I don't know, Gryffindor or Slytherin hun'?

My name is O' Rian Keylee Bricks. I was born into a prominent wizarding family, renowned for their deep roots in all of the magical arts. My grandfather was head of the Wizarding Wizen Gammot for forty-three years; his brother was prime minister for twenty. My Uncle Raef is head of the Aurors' Agency in London; his twin sister is Britain's international ambassador for the Magical Peace and Tranquilities League. And of course, there's my mother, on the board of governors at Hogwarts, her great-great-grandmother a previous headmistress. My father works in the ministry's American sector as chief of staff. My sister has just graduated from the Aurors' Collegiate and is currently studying under an accomplished auror in Japan for a 2-year course.

So, as you can see, I was destined to do great things from pretty much the day of my birth. Or so everyone said. I was very active as a child and book smart, but never really showed any signs of magical gift. This in itself was strange enough; most kids started using accidental magical at least by the age of 6 or 7. I, however, didn't. But my parents stayed hopeful, there was no possible way their daughter could be a squib after all. Then my 11th birthday came around, and a Hogwarts' letter never came…

At that point, there really wasn't any denying it. I was definitely not a witch. By all definitions of the word, I was a muggle. My mother and father couldn't accept it. By being there daughter I had to do great things, by whatever means possible. So they talked to Headmaster Dumbledore, pleaded with him, to let me attend Hogwarts. But there really wasn't a way for me to go there if I was non-magical, it was against the very being of the school, the reason the four founders had created it. However, there was another way.

I won't deny it, I kicked and screamed, cried and begged for my parents not to do it, but 'twas all in vain, they'd made up their minds. I most assuredly would be going to Hogwarts, just not under ordinary, or very pleasurable for that matter, circumstances.

I'll never forget my first day there. I was eleven, terrified beyond belief, and signing my life away to the caretaker. I'd showed up a week before classes began to have time to adjust to my new settings. That first meeting with Mr. Filch definitely takes first slot on my list of 'most horrifying and utterly mind-scarring things I never want to do again'.

He was waiting on the steps when I arrived. He'd pretty much growled and glared at me, all the while muttering cryptic threats of 'thorned chains' and other various torture devices. To this day I'm still amazed that my small heart hadn't given out on me. He'd led me around the school on a completely pointless tour (I say this because the whole time I'd been singly-focused on not turning tail and running) for several hours. He spoke to me of the myriad of duties I'd be expected to complete. Finally he dropped me off at the headmaster's office, tired to the bone and emotionally drained.

And from there, well so to speak, it was history. I met with the headmaster who spoke with me about my unique situation at Hogwarts. I would be allowed to attend select classes for study on magical theory, but there were a few I would not be permitted to participate in. While keeping up with my studies I was also expected to assist the resident caretaker and groundskeeper (that's where Filch and Hagrid come in) with any duties they asked of me within reasonable limit. He explicitly stressed on me that my stay was going to be very hard, and difficult at best for me. I would not be sorted since I was technically not a student, therefore I would be taking various classes with Gryffindors, Hufflepuffs, Ravenclaws, and Slytherins combined. Some of my classmates might shun me, or be less willing to compromise with my situation.

I reassured him several times that I was going into this fully by my own choice and understood the circumstances and what was expected of me. He was very cheery and seemed to think I could do it, even if it was going to be a long seven years. His warnings were more protocol than anything I guess. After that we settled in for tea and biscuits and Professor Dumbledore told me amusing stories of the staff, Filch included.

As I left his office he told me if I ever needed to speak with him for whatever reason, I was always welcome. Outside the gargoyle Professor McGonagall waited to show me my rooms and comfort me a bit more. She was a sharp looking woman, but in a motherly hen sort of way. I liked her from the start. She told me that she'd meet up with me at dinner and introduce the rest of the staff. In the morning she would give me a guided tour before handing me over to Filch.

That gave me a few hours to unpack and inspect my rooms. My "rooms" were comprised of a small suite with one bedroom, a kitchenette, and a tiny bathroom with a bath/shower. There was some meager furniture that looked so rickety the weight of my stare might make it fall apart. It wasn't much, but it was enough. My only regret was that I had no magical means of which to paint or decorate it with besides my own two hands. There was one window in an alcove with tattered curtains and little torch light things on the walls. Oh great, isn't this all just ever so picturesque? Yeah, picturesque my ass. On the plus side the floors and walls were clean, and the tub appeared to be freshly scrubbed.

