Title: Maggie Potter: The girl that wasn't seen.

Author: MarigoldMonarch

Summary: Growing up with a slightly crazy old woman was easy, attempting to become a powerful and recognized witch while being the older twin to a boy who defeated the dark lord at the age of one, not so easy.

Author's Note: I'd like to thank my two reviewers, chinaglaze and The VII Duchess. You two really wanted to help out and you did, so I thank you looking at my story and giving it a chance.

Chapter Title: When Attics Contain Magical Fireplaces

Maggie P.O.V.

I stared down at the bowl of cereal in distaste, the mushy cheerios fell apart in the milk. I got out of my chair and picked up my bowl. "Don't think I didn't notice your full plate last night Maggie." Aunt Mildie looked up from her paper, gravity had pushed her glasses down to the very end of her nose. She pushed them up with her index finger. "You have to eat." She said it as if it were so easy. It wasn't.

"I wasn't hungry." I try to justify my actions. I didn't feel a shred of hunger, it worried me. I tugged at the hair band around my wrist.

"You can't let what those awful kids did to you get into your head. I might be crazier than your average aunt, but I taught you to respect yourself. Don't let those kids tell you that you're not special, because you are." She then calmly lifted up the newspaper and continued to read as if nothing had just happened.
I placed my bowl back on the table and sat down again. I lifted the spoon and dipped it into the mixture of milk and cheerios. I glanced at Aunt Mildie as I lifted the spoon into my mouth.

It didn't fulfill my appetite as it should have. I did it for Aunt Mildie though, no matter how disgusting the cheerios felt in my mouth.

Peck. I paused in my eating, something had tapped on the window. Maybe it was my imagination? I craned my head towards the curtain covered window. Peck. Yep, it was not my mind playing tricks on me. I got up from the table and walked over to the window. I pulled back the curtains. There, right behind the glass, was a barn owl. It was perched on the stone ledge, next to the dead plants that had been out there for who knows how long.

It was shocking to see the owl so early in the morning, they are nocturnal creatures, I was something wrapped around it's leg. It took me a second, but I opened up the latch and pulled up the window. The owl hooted in delight and flew inside the house.
"Why is there an owl in my house, Maggie."Aunt Mildie had chosen this moment to look up from her paper. She didn't sound angry.
"There's a letter on it's leg."I motioned to the letter that was kept on by a maroon colored ribbon. She nodded and her eyes zoomed in on the letter. I untied the ribbon from it's held out leg and grabbed the letter. There was an emblem of four animals on the letter, a lion, a snake, a badger and an eagle. I opened it, and out came two pieces of paper- no parchment.

HOGWARTS SCHOOL
of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY
Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock,
Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)
Dear Miss Potter,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later than July 31.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress

It all made sense in a way. The accidents that had happened over the years. Things have happened around me, strange things. That didn't make it even less silly sounding. Who in the world was Miss Potter? My name is Maggie Smith.

I grasped the second paper and turned it around to look at it.

HOGWARTS SCHOOL
of WHICHCRAFT and WIZARDRY
UNIFORM
First-year students will require:
sets of plain work robes (black)
plain pointed hat (black) for day wear
pair of protective gloves (dragon hide or similar)
winter cloak (black, with silver fastenings)
Please note that all pupil's clothes should carry name tags.

COURSE BOOKS

All students should have a copy of each of the following:
The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 1)
by Miranda Goshawk
A History of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot
Magical Theory by Adalbert Waffling
A Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration by Emeric Switch
One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi
by Phyllida Spore
Magical Drafts and Potions by Arsenius Jigger
Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them
by Newt Scamander
The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection
by Quentin Trimble
OTHER EQUIPMENT
1 wand
1 cauldron (pewter, standard size 2)
1 set glass or crystal phials
1 telescope
1 set brass scales
Students may also bring and owl OR a cat OR a toad.
PARENTS ARE REMINDED THAT FIRST YEARS ARE NOT ALLOWED THEIR OWN BROOMSTICKS

"Aunt Mildie I think you need to take a look at this." Aunt Mildie pushed her glasses up once more and got up. She leaned over my shoulder and took the letters.

"I guess we're going to England." She smiled at her own statement. Why was she so happy?

"How are you so calm?" I questioned, this should be a shock. It was a shock for me.

"My great-grandmother was a squib." She looked at my confused expression. "A squib is someone whose parents are magical and they are not. She told me about all of her adventures."

I frowned, did that mean she knew? She knew about me being a witch. "Did you Aunt Mildie?" I blurted our without thinking. "Did you know?"

"I had my suspicions. It could have easily been another child performing all those accidents." She assured me. On one hand I was excited to be a witch, and on the other, I was upset at the thought of her keeping something so crucial from me.

"So how exactly are we going to do that?" I asked Aunt Mildie. Plane tickets were expensive, especially to someplace like London. I lived in Georgia, I should know.

"Do you know how old this building is?" Aunt Mildie started to explain, "It's been around since eighteen-seventy three. My grandmother's grandparents bought this house just after they were married. Many things were installed for the average wizard life." She pointed up to the ceiling, where the attic lay up above. "All up there, no one that wasn't a wizard or a witch could get up there. My great-grandmother told me how she would always try to sneak in after her parents had went to bed. I won't be able to get up there, but you can."

-Third Person-

Maggie pulled herself up into the attic, Aunt Mildie lifted up the half full duffel bag into the room and Maggie gripped the bag and with a big tug she got it up there with her. This 'room ' was bigger than the apartment itself. Maggie looked at the table to the right of her. It was covered in books, but one thing stood out in particular. A long wooden wand. It was a dark brown color and Maggie reached for it. It tingled in her hands. She gripped it and put it in her jacket. It could come in handy. A small chest was also on the table. It was open, in it was quite a few golden coin-like objects. She took the whole box.

Apparently there was a fireplace in the house. Maggie stared at it. A small pot sat beside it, untouched for at least ninety years. Aunt Mildie told her about the floo. Her memory was sharper than ever about all the wizarding stuff, apparently it was too interesting to forget.

One of the more famous shopping alleys, Diagon Alley, was the place she needed to go. She had finished packing her bags with all the items she considered necessary. One of the books, "The Ways Of A True Wizard Or Witch", she would have to read it to fit in with all of the actual witches and wizards. She picked up a handful of the green sand and said loud and clear, "Diagon Alley!"

So I am a bit worried about this chapter. Second chapters are never my best. This chapter is short compared to my other one, but I try to always get it above one thousand words.