Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. Nor am I making any money for this...I'm wasting my time for my own pleasure sigh.

A/N:

Well, this being my very first potterfic...I will try my hardest not to bore you all, however if something does happen that causes you grief, please tell me in a review...if not, then please tell me in a review!

Another note for you all...I detest Mary-Sue's as much as the next person, but sometimes my feminine fantasies take over and lean towards the world of fluff. If anything too sickeningly sweet is happening for you, please don't hesitate to tell me!

I hope you enjoy this....well...here goes! :A/N

Chapter 1
Of Tube Stations and Triple Cheese Casserole.

After her rather long and fantastically boring trip on the tube from Heathrow to London, Celsea found herself in a frightfully murky underground station. She sought out the nearest map and pored over it for a while.

Let's see...I need to take the Central Line to Bank...and then Jubilee to London Bridge. Easy enough.

Turning around she noticed the sign over which was carelessly scrawled Delays on the Jubilee Line' but she didn't think anything of it; there was good service on Central and the delays usually weren't anything to worry about.

After buying a ticket for the next few zones, she set off on the second part of her journey. Her ride to Bank Tube Station went by quickly enough, and then she waited for the train that was to take her to London Bridge. It was annoyingly hot, and she longed for just one single breath of fresh air. There were quite a few other people on the platform with her and when she saw the train come up was packed with people her heart sank. She got on the train, and sighing for lack of sitting space, grabbed hold of the slightly sticky yellow bar and leaned on the glass divider by the door.

Just one stop left now Harry!

The remark almost made standing on the tube worthwhile. Celsea always loved hearing people on their first trips through London. She descended into a deep recollection of her first time in the city, and when she finally came out of it, realized she was five stations past her stop.

Getting off the train, she looked around, wondering where she could possibly be. With a sinking heart she realized she had never been here before.

Well, I suppose I should just go back on the train and go the other way....the only thing is....well I'm awfully curious...

And that was it. Celsea had a knack for convincing herself into doing things, so she set off in a direction chosen by some unknown whim and set off.

Celsea came from Canada, and had spent quite some time in London previous to coming to live there now, but obviously she hadn't visited everywhere, and she was naturally inquisitive about any place she had never been before. Besides, you never knew what was waiting around the corner for you in a city like London.

She came to what seemed to be a strictly residential area and sighed. Likely she wouldn't meet many interesting things here, as people in their own houses generally kept to themselves. These houses were quite large, she noticed and they had an air of archaic magnificence now deflated by the desire for everything to look modern.

She was about to turn away and go back another direction, when WHAM. Spots appeared before her eyes, and she tried to look around to see what hit her. Her belongings were scattered around her, and there was a man on the ground about seven feet away from her.

Oh not again...

In Canada, Celsea had gained a reputation for being something of a strange person. This was due to the fact that she had very strange abilities when the time came that she should need them. These included things like causing people to be unable to touch her when she felt endangered by their presence. She couldn't always control these abilities, but at least she knew where they came from. Her parents were magical people, or so she had been lead to believe from veiled hints from relatives taking care of her in Canada, and blatant explanations from her uncle here in London. She couldn't remember them hardly at all, so their deaths did not affect her much, but the effects of her own magic had certainly caused much bullying for her at school.

There was another man by her now. He looked a bit sickly and aged, though too young for his many grey hairs. Should she trust him? After replacing everything she owned back in its proper place, she accepted his help back to her feet. She realized now that the man who had run into her had ended up grabbing some loose change and disappearing as fast as was humanly possible.

She tucked a stray piece of hair behind her ear and looked again to the tired looking man who had helped her up.

Thank you very much.Oh, not a problem. I don't recognize you from being around here...Oh no, I missed my tube station and decided to do some exploring while I was over here.

There was some confusion in his face, as if he didn't really know what she was talking about. She couldn't understand why not. Everyone knew about the London Underground, didn't they? All he said to that was,

Oh, right.

She smiled at him for a while, not really knowing what to say, but he broke the silence.

Listen, would you like this way with me? Er....I.....I'd like to talk to you...you seem like an interesting person.

He's seen what happened to the other guy and now he's curious.

Well, you don't seem dangerous. Why not.

He laughed a pleasant laugh and they set off in the direction she had been going before.

Are you...erm...do you live in London?Yea...well now I do anyway. I'm originally from Canada, and I came over here for a visit before, and now I'm living with my uncle...since...well. she got flustered. Celsea hadn't talked much about her parents, and although it did not cause her grief anymore, she still found it awkward. He seems fine though.

