-1Okay, this might get a little confusing, so I will explain the timeline. It is about fifty years after the downfall of Lord Voldemort (yes Harry defeated him in the end). The school was the location of the final battle and it got destroyed in the process, and so for many, many years, the education of Hogwarts was postponed. But a very generous Lucius Malfoy contributed to the rebuilding of Hogwarts and at the current time, the school is in it's twentieth year after the rebuilding efforts. Harry's story was made into the popular series we know and love today, although Muggles think that it's just works of fiction. Only a few of the canon characters will be mention, some being Hagrid, Neville (who's the Herbology professor), and Arthur Weasley (whose the headmaster of Hogwarts). More of it will be explained further in the story.

I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters, no matter how much I dream. And Review please!

- this is based on my hopes and may not happen in the final installment of the actual HP series.

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Chapter One

It was a dark and clear evening. Jeneva had just come back from the prefect's bathroom and was heading up the stairs to the Ravenclaw Tower when she heard it. Footsteps.

She ran down the stairs and was shocked to find a bunch of Hufflepuff first years huddled in a corner. She went over to them.

"What are you doing here?" she asked. "You should be in your common room."

"Shhh!" one of them hissed and Jeneva fell silent, listening.

She could hear voices coming from the direction of the Astronomy Tower. "What the…" she gasped. Flashes of green light were bouncing off the walls and the potions teacher ran with a Slytherin boy Jeneva recognized as Draco Malfoy, one of the Slytherin prefects.

The next thing she knew, Harry Potter was racing after them, and he looked livid. Ernie Macmillan stood there next to Jeneva and was trying to ask him a question before Harry pushed him out of the way and ran on. Jeneva looked at Ernie who shrugged and looked just as confunded as she was…

Heaven yawned. It was about four in the morning and she had not gotten any sleep what so ever. She had been too busy writing her story for a fan fic contest ((Write a Fifty Page Story About a Character Who Witnesses the Events In Any of the Harry Potter Books.)) and she was exhausted. Since starting to write it at three that afternoon, she had barely left her room at all, except to go to the bathroom or find one of her books.

At age eleven, Heaven Nevaeh had already shown signs of being a truly gifted artist. She could paint realistic interpretations of castles and of people with only a description of them. But her family knew her true passion: writing. Since a young age, Heaven had shown a true knack for reading and creating wonderful tales. She had already read a few of Shakespeare's plays including Hamlet and Romeo and Juliet. She could pronounce those words that most kids her age would have struggled with. She liked to stay up late on weekends and holidays and write, when her imagination "was at it's best".

She looked at the monitor of her computer. So far she had written over forty pages of her fifty page story and she didn't really know where to go next. Wiggling her fingers on the keyboard, she sighed and looked around her room for inspiration.

Even Heaven's room wasn't like other girls her age. Instead of pictures of her favorite singers and movie stars, Heaven had posters of book lists and of her favorite books that were made in movies. Behind that she had written quotes of certain authors and artists such as Meg Cabot (( "You're not a million dollar bill. Not everyone is going to like you.")) and Leonardo Divinci.

Suddenly, her window shattered. Heaven jumped and reached for something to hit her unknown attacker. What was going on?

She crept towards the window, careful not to step on the glass with her bare feet. She peered out of the window and nearly toppled over with shock. Standing below her two-story window, was unlike any man she had ever seen, but she knew instantly who he was. Twice as large and as tall as any man she had ever seen, Rubeus Hagrid was standing outside her window.

"Hagrid?" she said in some astonishment.

"Oy, how do yeh know my name?" he asked.

"I've read about you," she said eagerly. "You're Rubeus Hagrid, keeper of the keys and grounds of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. You were expelled in your third year for a crime you didn't commit. You escorted Harry Potter to Hogwarts and you were the Care of Magical Creatures teacher too!"

He stared blankly up at her.

"I've read the series by J.K. Rowling," she explained.

