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A/N: Nothing to say but please review! Flames are accepted. Oh, and a thanx to Bookworm127 for reviewing twice!
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"You mean, I make potions with parts of frogs in them and cast spells with weird sayings??" Kelli asked, still in shock.
All three of them laughed at this. "No, no, dear. Not that kind of witch Muggles talk about. You're a different kind of witch. You have a wand and cast spells that require more than a couple words and no weird sayings," Mrs. Granger explained.
"Then are all of you witches? How come I didn't know that before? Did my parents know? What's going to happen to me?" Kelli asked them all in one breath.
"Whoa! Slow down there. Ask one question at a time and hopefully we'll be able to answer them," Mr. Granger said.
Kelli took several deep breaths. "Ok. First of all, are all of you witches?"
"Well, my husband and I are actually Muggles, the term for non-magic people," Mrs. Granger replied.
Kelli nodded. "Did my parents know that I was a witch?"
Mr. Granger thought for awhile before answering. "Well, your mother was my sister, and Muggle-born too. She married a pureblood, Marcus. They got married and had you. So I would assume they knew you were a witch but there is no wizards and witches school in the States so I guess they didn't teach you anything at home either."
Kelli nodded again. "So am I going to Hogwarts with Harry and Hermione?"
All three gasped in unison. "How did you know about Hogwarts?" they all blurted out.
Kelli laughed. "Relax, I heard Matt Fudge talking about it and I mentioned it to Harry a couple minutes ago. I thought it was just some rich boarding school."
"What's this about a rich boarding school?" Harry smiled at them as he came into the kitchen.
"You'll never guess what Harry!" Hermione squeaked. "Kelli's a witch!"
Harry's jaw must have dropped a mile. "What? You're a witch? That's great! You're coming to Hogwarts, right? Well, then I guess I'm going to have to teach you a bit so you can catch up and give you advice on who to avoid and who you should be friends with." He led Kelli away from the rest of the group and started explaining to her about everything that went on at Hogwarts (including rules, which is very un-Harryish).
Hermione grinned. "We should get some Kelli clones. Maybe he'll start getting more serious about school."
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The days passed and Kelli got more used to being around the Granger household. She, Harry, and Hermione had a lot of fun playing all sorts of games and stuff. Soon, it was August 27th, just three days before Hogwarts started. Mr. and Mrs. Granger took them shopping in Diagon Alley, mainly to get Kelli's stuff. They stopped at Gringotts first for some money.
"Here, dear. Here's your key. Give it to the goblin over there and he'll take you to your vault. Harry, Hermione, will you two please go with her?" Hermione's mom gave Kelli her key and pointed at the greenish goblin. "We'll meet you outside of Flourish and Blotts."
"Ok mum. See you later!" Hermione called as she led the group towards the end of the building.
"Key please," the goblin muttered upon them entering the building. He hated it when kids came in without their parents. Kids could be so irresponsible sometimes.
Kelli hesitated then handed him her tiny key. Harry followed suit and the goblin looked at them closely. "Everything seems to be in order. Please follow Griphook. Griphook!"
Griphook brought them to a vault in a tiny cart that rode along some tracks about ten minutes later. "Please follow me." He took the key and planted it into the keyhole. The steel door swung open and Harry led the threesome into his vault. Hermione and Kelli gasped at the sight of all the gold, silver, and bronze coins flowing from big piles heaped everywhere, filling the whole place with coins. (A/N: Hermione had never seen Harry's vault so I guess she would gasp even though she knew he had a lot of gold.)
"W-wow Harry! You're l-like…rich!" Kelli stuttered, still recovering from the shock of someone at the age of 16 having a fortune.
Harry blushed and retrieved his gold. "I bet Kelli's going to have more than I do."
"You're wrong. My parents were really poor in the U.S. What makes you think I'll have a lot here?" Kelli argued.
"We'll just see about that," Harry replied as they got back into the cart. They rode along silently until reaching another door with a tiny keyhole as well. Griphook unlocked the door and stepped back for the trio to enter. Inside, there was a medium amount of money, not as much as Harry, of course, but a fair amount. Kelli grabbed a small leather pouch from her waist and piled some gold galleons, silver sickles, and bronze knuts into it. They stepped back out of the vault and Griphook took them back, where they continued on to Flourish and Blotts. Mr. and Mrs. Granger were waiting outside, looking around for the kids.
"Hi Mrs. Granger! We've got our money," Kelli said merrily as they went over to the adults. "Can we go buy my wand first?"
Hermione's dad laughed. "Of course. Let's go. I've got your school list right here too."
Kelli skipped merrily along ahead of the others while Harry looked confused. "She's just on a sugar high. Don't worry, a lot of Muggles are like that," Hermione explained, laughing at Harry's bamboozled expression.
