Disclaimer: I own nothing. Nothing at all. JK does. I have permission from MssrsMoonyandPadfoot to use the Rebecca Holmes character though, who originally wrote her in their fan fictions.

Prologue

On average, there are about 40 new students admitted to Hogwarts each year. They are all separated into different houses, make friends and shape their lives and personalities there. A few students eventually make huge names for themselves, for good or bad reasons, depending on the situation. A perfect example of this would be people like Lily and James Potter, and Sirius Black. The Potters are famously known for the murderous attacks on them by Lord Voldemort, and of course their son, Harry Potter, and Sirius is known for murdering 13 people with a single curse.

No one though, knows about those secondary characters. Sure, everyone is familiar with Peter Pettigrew, dying at the hands of Sirius Black, and Remus Lupin, one of Hogwarts best Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts. The five of them are known by most, but what about those that indirectly affected things? That were there for everything that happened, but noticed by nobody?

That would be me. Rebecca Holmes. I met the infamous Marauders during my first year and wow, my life wouldn't of been the same with out them. Well, mainly one Marauder in particular was the reason for that, but we just won't get into that yet. First, I'll tell you about me, and my story, the one you never heard. And the real truth about the Marauders. None of this nonsense I hear from people, about ludicrous things such as the Marauders being dimwitted morons or Lily in love with James since the moment they met. No, it was a much different story, and I'm here to tell you my story, my memories, and my mistakes.

Chapter 1

The Letter With Green Writing

Growing up, I thought I was a normal kid. One who would go to grade school, and move onto junior high, and go to high school, with the same people and friends and nothing would ever change. Well, soon I would find out I was terribly wrong with one, simple letter.

When the mail came that day, the letter was hidden between a bill from the dentist and some insurance company. I was just about to hand the stack to my mum, thinking the mail today consisted of just bills when a small envelope slipped out and fell at my feet. The address is probably what grabbed my attention the most. It was written in delicate, emerald green and addressed to me in the most unusual and precise manner.

Ms. R. Holmes
The Second Bedroom on the right
194 Lancaster Lane
Fenland
Cambridgeshire

After reading the second line of my letter, I glanced to my bedroom door instinctively, wondering how on earth they knew where I slept. I searched the letter for a return address, but the closest thing I got was the crest on the back of the letter. I didn't recognize it from anywhere, and all facts had me throwing this mysterious, and slightly creepy letter out, but curiosity had me open that letter and that small decision changed everything for me.

At first I thought it was a joke letter. I mean, me, a witch? The thought of it was ludicrous. Having just turned 11 a couple months a go, a witch to me was still the creepy old, green lady with the crooked nose and warts. I couldn't possibly be one of them. It was impossible. And that there was a school to teach this 'magic'? I was ready to throw the letter out.

That's when my eyes caught the sight of another sheet of paper that came in the envelope. Wondering what other twisted thing this 'school' would have to say, I pulled it out and began to read it, a small stack of letters in my hand.

What I read though was not what I was expecting. This one letter completely changed my thought process. It's hard to explain, really, what was going on through my mind when I read the second letter, which gave me a crash course about the wizarding world, but it all just seemed to click, like it was made to make sense to me.

My mum, was another story though. She was still very skeptical about believing all of this. Part of me thought she didn't want to think about this. But it all made sense…all the weird things that happened around me growing up, like turning my sister's brown hair into a mess of orange hair one day, or how my mum's tires mysteriously were out of air when she was about to take me to the orthodontist one afternoon. It all just seemed to…feel right. My mother was less than convinced by all of this. So, she did what she felt any good parent should do, take the letter, rip it in half, and throw it away.

As soon as the letter landed in the rubbish bin, I thought that was it, that me being a witch would never go anywhere past here. Again though, I was proved wrong. The next day, I found in the mail, not one, but three letters from the school. I showed them to my mum, and she sighed and went to throw them away. Just as she was about to drop them in the bin, something weird happened. The letters seemed to…stick to my mum's hand, not letting her throw them away. She tried to shake them off a good couple of times, but nothing was working, they just wouldn't move. She then took her other hand, and was ready to force the letters off her fingers, when the came off, like nothing was wrong. Both my mum and I looked at the letters with wide eyes, slightly frightened. She took the letters over to the kitchen table and set them down, with out no problem. The two of us just stayed silent for a minute, looking at the letters.

After that, my mum's opinion of the whole concept of magic thing changed, and we sent a reply back, saying I would be attending Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I think my mum was still in mild shock that I was a witch, and was a bit weirded out by that, but she didn't say anything. I probably got the most criticism from my sisters though, who went into habit of calling me Freak, instead of Rebecca. I tried my best to have it not affect me like it did, but it just…hurt. I figured from my sisters' reactions that I shouldn't tell anyone else about my 'gifts'. As far as everyone else was concerned, I was attending London Academy for Boys and Girls on scholarship. Most of my friends saw me as a traitor, and few decided to speak to me after I told them about going to London Academy, but I tried to convince myself that all of this was for the best, and that going to Hogwarts would make everything better.

Going onto that platform that first day was one of the most nerve-racking experiences of my day. I came dressed in my 'muggle' clothes, as the letter asked for. I still had no idea what muggle meant, so I came in what I would normally wear, with my wizarding robes and school uniform stuffed in my trunk. My mom came with me to Kings Cross Train Station, but we had to say our goodbyes at the barrier, considering my mom couldn't go in herself. So, anxiously, and with out my mum, who has always been there for me, I walked through the barrier, unaware of what lied ahead for me.