Well, my parents died a while back...I'm sorry...Don't worry about it. It was a long time ago. Anyway, the people taking care of me back home recently decided that they could no longer cope with the job and have passed me off to my uncle here in London. I don't mind...it's a lovely city.

She was smiling, but he looked concerned.

If ... if you don't mind me asking....what...er...what kind of people were your parents?

Celsea thought hard for a few moments. What was he getting at? He had surely seen her repel that guy...but why was he asking about her parents anyway? However, a look at his face told her that he was sincere, and as uncomfortable talking about it as she was. What's the worst that could happen? I'll just feel a bit of a weirdo telling my life story to a total stranger....no problem...

I don't really know much about them. They died when I was very young...but well...everyone who's been taking care of me has been dropping a lot of hints about....well...about the stuff they did.

The girl felt his eyes piercing into her.

Were...were they wizards?

He spoke so softly that she didn't understand him right away, but when she did, she didn't have an answer for his question. Would she tell him? She didn't think she had any reason not to, unless it would be something that offended him, and again she didn't get the impression that it would. But were they even wizards? She supposed they must have been, what else where they?

I....er....I think so.

She could tell by his face that that seemed to be a semi-acceptable answer.

Would....would you mind waiting here? There's someone I think should meet you...

She nodded and leaned upon a fence post, waiting for whoever he was bringing. This had been a weird day, and there was always the possibility of them wanting to harm her, but she had always been able to take care of herself, so she wasn't really worried about anything like that. All she had to do now was wait, and before long he was back.

His friend was old and bent, but she did not think that the vigor of youth had yet abandoned him. As he approached her, her throat went dry. What was she supposed to say?

He trailed off with an inquiring tone.

Celsea...Celsea Hatwell.Ah..well then Celsea, I hear you believe your parents were wizards, and yet you do not know if that is so?

She could not think what to reply to that, so she merely nodded her head.

Well, I believe they were, and that means you are as well.

Again she nodded. Not much new here, she had always known something along these lines was true, but she never really made any connections to anything before. She had been too young to really put it together when it interested her, and now she had just let herself fade into the regularity of it all.

And...have you ever attended wizarding school?No, I haven't. In fact, I didn't know there was such a thing. You see....my parents passed away when I was very young, and I was raised by many relatives who did not altogether approve of them...I don't think they were magical people...but they were kind nonetheless.Ah...good. Well, my name is Albus Dumbledore, and I don't know if my friend here has told you, but his name is Remus Lupin. I am currently the headmaster of a rather large wizarding school here in London...Hogwarts. I do not know if you have heard of it.

She shook her head.

Although...you are probably too old for that now. Come with me and you can meet others of us if you wish.I would like that very much.

They didn't walk very long before they stopped in between two of the houses. She was confused for only a moment, because soon another house appeared to shove the other houses out of the way, and then she was bewildered. They stepped inside, and her eyes were immediately greeted by a very motherly looking woman.

Oh Albus, you're back! And Remus! We've been waiting for you all to start lunch....and who's this?This is Celsea...er...Celsea Hatwell. Celsea, this is Molly Weasley.

She smiled and felt very welcomed by Mrs. Weasley's friendly appearance. She was quite plump, but had a somewhat disheveled appearance.

Oh do stay for lunch with us! It's not much, but we're not beggars either.

Celsea readily accepted the offer; her stomach had began to complain when her nose registered the smells coming from the kitchen. After being ushered into the room where she was to take the meal with everyone else, hear ears picked up Mrs. Weasley and Albus Dumbledore speaking to one another.

So what did you mean by bringing her here Albus? I mean, she's a nice girl and everything, but what do we know about her? Do you mean for her to join the Order?

And that was all she heard, because soon the noises of people about to begin a meal enveloped her ears.

Everyone...this is Celsea Hatwell. She's going to be having lunch with us..and after that...? Who knows?

Remus Lupin announced her and she smiled. Today certainly did come with its surprise. She took the last empty chair left, and looked around shyly at the rest of the people at the table. There were twins, so alike it was almost startling. And then there was a boy and a girl who looked as if they must be related to the twins. Turning around she discovered yet another red-haired freckled face that must be part of the same family. Now that she thought about it, they must be Mrs. Weasley's children. What an uncanny resemblance. There was a girl with a pretty face, but rather bushy hair, and a rather scruffy looking man who was sitting beside her. Lastly, her eyes came to rest on a boy with ruffled hair and a peculiar scar over his forehead. She didn't know why that should be so familiar to her, but she shrugged it off. Maybe she knew someone else who looked like him or something.