"Oh, well as you know, I'm Hagrid," he said. "I'm here to take yeh to Hogwarts."

She stared at him. "Hogwarts?" she said faintly. "But I'm not a witch. I can't do all the things you do. I'm an ordinary Muggle."

"Is that so?" he asked. "Have you ever wondered why you can sketch such accurate drawing? That's not any ordinary gift, girl."

"B- Bu-But," she stuttered. "I can't!" she said finally. "I can't be a witch. It's just not real, any of this! I've fallen asleep and just haven't woken up yet."

She pinched herself. "OW!" she said loudly. She looked down and Hagrid looked back up at her expectantly. "Okay, maybe this is real, but how?" she groaned. She began to pace, back and forth. The words "Hagrid" and "can't be" were most distinguishable.

"Listen," Hagrid said after a little of this. "You've got to come to the realization that yeh a witch. Yeh name's been down in the books since birth. And the term starts in two days. Yeh have to get a move on, otherwise you're going to be behind the rest."

Heaven stood there, and then she understood. "Okay."

Hagrid looked surprised. "Okay?"

"Okay," she repeated. "If this was some prank, or I was asleep, I'd be up by now. But I do have one question."

"What's that?"

"I live in America. Hogwarts is for those in the UK. How would I get there?"

"By apparition o' course!" Hagrid acted like it was obvious.

"But you don't know how to apparate or disapperate, do you?"

"No," he admitted. "But a Ministry official is coming. I asked for help me self."

At that moment, Heaven heard a faint POP, and a thin blond woman appeared, dressed in robes of pale green. "Good evening," she said, adjusting her hat, which had gone askew. "You are Miss Nevaeh, I presume."

"Yes," Heaven said politely.

"Have you given her the letter yet?" she asked Hagrid, who looked surprised.

"Not yet," he muttered and looked around in his coat pockets before pulling out a wrinkled yellow envelope and handed it up to Heaven. Heaven read it twice, once because she couldn't believe it and another to confirm her beliefs. But something was different.

"Mr. Weasley's the Headmaster?" she said with some astonishment.

The woman nodded. "He became the headmaster when the school was reopened twenty years ago. Mrs. Weasley was quite pleased, I must say. Are you packed?" she added and Heaven shook her head. There was another small POP, and the woman disappeared.

"Where'd she go?" Heaven asked Hagrid, who pointed behind her.

Heaven turned and there was the woman in her room, surveying it with interest. "Funny room, this one," she said. "Most kids have posters of Orlando Bloom or something like that."

"I don't really watch much television or go to the movies," Heaven admitted.

"Oh, well," the woman said dismissively. She turned to Heaven's closet and with a flick of her wand, most of Heaven's clothes flew into a neat, folded pile on her bed. A trunk appeared and the clothes flew into it, filling half of the trunk. "Is there anything else you'd like to take dear?" she asked Heaven.

Heaven grabbed a stuffed rabbit she received for Easter and a couple of her favorite books and stuffed them in the trunk. She also grabbed a picture and a photo album. "That's it," she said.

The woman nodded and with another waved of her wand, the trunk disappeared. "Now, we've left a note for your parents telling them that you will see them again for Christmas and not to worry. You should send them an owl when you get to Hogwarts, telling them the same."

Heaven nodded and the woman added, "We should get going now. Hagrid is going to meet us at the Leaky Cauldron so we can get you your money and things for school."

"Can you tell me what else has happened?" Heaven asked.

"When we get you settled," the woman promised. She grabbed Heaven's arm, and without saying a word. Heaven looked at her room for a last glance, before she had the sensation of being squeezed through a tube like toothpaste. When she opened her eyes, she was standing in a dimly lit pub, which she recognized as the Leaky Cauldron.

"Are you okay?" the woman asked and Heaven nodded. The woman looked at the bartender and said. "A single's room, if you please Tom."

The man nodded and handed a key to Heaven that had a large number twelve on it. Heaven thanked him before following the woman through the tables and to the back alley where she tapped the brick and the entrance to Diagon Alley was opened up.

