Author's Note: I'm trying to make my chapters a little longer, because I noticed that they were relatively short. For the last chapter, I was going to put in a school scene, but I realized it was summer so, obviously, there is no school. Once again, I do not own Harry Potter at all.

Chapter Two: Not the Same Old, Same Old

"WAKE UP!" yelled Christy from downstairs. Cordelia groaned. This was probably one of those days in which Christy was feeling incredibly lazy and probably would watch TV all day. Her clock told her she slept in, and her mom had left for work, leaving her dad to make breakfast and watch over Christy.

Cordelia did her morning routine and didn't particularly find anything different, other than an odd feeling in her blood that made her feel slightly exhilarated. She shrugged it off, thinking it was because of the bright sun that peeked through her windows. Walking downstairs, she helped herself to the eggs and pancakes on the table, suddenly realizing that she would have an extra day of breakfast duty for sleeping in. Sometimes life wasn't fair.

Her father took in Cordelia's slightly dreamy expression with confusion. Maybe she'd been reading too many fantasy books before she went to sleep and 'Lia was still in her dreamland. "'Lia? Wake up! What's with you today? Have you been reading before bed again? Or did you sneak an icecream sandwich yesterday or something?"

Cordelia shrugged. It's not like she knew anyways, but if she didn't say anything, they would think she pulled some prank or something. "It's a nice day today, that's all."

Her father nodded, "Well, since it's so nice you and Christy can tend the garden after you eat, it's looking a little dry."

He usually tended the garden, but there wasn't much to work on today, so he decided the girls would enjoy the day outside. He hoped they wouldn't destroy any of the plants though.

Seeing Cordelias excitement at the task he added, "But you still have your regular chores to do, you know that right?" She nodded. She would usually do them anyways, as she didn't like her room messy, nor did she like piles of laundry on her bed.

"Well, I'll be taking a little trip to the post. My new bike parts should be coming in today. I should be back by twelve at the latest. No causing trouble now," Michael waved, heading out the door, leaving the two girls in each other's presence.

"Let's do the garden, 'Lia! Can we sprinkle confetti to make it look nice?" Christy asked before running upstairs to get her paper bag of confetti. Cordelia had the urge to roll her eyes. Why did her dad have to trust her enough to leave her with the garden and Christy?

Cordelia cleaned up breakfast as usual, but she couldn't help but feel incredibly lucky that she could finally go outside. Maybe a nice tan would make her feel better. Heading to the garden, she noticed how nice and quaint it looked. It was hard to convince Christy that confetti would not help the plants, and it was even harder to convince her that rainbow sprinkles would help even less. By the time they were finished with the garden, bothe girls were eager to go inside for a drink of cool, refreshing water.

At about one o'clock, Christy came wandering down the stairs, complaining she was hungry. Cordelia fixed up some lunch meat sandwiches for both of them, and they sat in a comfortable silence, Cordelia doing the Crossword puzzle, and Christy reading the comics page.

At twelve-thirty, their father came back fromhe post office and helped himself to some leftover sandwiches, congratualating them for such great work with the garden. Christy beamed unted his praise and Cordelia smiled gratefully. Upstairs, Cordelia wasn't feeling any better, in fact she was feeling much worse. Her body kept sending shivers up her spine, like it was trying to tell her brain something important. At four, they became so intense, she could hardly stop herself form giggling every two minutes, or screaming at the top of her lungs.

Then, with one huge impulse wave, she gasped loudly then everything just stopped. No more giggling, no more spasms, no more screaming. Nothing.

Knock knock.

Christina groaned. It was probably a neighbor trying to sell some unimportant product that they didn't need. She decided it wouldn't be worth it to pen the door, but since no one answered the door yet, she sighed and went downstairs, cursing at her incompetent family members that she loved very much.

Opening the doors, she screamed.

A giant man was standing in the doorway. He had a wild, shaggy beard that covered most of his face, but his eyes were like black glittering beetles. He was wearing a long trench coat that went up to his knees and she could swear something was moving in there.

Suddenly, a spasm in her stomach made her clutch her stomach in pain.

"'Lia? Are you all right?" yelled her father from the top of the stairs. His eyes widened when he spotted the giant. "W-what are you? Get out of my house!"

Cordelia stood frozen at the doorway, not believing what she saw.

"Jeesh, I'm talking on the phone here! Can you guys BE QUIET?" Christy yelled. She gasped as she saw the huge man blocking the doorway, murmuring a few words before hanging up the phone.

"What do you want?" asked her father asked fearfully, pushing the still shocked Cordelia behind him. She stumbled back, holding her sister tightly, who had rushed into her arms after hanging up the phone.

"I'm-eh lookin' for eh Cordelia Mason?" the giant said squinting at a letter in his hand. He had a rather strong English accent. "I'm Rubeus Hagrid, keeper of keys at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft an' Wizardry."

"Uhh, that would be me…" Cordelia said, bravely stepping forward, then stepping back because of the smell he omitted. "Wait, did you say witchcraft and wizardry? Are you some telemarketer?"

