Title: A magical new life

Claim of Dis: I own Rebecca. No one else is mine; they belong to other rich, talented people who thought them up in the first place... I just borrowed them for this story.

Rating: No clue won't be anything worst than R though. It's leaning towards PG.

Other: I can't spell anything that isn't in the word processing dictionary. Ergo, if you see a mistake, politely tell me, and then, in my next update I will do my best to rectify that error

Chapter 1

Rebecca stared out of her window. The train was going so fast that only the mountains in the distance were not blurred. She couldn't believe all that had happened in the last month. The fire that had claimed her family and left her all alone. The letter then coming a week later to proclaim her a witch. That's what saved her, this little quirk of being able to do things no one else could, including not burn. Still she hadn't been able to save her family. Now she was on her way to Hogwarts. A place that couldn't exist in the real world, so it came into existence shortly after her world collapsed.

Flash Back

.........The smoke alarm has started shrieking, waking up her little sister down the hall. The muffled cries of a 4 year old girl being waken in the middle of the night, and the inability to breathe woke Rebecca with a start. She stared at the peculiar orange glow coming from beneath the door, and realized with a start that her house was burning down. Her room was filling with smoke and her eyes and lungs were burning. Quickly she opened a window, and huddled beneath it. She could still hear her sister screaming. She had to do something. She crawled to the door and tried to open it, but the handle was too hot to even put her hand near, as she crawled back to the window the screeching sound of a siren blasted into her room, drowning out any other sound...

Present

Rebecca closed her eyes for a moment, clearing her mind of the horrible memories. A look at her new school books would relieve her mind of its dark thoughts. Ah, Hogwarts, A history, looked promising. She had no clue where she was going, except Scotland; maybe, the train had traveled in the general direction of north since departure. But the name Hogwarts struck no cord with her, or the town, Hogsmeade. The first thought that had crossed her mind when she heard the name was why would someone want to name a school, or a town at that, Pigs growth, or Pigs Beer. Maybe this book would hold the answer.

A few hours later

Rebecca sighed as she closed the book. A complete waste of time, to her. Why write an entire book that outlined the friendship and rivalry of four wizards, especially Godric Gryfindor and Slazar Slytherin? It didn't click in her mind. Outside the sky was growing dark, and the wizard who had helped her aboard, had said that was when she would be reaching the station. She looked outside again. This whole experience was too surreal for her. A dream maybe, a horrible, disgusting joke that someone with a Higher power deemed necessary for her to put up with. She jolted back to reality when the train slowed to a stop.

"All off for Hogsmeade" Someone called from further down the train. Rebecca grabbed her trunk and hauled it out of her compartment and off the train. Standing there was a cold looking woman with a pair of square glasses, and a bun very high up on her head.

"Rebecca Johnson, I presuppose" the woman barked out at her. Rebecca nodded shyly, wondering who this woman could be.

"I am Professor McGonagall, I teach tranfiguresation as well as being the head of the Gryfindor house. Come along, the train was 10 minutes late, which in turn places us late as well." The imposing woman started a quick pace up towards a carriage that was waiting patiently, about 50 feet away. Rebecca stared after her for a moment before grabbing her trunk and pulling it her as she hurried behind.

The carriage ride was silent, uncomfortably so. The woman McGonagall seemed to be appraising her, the entire ride. She had not even inquired about the trip, or how she was. Rebecca shrugged, all of this was so new, and weird, maybe she was expected to do something, like a spell. But she had only gotten her wand 3 days ago, from that odd man in the cluttered shop. Rebecca was dying to ask McGonagall so many questions. How the carriage moved, and why did wizards use owls to deliver mail? How could she be a wizard or a witch, and what was the correct term? But before she could even muster up the tiniest bit of courage the carriage ground to a halt. Rebecca looked out of the window and there, stretching up, up, up, and more up was the most amazing thing she had ever seen. A honest to god castle. She stared in wonder before looking back at Professor McGonagall, who simply said, "Welcome to Hogwarts."

Mcgonagall promptly opened the door of the carriage and stepped out, beckoning for Rebecca to follow.