It was unlike anything Heaven had ever seen before. Now she knew why Harry had wanted several pairs of eyes, it was very hard to take everything in at once. There was the pet shop, the place where Harry had gotten his firebolt, the ice cream parlor, and even Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes.

"First, let's get you your money," the woman said in Heaven's ear. Heaven barely heard her because it was so crowded.

After going to Gringotts, they went to Flourish and Blott's, where Heaven got her school books and a few selected ones with permission. Then they got her robes from Madam Malkin's and her potion ingredients. Finally, it was time for her wand.

Down at Ollivander's, there was a customer already there, so she looked around at all of the posters describing the types of wands they sold.

"May I help you dear?"

Heaven jumped and turned around. A older woman was looking down at her with interest.

"Um, yes ma'am. I'm here to buy my wand," Heaven said nervously.

"Good! Good! Come this way child," the woman seemed excited and Heaven followed her, perplexed.

The woman shifted a few boxes on the shelf and took one down and handed it to Heaven. "Try this one, holly and dragon heartstring. Fifteen and a half inches. Whippy."

Heaven waved it, but nothing happened.

"Let's try this one."

They went through what seemed to Heaven to be half the entire store. "Not to worry dear," the old woman said. "It's hard to find the right wand for some people. Let's try this one. 11 2/3", Oak, hair from a Veela, I think."

Heaven held the wand and felt a warmth sweep through her right arm and brought it down with a swish. A shower of gold sparks erupted from the wand and the older woman clapped enthusiastically. "Wonderful! Simply wonderful!"

Heaven paid for her wand and left to find the witch in the green robes waiting for her. "Got your wand?" she asked and Heaven nodded. "Good. Now would you like to buy a pet?"

Heaven thought for a minute. "Yes please," she said politely.

They went to the Magical Menagerie which smelled like a farm Heaven went to once. She looked around for awhile before she decided on a black kitten, which she dubbed Hermione. Smiling slightly, she paid for the kitten and went outside into the warm sun.

When she got unpacked in her room, she met the woman back in the bar room where they chose a quite corner to eat some brunch. Heaven was tired, but she was too excited to go to sleep.

"First off, my name is Pavarti Rose. My mother Pavarti Patel, who you very well had probably read about."

"Yes," Heaven said.

"Well, Harry Potter, did manage to defeat Lord Voldemort and there was great jubilation. But Hogwarts was destroyed."

"Why?" Heaven asked.

"Well, Harry and Voldemort's battle took place at Hogwarts and somehow the castle was destroyed. Hogwarts was no more. For thirty years, the place was a ruin until Lucius Malfoy made a contribution for the rebuilding of the school. It was rebuilt and for twenty years now, Hogwarts has been it's former glory, with Arthur Weasley as the Headmaster.

"Now after the downfall of Lord Voldemort, Harry was free to live his life anyway he wanted. He started going back out with Ginny Weasley and nine years later, he married Ginny in a joint wedding ceremony. The other couple was his best friends, Ronald Weasley and Hermione Granger. Two years later, Ginny gave birth to a baby girl they named Lily, in honor of Harry's mother.

"Most recently, one day short of his sixty eighth birthday, Harry Potter died. He was buried next to his parent's in Godric's Hollow. He died slightly broken hearted. You see, at the age of twenty six, Lily Potter got married to her school sweetheart, who was the son of Neville Longbottom and Luna Lovegood. At twenty eight, she gave birth to a healthy baby girl. Two days later, she died. Harry was heartbroken."

"But why are you telling me this?" Heaven asked.

Pavarti sighed. "You know you are adopted?"

"Yes," Heaven said. "I was adopted at the age of two. My adopted parents later told me that the orphanage said that my mom died giving birth to me and my dad soon died in a car accident."

"That's true," Pavarti said. "But what they didn't know is that your mom is Lily Potter Longbottom. You are the granddaughter of Harry Potter and Ginny Weasley."