you have read stories about muggleborns going to hogwarts and/or other schools, but have you read a story of a muggleborn rejecting magic beacuse thay have a dream already. well this is a story about that she eventually goes to hogwarts but not untill her fith year. it also follows the golden trio but not how you think.

this is the first story i publish on this website/app ive only done one-shots as of a few days ago hope you enjoy

Vivian was dumbfounded, her life has always ever revolved around ballet; no amount of teasing by the boys at her school can even compare to her bottomless desire to fly through the air or the satisfaction of completing a choreographed dance. She has been in love with ballet all her life, wich isn't very long considering she's only eleven. She first expressed her desire to her mother when she was three after waching sleeping beauty. The people on that stage were strong beautiful actors that have spent hours to make the dance seem as effortless as a swan in water. She was hooked. She wanted to be one of those people.

Her world turned on its axis as a plump stout woman in a floral print told her family magic was real. The whole idea that a secret society of magical creatures and people flew over her eleven year old head as she watch a small tea set apeard out of this air. Convincing her parents of it was surprisingly simple for the witch; Vivian's parents were the type of people to go with the flow (progressive if you will) they weren't againts her being trans or her love of all things girly, slightly surprised but supportive of their little girl and accepted her new name.

So as she looked at the yellowish letter in her hand addressed to DANIEL PEIRCE , her heart thundered. Looking at her parents as they looked at her something she couldnt quite decipher in their eyes. With a shaky voice she askes the question screaming in her mind.

" D-do I have to quit the Academy?" Her eyes swell with tears at the thought of quiting her dream of being a ballet dancer.

The witch, Professor Sprout, wrinkles her brow at the question, watching as the girl gets comforted by her parents. In responce to her confusion they show her a picture book full of the girl in form-fitting clothes with similarly dressed girls.

"Vivy here has always dreamed of being a ballerina and if she were to go to your school she would have to give up her dream." The father, Geoffrey Peirce, said as he rubed Vivian's back in soothing strokes.

" She has been taking classes since she was three, we have suported her the entire journey and has only just been accepted to the top school for ballet in london. The audition process is extremely difficult and stessful. So she is obviously excited to go. This complicates things for us." Her mother, Serena Peirce, says running a hand through her hair.

"Well usually I would then tell you the option for not going to hogwarts, it would consist of erasing the memories of this meeting and binding your magic so you cant use it, but I'm worried that perhaps Vivian has been useing her magic to enhance her body subconsciously of course." Professor Sprout says.

"What does that mean?" Geoffrey asked, Vivian looks at the professor not liking the overall tone of her statement, dread pitting in her stomach .

"It means that if Vivian has her magic bound it could affect her physically, lose her chordination, making it hard to dace." She then proceeds think for several minutes. "I have a suggestion but I'll have to speak to the headmaster first before I can tell you whether or not it can happen."

Its as if the wind was sucked out of her lungs and no matter how hard she tried a ball in her throat stubbornly supress her ability to take a breath. Slowly she prossesses the Professor's words. Taking in a glorious gasp for air she realizes that no matter what she chooses, her dream of being a ballerina is the only cost magic has given her. Either she goes to hogwarts and stops dancing for seven years or she becomes incapable of moving the way she wants to.

Crying into her mothers breast is all she can do.

Professor Sprout leaves fifteen minutes later reasureing the family she will come back the next day to talk about their options and if an alternitive option can me offered. That night sleep evades Vivian as she lays between her parents. Being unable to dance is not an option for her. Never will be.