" Uh, maybe. But yer a witch. Have yeh ever done something odd when yeh got mad?" he asked, but it was obvious he had no idea what a telemarketer was. Cordelia thought, then shook her head no.

"Well, er, have yeh ev'a made something change abnormally?" Another negative headshake.

"Ev'a gotten out of danger oddly?" the answer was, once again, no. Her father and Christy looked mildly suspicious and they glanced at the clock. Her mother would be home any minute now.

Hagrid looked stumped. He got a piece of paper out that had neat squiggly words on them and began to read the letter.

Hagrid,

Don't go with your normal routine when you pick up Cordelia. She has very strong bonds on her magic, which negates all accidental magic. Don't forget she will be staying with the Dursley's until the start of the school year, so she needs to get most of her posessions.

Good luck,

Headmaster Dumbledore

Whoops, Hagid thought, I guess I shoulda read the letter first.

"Okay enough chit-chat, leht's get outta here!" Hagrid roared excitedly.

"Wait, no way! MY daughter can't be a witch! That a bunch of bull! She's perfectly normal! I suggest you leave before I call the cops!" Her father said, determined, he did not seem offended at all, which was quite comforting. Christy tightened her hold on her sister.

"Er, well. It's in here genes?" Hagrid mumbled, not seeming quite sure himself.

"Will someone please explain to me why there is a giant man standing in my doorway?" a stern voice asked from behind Hagrid.

"Mom! There's a weird man here who says I'm a witch!" Cordelia exclaimed, realizing the absurdity of the situation.

"What? They don't exsist! Impossible!" her mother protested, "get out of my house!"

Hagrid stepped in at the moment, flourishing a large, pink umbrella to the family's confusion. With a flick, the wall turned bright blue, much to their suprise.

"It does exsist! So I would be able to do that too?" asked Cordelia excitedly. She was a real witch!

"So you're taking my daughter where? To learn how to brandish umbrellas and create havoc?" her mother snapped, "absolutely not!"

"Moooom!" protested Cordelia, "it's just going to a different school, that's all. I'll still be able to stay here right?"

"Er- actually, no. Yeh see, Hogwarts is a boarding school," Hagrid stammered, "sorry."

"My baby is not staying somewhere else!" exclaimed her father, "there is no way she is going to this school!"

"Yeah, can't I do a stay at home study or something? I don't wanna go to a boarding school!" Cordelia whinned.

"I'm still against the idea that she learns this magic at all! It's proposterous!" her mother said loudly.

"Sorry the end yer quarrelen' but we're in eh rush right now. Go get yer stuff Cornelia, yer staying somewhere else fer the summer." Hagrid said impatiently, flicking his umbrella at her. She immediately began walking up the stairs, much to her displeasure.

"What?" her mother screeched, "you can't just order my daughter to get her stuff and go! And you can't keep her from staying here over the summer! And put that umbrella away!"

"Yeah!" exclaimed Christy, "she's my sister, and she can't be away from me!"

"Now, now. She'll be back next year, and yeh can send her letters. Now let's get goin'" Hagrid muttered, trying to drag Cordelia from her family, who was hugging her tightly and refusing to let her go.

"Absolutely NOT!" roared her father, "you can't expect us to just let you go off with our daughter, whether you're from that blasted school or not!"

Cordelia internally agreed. She wouldn't mind not being able to go to a close school, but she deparately wanted to spend the most time with her family, if she was forced to go to a boarding school. It wasn't fair!

"I'm sorry, I have teh do this, but it's teh only way..." with that, Hagrid brought down his pink umbrella again, and sent out three beams of light on her family, to Cordelia's horror, and they crumpled to the ground. She whirrled around and glared angrily at Hagrid.

"What'd you do to them? Bring them back!" she shouted angrily, stomping her foot, "I don't want to leave!"

He shrugged and said, "touch this," and held out a small piece of paper. When Cordelia touched it, there was a great flash of light, and she felt very different from before, like something that was missing had come back to her. She felt freer than before, but she felt there was something missing. However she still glared at Hagrid, who dragged her out of the house with her packed posessions while she was still dazed.

"Surrey, please," ordered Hagrid, to a waiting taxi, whose driver seemed like he was going to barf because of Hagrid's smell.

When they finally arrived in Surrey, it was starting to get dark, and she was still furious at Hagrid for forcefully dragging her from her family without a proper good bye. She was worried about how they would react when they found she was missing.

"Oh, yeh, yer real name is Cordelia Vixen, I fergot to mention that," Hagrid said, "we're off ta one more errand then we'll get yer school supplies."

She hoped this errand didn't include forcibly taking another child from their families, and gave an angry nod of acknowlegement.

Author's Note: See, I told you it would be longer! It was really hard to do Hagrid's accent though, so I didn't make him talk much. I bet you know what the "errand' is though, right? and REVIEW!

Sorry it took longer than expected. I couldn't get on the computer at all. The next chapter should be coming up tomorrow though!