"Hagrid, will you get Ms. Johnson's things?" Mcgonagall said someone in the archway.

"Right away, Professor" A giant of a man stepped out of the doorway and smiled at Rebecca.

"How was your journey, Ms. Johnson?" Hagrid boomed down at her. Rebecca gasped slightly and smiled nervously up at Hagrid.

"It was, fine, umm, sir."

"You'll be calling me Hagrid, none of that sir business" The man Hagrid seemed more and more friendly and he hefted her trunk off the back of the carriage and smiled at her again. Rebecca smiled back up at him, wondering how in the world someone could get so large. As Mcgonagall swiftly led the way into the school, Rebecca scurried after her, marveling at everything she saw.

In Professor McGonagall's Office

After marching through most of the school, it seemed, they finally came to a portrait in the wall, with a painting of a women reading in a library.

"Quid me nutrit me destruit" Professor McGonagall said clearly and the portrait swung open. Rebecca stood gaping in the hall way as Mcgonagall climbed into the room behind the painting.

"Well come in, don't just stand there!" Professor McGonagall declared from inside, and Rebecca rushed through the opening. In front of her was a solid oak desk with two chairs in front of it, and one behind. A roaring fire was blazing merrily in an iron grated fire place to the left. Professor McGonagall motioned towards a one of the chairs in front of the desk while lowering herself into the one behind it.

"So Ms. Johnson. I trust you have all your supplies, including a wand of sorts." Professor Mcgonagall asked.

"Yes," Rebecca responded, "Mr. Isaiah helped me pick everything out."

"Good, I believe it necessary to begin your teachings with the first years, although you are fifteen. Your arrival unfortunately, is at an inconvenient time. The year starting over a month ago and most first years already advanced into their classes. I can, however obtain you a tutor, from the house you are in, and perhaps, you could move into second or third year, if you work hard enough." Rebecca nodded, stunned.

"You are a very special case Ms. Johnson. Your parents, did you know this? Were both squibs, from quite prominent families in fact…"

"What is a squib?" Rebecca interrupted.

"I forget that you know nothing of the wizarding world. A squib is a person born without magic, to two people with magic. And as I was saying, both your parents came from quite prominent families. However, neither of these families will claim you. However if you like, Professor Dumbledoor will try to find you lodgings over the summer at an orphanage, and of course you may stay here the rest of the holidays."

Rebecca nodded again, much more slowly this time. She hated having her orphan state mentioned in such an off handed way as Professor McGonagall was. Since the fire no one had stop to think that "orphan" was the last word she wanted to hear, it was only a painful reminder of what she no longer had.

"You will be staying in one of the extra rooms tonight, for you arrived much too late to take place in any of the normal sorting of the students. Tomorrow morning you will be introduced to the rest of the school and sorted during breakfast. You will then spend the rest of the day making short visits to you classrooms, being placed in your house's dormitory, and attending meals with the rest of the school. I will, as I said before try to acquire a tutor for you, someone in the fifth or six year, someone around your age. Now if you will just come with me, I take you to your room. Hagrid has already put your belongings there, so I trust you'll be most comfortable."

Rebecca stood up and followed Professor McGonagall out of her office and into the hallway. She trailed her through the hallways until they reached another portrait, this one, a man asleep in a wooden chair. Professor McGonagall cleared her throat to wake up the painting.

"Hm, what yes!" The portrait jerked awake suddenly, startaling Rebecca to back away to the other wall.

"What the password then?" the man in the painting asked Professor McGonagall.

"Oakwood" she stated.

"Right-o, then, in we go!" The portrait swung open revealing a rather bare bedroom, with a large bed, a vanity and a normal door leading into another room.

"Your bathroom is through the door, you'll find a shower and other normal nessaties in there. Your trunk is there. I will send someone in the morning to come and get you. Goodnight" Professor McGonagall, then stepped back out into the hall, and the portrait swung shut. Rebecca slowly opened her trunk and took off the sweater she had been wearing. She changed into her pajamas and climbed into bed. The first day was over.

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"Quid me nutrit me destruit" --What nurishes me, also destroys me (Latin)