Chapter Two: Arrival

We arrived in London Heathrow Airport and walked toward the entrance. I noticed we were walking toward a group of grungy looking people. One man was very old, he must have been at least a hundred years old. One woman looked as though she were only a decade or two behind the old man.

"Good evening Terra, I see you made it here in one piece," the man said. "Hello there," he said to me.

"She's a bit grumpy, don't mind her. Krystle, this is Albus Dumbledore and Minerva McGonagall. They were my professors when I went to school." She smiled at the two old people.

"That's great, it really is. But I honestly don't care," I said frowning.

I looked out the window and watched the clouds begin to form over London.

"Well, we best get going, it seems the weather isn't going to hold up forever." Albus said escorting us out of the building.

I had been in a car countless times, but what made this car different is I had never even seen one like it. It's trunk was enormous, I swear it, and all of our suitcases fit into it. It was all too weird.

We arrived at an old cottage that I would have guessed belonged to the old people, who could seriously be a couple.

I walked in and dropped my stuff in a room that they gave to me.

"Now, Krystle, you'll be departing to Hogwarts immediately. You can get aquatinted with the surroundings and catch up before the other students arrive." The old man said smiling. I smiled back at him.

"Thanks." I said and turned to walk away.

I had no idea what I was in for. I got to the dreaded school that looked at though it was once a fairy tale castle for the villains. It was so old, unlike my former school.

I walked up to Albus's office as I had been instructed. It was a long walk, so many flights of stairs to go up. This school was going to kill me and I knew it.

Once up in the stuffy room, with paintings that stared down at you as you walked and whispered to other paintings that I was the new girl. It freaked me out to say the least.

Albus smiled at me and put a very old hat on my head. "This hat will tell what house you're supposed to be in. I'm sure your old school had some way to sort the students up."

"Yea, but it was based on skill, not on their mind," I sulked.

It is very clear as to what house you belong in, my dear, a voice whispered in my ear.

"What are you talking about?" I asked.

Not many students who come here are descendants from those who were once great. Only one other has truly belonged to a certain house, only one was placed where he belonged. The hat rambled on.

"Gryffindor!" The hat shouted.

"Very well, I shall lead you to your new dormitories. Might I ask what year you were in at your old school?" Albus asked gently.

"I would be in my last year." I responded as pleasantly as possible.

"Thank you, now I know where we will expect you to house."

As we walked up several more flights of stairs, little or no talking passed between us. We arrived in front of a portrait of a rather large lady who was singing. She wasn't the best singer, but she wasn't a horrible singer either.

"Dear lady, won't you let us in?" Albus asked smiling at the woman.

The woman smiled at Albus and her frame swung open. We walked inside to room, scarlet and gold ribbons were everywhere, it was almost annoying. He told me that my new dormitory was at the very top of the stairs. I looked at him with confusion, why wasn't he going to show me? I continued on by myself anyway. I cursed every stair I had to walk up, every single stair.

At the top of the stairs there was a door. On the door was a sign that read "7th year girls." I opened the door and saw labels above every bed except one. That was the bed I claimed. It was right by a window that looked out to a lake. I smiled. There was a small chance I'd be able to adjust to this place.

After settling in, I walked back down. There was a stack of books that looked more like mountains and covered the floor. I had a month to catch up to the rest of the students that are in my year. This wasn't going to be easy.

Day Five: I had managed to complete the first year's worth of books. I understood the spells and everything, but I didn't have a wand. As it turned out, I didn't need one. Because I was able to use my inner magic to bend elements to my will, I was able to cast the spells with my mind. This was becoming fun for me.

Day Ten: The second year of my learning wasn't difficult. It was boring to say the least, but I managed to get through it. I still had twenty days left to complete four more years. What a drag!

Day Fifteen: Finally I had finished year three! I understood about potions and what not. There wasn't much to learn, and it wasn't as difficult as my other school. These kids seemed to have it easy!! I'm sure they though it was difficult! They should seriously try connecting with fire... that's a nightmare.

Day Twenty: Fourth year is complete. Who in their right mind would want to learn any of this stuff is beyond me. I hoped that I wouldn't have to actually perform this stuff. It's boring and I have no motivation to learn any of this.

Day Twenty-five: I have finished the fifth year. Ugh, I wanted to give it all up and cast the books into the fire. But why do that when I can convince the fire to come to the books. That actually doesn't sound like a bad idea.

Day Thirty: I have finally finished everything! At times I thought I would kill myself, and I came close to burning every book that was laid out on the floor, and that was a lot. I'd have ended up burning down this wretched place!