"Umm…ok," he responded, still bewildered by such behavior.
They arrived at Ollivanders with Hermione still giggling at Harry and Harry still confused and Kelli overexcited. Mr. Ollivanders looked Kelli over and said, "My, my, a young witch who's happy to get her wand. Well dear, which one's your wand arm?"
Kelli held up her right arm and watched with interest as the tape measures started whirring and measuring her. Mr. Ollivander took some notes and then grabbed a box from a high shelf. "Holly, unicorn hair, 12 inches. Very powerful and excellent at Charms and Transfiguration. Very powerful indeed. Rather bendy too. Go on, give it a little wave."
Kelli took the wand and waved it around naturally. Gold sparks showered from the tip as Mr. Ollivander smiled at the result. "Here you go. Your wand suits you well. Good luck."
The five of them exited the shop admiring her new wand. "Wow Kelli, you got yours with the first try. I had a huge pile of boxes when I finally found mine," Harry said, fingering the delicate piece of wood.
They made their way through most of the shops, getting all the necessary supplies for all Kelli's classes. When they had reached the bookshop, they met the worst person they could have bumped into, Malfoy.
"Hey Kelli. How are you? I see you've met Potty and Mudblood. Where's Weasel? Did they finally realize that they didn't have enough money to buy books?" Malfoy taunted as Harry, Hermione, and Kelli glared at him. "I advise you not to hang around these kinds of people, Kelli. They could damage your soon-to-be excellent reputation, which could be made by staying by me."
Harry suddenly pulled out his wand and aimed it at Malfoy, but Kelli stepped between them and snarled at him, "Go away Malfoy and leave my friends alone. They make better friends than yours do any day."
Malfoy backed off and said, "Fine, but this isn't the last you'll hear of me. I swear Kelli, you'll be in more trouble when people find out you like Mudbloods and liars." With that he marched off in search of his father.
"Are you two ok?" Kelli asked after watching him stomp off.
"Yeah. How does he know you anyway?" Harry asked her, confused.
Kelli looked down and stuttered, "I met him at the Fudges' house. Matt had invited him and a couple of other people over. What does Mudblood mean anyway? And what did he mean about someone not having enough money?"
Fire blazed in Harry's eyes as he told her about how Hermione was Muggle-born and how Ron was very poor. The liar part…needed to be told with more explaining. She gasped when he told her that nobody believed him when he had seen Lord Voldemort until Cornelius Fudge had seen him and reluctantly admitted the truth. He told her everything except all about Sirius. He didn't need someone else feeling pity towards him. Then, as if right on cue, a voice called out Harry and Hermione's names.
"Oi! Harry! Hermione!" came an excited voice not far off. The three of them turned their heads towards a family full of flaming read hair. As they got closer, Kelli could see that there were four people in all. The boy was tall with freckles splattered all over his face. The younger child, a girl, had a young hyper-filled face beaming at the sight of them. Their mother was plump with joy and pride written all over her face and the father was tall and skinny with glasses.
"Hey Harry! Hermione! Who's this?" Ron asked, whistling at Kelli's appearance. Kelli blushed a dark crimson as Harry explained why Kelli was here, or even existed in their lives. At least right now. Then Ron started acting rude and jabbered on and on about quidditch (rude cuz Kelli didn't understand) until Harry finally broke in by switching the subject to the new Defense Against the Arts teacher by looking at his booklist.
"Hmm…Standard Book of Spells Grade 6 and How To Protect Yourself Against the Dark Arts. I wonder who the new teacher is," Harry said, giving the booklist to the assistant. He came back later with their new books. They left the shop and trudged on to buy some more of Kelli's things and some quills, potion ingredients, and more. She got a beautiful brown owl and named it Cerulean Bliss. Luckily, Voldemort didn't attack and they didn't bump into Malfoy or any other Slytherin again.
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A/N: Sorry about the boring ending. I just needed to finish what I've been writing for more than two weeks. And the part about Voldemort sorta confused my beta…let me explain, Voldemort's supposed to be attacking people again, rite? So I guess it would be lucky that he didn't attack Diagon Alley especially if people aren't expecting it and they'll panic. I guess it sort of doesn't make sense if he doesn't want people to know he's alive, but too bad cuz this is my story and in this story, he'll attack whenever he likes. Anyway, please review! If I don't get at least five reviews I won't continue…so review! And, please read my friends' stories. Their pen names are Bookworm127 and Tennistar514. Their stories are excellent and they need the encouragement to go on with them. Again, please review! Even if you hated it, or thought it was ok…lemme hear your thoughts on my story and suggestions to make it better.