I got to work unpacking my trunk. I didn't have much, not nearly enough to fill my apartment, but it still took almost all four hours to get all out. I changed the sheets on the twin bed to the comforting green and yellow ones I'd brought from home. I set some quills and parchment on the desk and set up my enchanted crystals up in the window. I'd just finished loading the bookshelves up when I heard a quick rap on my door.

Professor McGonagall took me to the Great Hall where I promptly had my jaw on my feet when I looked at the ceiling. I'd never seen so many stars before. McGonagall chuckled beside me and gave my hand a gentle tug. I reluctantly tore my gaze away and turned back to McGonagall. I gulped at the sight of the head table. All the teachers sat quietly talking to each other, and suddenly I felt really tiny. What was I doing? I didn't belong here. Those adults don't want to talk some 11 year Old! They would have to deal with enough of them when the term started next week.

My feet felt as if they had 50 1b. Weights attached to them. Each step was becoming increasingly more difficult. I bit my lip. Professor McGonagall drew closer. I pressed my nails into the soft flesh of my palm. Six steps to go. My nails dug deeper. Four steps. My lip was starting to hurt. Two. My fingernails broke the skin. One. We were there. It took them a moment to realize we were there. The headmaster turned towards me with a warm smile.

I nervously smiled back, clutching my hands behind me. The headmaster turned back towards the table saying, "Well, where are your manners? Please introduce yourselves to Ms. Bricks. I'm sure she'd love to know who all you tall scary strangers are." He winked at me.

My stomach slightly unknotted. Professor Flitwick was the first to say his name and what he taught, soon the others followed. I lost track of the names somewhere after Madame Hooch and just let their names glide over my head. I did manage to more or less remember who taught what though, even if I didn't know their names.

Dinner was a slightly awkward affair but not nearly as bad as would be expected. Everyone one was more or less friendly, except for Professor Snape, who's only comment to me the entire evening (besides his reluctant introduction) was an annoyed glare and a muttered "I hate children." Which I suppose is pretty ironic since that's whom he's been dealing with for the majority of his adult years.

Afterwards I was allowed to wander about some so that I could get to know my way around. A guided tour would have been more helpful, but I did not wish to have a repeat experience of that morning's trauma with Filch. The guy was creepy and his obsessive attachment to his cat was bizarre. Half the time it seemed he was talking more to her than me. Maybe the mean thing was his only friend, which sadly enough, seemed likely. I tried to feel vaguely sorry for the man, but in the end he was just too terrifyingly himself. If that makes sense, which I'm sure it wouldn't unless you'd met him before.

Out of some miraculous assistance from God I managed to find my way back to my room that night. After getting lost somewhere in the upper levels of the castle I somehow found myself in the dank, poorly lit, passages of the dungeons. Out luck or misfortune, I haven't decided which yet, I stumbled upon Professor Snape, who's only response was a short tirade of being in prohibited zones after hours.

I had no idea what he'd been rattling on about, the only thought occupying my head was how I exactly was going to get back to my rooms. Eventually Snape quit talking and dragged me by the arm to a staircase before shoving me up them and snapping at me "to get back to my dorms immediately!" Which I would have gladly done before, if I'd known how. Did he honestly think I wanted to be lurking around the creepiness-infested dungeons of Hogwarts, with him of all people? Ha, think not.

But he did help me find my rooms even if it was indirectly. I followed the staircase for awhile and ended back up in the main foyer which wasn't too far from my corridors.

As I pulled my hair down and changed into my pajamas, one thought bubbled in my brain. "This is going to be a looong year," I told my hairbrush before slipping into my covers. Sleep was soon to come and I fell into that blissful world where caretakers and potions master didn't exist, and I was just as magical as the next Dick or Jane…

Author's Note: Okay you guys, even I realize this was a slow start, but believe me I've got soooo many ideas for this story you have no idea! I think I've got a fairly original brainchild here, at least I don't think anyone's written anything like it before. The idea just sort of came to me one day while I was walking home from school and well this is what was born. The first half was written a few months ago and the second half today. Tell me what you guys think. Reviews are really the heart of a fanfiction writer you know. Okay, love yas. Ta for now.