she was put in an orphanage. It also said that she was very lucky to grow up away from the terror that brewed during that time, until a certain boy named Harry Potter stopped it all.
She heard a strange noise, the screams of her parents, and the mumbles of some other men and women. She grabbed her letters and walked into the living room. A group of people wearing long black robes were standing around the room trying to calm her parents down. Two more ladies had just popped our of green flames in her fireplace. What was going on?
One man took out a long brown wand and summoned a chair to him. He sat down and the rest did so also. Ali's mother, Tracy, had fainted and was being held up by her father, Dominic. This was the proof that they all needed, magic was real.
Ali let out a squeal of happiness that drew the attention of the Ministry Officials to her. The man who was first to summon a chair stood and shook her hand. "You must be little Alietto." he spoke in a strong British accent. "Yes! Please, call me Ali." He nodded and sat back down. Soon others were greeting her saying things such as "I knew your mother, she was such a sweet lady." or "My, my... how you've grown. I remember when you were just a baby."
After they explained everything again to Ali and her family, and then apologized over a dozen times, the Ministry of Magic told Ali that they were bringing her to London viva something called Floo Powder, witch Ali guessed was through the fireplace.
After packing a few things she would need, and checking her life's savings out of the bank, Ali kissed her now crying parents goodbye, and promised them she'd see them next summer. Then she turned to the officials and stepped into the fireplace with the smallest of the ladies. The lady held Ali's arm and said "The Leaky Cauldron." before dropping something that looked like gray ashes into the fireplace.
Green flames warmed Ali's body and she was sent on her way through a spiraling vortex of passing fireplaces. It was a little uncomfortable at first, but she got used to it. It took quiet some time, considering they were going over seas. Ali whispered goodbye to her farm, her school, and her small town life as she stepped out of the fireplace into some type of pub with more people dressed in robes.
The lady escorted her over to the bar and said "Afternoon Tom, I need a room for this young lady." The man behind the counter grabbed his keys and walked with them up the stairs in the dining room. The lady and the man talked the whole way there. She told Tom who Ali was and how everything had happened. It felt a little uncomfortable for Ali being around these strangers and having them talk about her like she wasn't standing there, but she figured she'd have to get used to it.
The room they went to was fairly small and kind of stingy for something run by magical folk, but nevertheless Ali felt it intriguing. "What school did you decide on?" the lady asked. "Hogwarts." Ali said nervously, hoping she'd made the right choice. "Very well, he's your list of school things you'll need to by. Ask Tom how to get into Diagon Ally when you're ready, and if you ever need help ask him to direct you to a man named Hagrid. He works for your school and he'll be more than willing to help. Good day." she said and walked out, closing the door behind her.
Ali looked at her letter and saw that school would start on the first of September, and that it was still only the twentieth of August. She had a little over a week to explore this so called Diagon Ally and buy her things. So, there was no rush. She unpacked her things and looked out of the window. Everything out side looked normal. That couldn't possibly be Diagon Ally. "Maybe it's on the other side." Ally hoped.
When she was done putting away her things, she read her whole list. There were a ton of books. Some of them, the letter said, were to catch her up, and that she would have the rest of the year to complete them. Luckily for her, she was an Honors student, a very fast reader, and she had a photographical memory.
She walked down the stairs and saw two men that were at her house having a drink in by the bar. They were talking very lowly, but she was close enough to hear what they were saying:
"So, did you hear the Potter boy had run away again?"
"Yea, he's staying here you know."
"Really? That poor boy, maybe if someone would get him out of that house with those crazy muggles, he'd behave for once!"
A run away? Ali liked bad boys. She listened closer.
"I'm surprised Hogwarts hasn't expelled him yet."
"Dumbledore's had a soft spot for him ever since he was a baby."
"Still, he shouldn't be treated any different from anyone else."
"Even when he's saved all of our skins so many times?"
Oh! He went to her school, AND he was brave. Wait, Potter boy? Could that mean Harry Potter, the one for defeated Voldemort? Who cares! There's someone in this place who was in her knew school and was bad and brave?! She had to meet him.
It didn't take her very long, fore when she made to go back to her room she turned the corner to go back to the dining room, and slammed right into someone. They had both fallen to the floor, and the boy's glasses had fallen off of his face. He had messy black hair that was just oh too adorable.
Ali picked up his glasses and they both stood. "S-sorry." she said handed them back to the boy. "It's okay, it happens more than you'd expect." the boy laughed in the cutest of British accents. He extended his hand to Ali and she shook it nervously.
"I'm Harry Potter, and yourself."
"Ali, Alietto MacVerrich."
"Ah, I've heard of you. Your that girl who was lost by the Ministry. Those big gits."
Ali blushed, she wasn't sure what a git was but she guessed Harry didn't like the Ministry too much. "I've heard of you too." she said.
"Yea... who hasn't. At least your not staring at my scar." She could tell he regretted saying that, because he looked away from her immediately.
"Sorry, but I haven't heard of your scar. Or any details about you really. I've only just heard of you this morning. I've only just heard of my self this morning!"
"I know what that's like... hey want to join me for some ice cream?"
Ali blushed, but accepted. They walked through the dining room and went through a door that led to a small room filled with a few boxes. Harry pulled out his long black wand and tapped some bricks on the back wall in a memorized pattern.
The bricks started to move in different patterns and separate, revealing a street filled with all kinds of shops, decorations, and strangely dressed people. "This is more like it." Ali thought. She turned to Harry who said, "Welcome, to Diagon Ally!"
She was absolutely fascinated by everything she saw. There were cauldrons, wands, brooms, books, and animals in the windows of all the different stores. She couldn't wait to go buy her things! Harry directed her to a table with an umbrella outside of Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlor. He went inside and ordered for them and came back out with two bowls of a green looking ice cream.
"Sorry I ordered for you, but you just have to try this. It's called Cucumber Slime, and trust me... it's excellent." Harry said and started eating his. "This is delicious!" Ali nearly screamed. Harry smiled at her and then said, "I'm glad I've got someone to talk to. I was going mad sitting around by my self. So I expect you'll be going to Hogwarts?'
"Yes." she responded.
"It's the best place in the world! I assure you that! Just... stay away from Professor Snape as much as possible." He laughed and then explained to her what Snape was like. "What year will you be in?"
"Sixth, at least that's what my letter said."
"Me too!"
"So, if you don't mind me asking, why'd you run away... again?"
Harry explained to her everything that had happened last time he ran away, and then he told her about this time. His cousin, Dudley, had been picking on him day in and day out about the death of his God father, and how they had gotten into a fist fight. Harry didn't want to use magic and risk going to court again, so he just left. He took the knight bus again and came back here.
Harry and Ali had something greatly in common. They had both lost their parents and God parents before even really getting to know them. They both had to cope quickly with the fact that they were magical, and heck, they even liked the same bands! Harry told her to stay away form magical music, because bands such as the Weird Sisters were just creepy.
They sat there talking for a great while longer after they were done eating. Harry told her everything that had ever happened between him and Voldemort. It was like he really could trust here, even though they had just met. Harry's personality made Andy Fisher seem like a total jerk. She felt her self falling for this boy already.