Mrs. Weasley entered the hall and after some chaos, all the food appeared on the table. She noticed that only Mrs. Weasley came in. I wonder where that Dumbledore fellow's gone then?

So where do you live er...Celsea? By the way, I'm Hermione Granger.

In London, with my uncle.

She hoped Hermione would leave it at that. She didn't want to have to explain her life story any more times today. Once was more than enough.

Oh, how interesting! You know, Harry lives with his aunt and uncle as well.That's right...

This was the boy with the scar on his forehead.

I'm Ron...er..what was your name again?

After plenty more questions like this, and feeling much fuller, the lunch ended pleasantly. They all got up and though many remained to talk to her, others seemed to have things they had to do. Mrs. Weasley came back in and tried to learn a little more of her.

How old are you Celsea?Sixteen last month.

She fought back the urge to roll her eyes at the look of surprise she received as a result.

I thought you must be nearly twenty!Hear that? She's only a year younger than ikkle Ronnykins!

That was one of the twins. She couldn't tell which.

Oh dear...will you be going to school then?Well...I don't know really...I've never gone to any school but..well...regular...you know?No..I don't know...Like...non-magical people school...high school...

She could tell by the looks of astonishment on everyone's faces that this was going to be an interesting interrogation.

You've been going to Muggle school? Whatever for?

Blush was full on her face now, as confusion broke out. She hadn't realized that going to this muggle' school would be something out of the ordinary. Didn't everyone go to schools like that? No, that was right. Dumbledore had talked about wizarding schools. He thought she was too old though. Well no matter, it wasn't as if she would be able to start now at her age. It could be interesting though.

Come on you guys...lay off!

She shot an extremely appreciative look in Hermione's direction. Fortunately this chaos was ended with the second arrival of Albus Dumbledore.

Come on now everyone! Albus and I need to talk with Celsea.

Celsea wondered with somewhat of a sinking feeling what it was that they needed to talk about with her. As Dumbledore and Mrs. Weasley seated themselves at the table, she followed their example.

Well, Molly has just informed me that you are only sixteen, and I must say that was quite a surprise as we thought you must be at least twenty.Don't worry about it...everyone makes the same mistake.Well, as I feel I can trust you, I will tell you this. This house is the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix, a secret organization bent on the destruction of Voldemort. I assume you have heard of him?Er...yes. Well that is to say...it wasn't huge news back in Canada...I mean...my gran mentioned him, but so far as I heard our government didn't take him very seriously....but then...our nonmagical government didn't take Hitler very seriously in the beginning either...Oh never mind...nonmagical Fascist ruler guy...thought that Germans and Northern-Europeans were a perfect race and wanted to exterminate all others...a bit off topic...Not as much as you suppose. Voldemort is uncannily similar to this ...Hitler was it? Anyhow...as you know, we thought you were older and so wanted to ask you to join the order. As you are much younger than we thought, now I want to ask you if you would like to go to a proper wizarding school.Oh...well...I think I would love to! I'd have to tell my uncle...

At this her face fell.

What's wrong with your uncle?Erm...well...we don't get along very well...and well now come to think of it, he must be a wizard himself...yeah. I never made that connection before. Silly of me...Oh? That's most insteresting...what's his name?Horatio Hatwell...he works for some ministry or other.Ministry of Magic?Well...I'm not sure..he never talked about it around me...but that would make sense now wouldn't it. But tell me about this school.Well, it's a boarding school, and....do you have a wand?

Celsea shook her head. She never had any need for a wand before.

Allright you'll have to do some shopping before you go then...I'm sure that will factor into whether or not you actually end up going. Anyway, all the students are divided into four houses: Gryffindor, Slytherin, Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff. You learn to do things like charms, potions, transfiguration, and many other things. Since you are a special case, I will need you to fill out this form, so we have a record of the courses you want to take and all that...

She looked into his smiling face. He seemed like a very kindly person, and she was very tempted to take him up on his offer.

Well...we'll see what my uncle says, and I'll have to check the prices on everything...I might not be able to afford it...you know...my uncle won't be paying for anything.I think you will be fine. Are you earning your own income?Yes, I've had to otherwise I wouldn't own anything. I should be able to scrape enough together. Thank you very much for your offer, I hope I am able to take you up on it!