Chapter Two: Who, me? Why, I'm not a witch at all.
Disclaimer: Oh Joy! Is it really the time again when I get to make myself seem stupid by saying that most of what's in this story isn't mine! Well here it is: I don't own Harry Potter or anything affiliated with him, except, of course, if I do.
Description: It would make total sense for us to see through Harry eyes but, this story is a little, only a little, different than that one. No, this story is about a girl, his age, and how she feels about what's happening around her. Though Harry is a very large part of this story, that's not who were focusing on. To the contrary were focusing on a girl who has more in common with him than either of them will ever know.
Quote of the day: "You can't have characters say how they feel! That makes me feel ANGRY!--The Robot Devil from Futurama
"No. No, this is not actually happening."
Hermione had done it. She had said what her sister and parents were thinking, although they were starting to believe.
"I'm sorry, but this doesn't make any sense at all. I-I just refuse to accept this" uttered the extremely distraught brunette.
"Hermione!" shouted her sister, but it was entirely too late; the girl had raced to her room in order think, causing Sophie to chase after her.
"Girls-!" said their mother but she was interrupted
"Please give her some time; it is a tough idea to grasp." Commanded the professor, both parents nodded, complied, and began a conversation concerning the school, Sophia, however, was long gone.
Meanwhile in Hermione's room:
"Sis, please listen to me." Sophia pleaded
"No!" answered the elder twin, "things are fine the way they are!"
"Arg! Stop being such a cynic!"
"Stop being such an optimist!"
"You're being Childish!"
"I'm being Childish? You're the one who is actually considering this-this school!"
"Hermione!"
"Go Away!"
" See! Why not try to see if this school might be worth looking into?"
"No, now stop being so gullible!"
This went on for quite a while. They said every mean thing either of them could think of until there were no more, and they had an audience, their parents and Professor McGonagall, who were still in the dinning room, heard some of their shouting match, much to the Granger's embarrassment. This continued until they both realized that this was going nowhere.
Sophie sighed, "Hermy… can't we just talk about this first?" Begged the blue-eyed girl.
"I suppose we could look into it." The girl answered unbelievingly "Sophie, really? Magic? That defies everything we know about… everything!"
"I know, I know, I know! But, come on, think about it,doesn't it sound at least a little cool?I mean, just think of the possibilities!" The younger twin suggested brightly.
"If we are magic, then wouldn't that imply that-that we're witches?" said Hermione skeptically.
"I guess, but even if we are that means we could cast spells and make potions!" Was Sophia's enthusiastic reply.
"That sorta, kinda, maybe sounds fun." Hermione answered hesitantly.
"And what about brooms? We'll need brooms to fly on!"
"Even in the context of this conversation, that is patently ridiculous. Although…"
"That's the spirit!" Sophie said cheerfully, "Plus just think about all the different things we would be taught. Like 'how to cast spells' an-"
"And we might learn about the different types of mystical animals, or there might be an entirely different point of view on history we don't know anything about!" said the now intrigued brunette.
Eventually both girls saw eye to eye and decided to give Hogwarts a chance, thus chose returned to the dinning room, where all three adults were having tea. After a small, yet awkward, pause the twins decided to voice their newly formed opinions about the school for which they were given a chance to attend. However, before they could, McGonagall spoke up.
"I see you've come to a compromise. Am I right?"
"Yes, Ma'am." said both children in unison
"Good," Mrs. Granger said with renewed hope "now we can have a better conversation on the subject of Hog-."
"Excuse me, Mom, but, can we ask Professor McGonagall a favor?" requested Hermione
"Uh, yes why certainly dear." Sighed the woman, "Why not?"
"Optimal, yes?" whispered Sophie to her sister.
"Now what is it you two need from me?" The teacher inquired.
"Proof." The brunette twin stated simply.
"Excuse me?"
"You know. The kind that proves things" Sophia clarified, wryly, "Show us proof of magic and we will happily go to your school. It's called 'Hogwarts', isn't it?"
"Yes, Miss. Granger it is; "Answered the Professor" and I will gladly show you and example of magic, these sorts of things usually happen you know."
"Thank you Ma'am"
"Your welcome; now will turn this cup into an owl."
"An owl?" Hermione questioned, just as McGonagall took out her wand, pointed it and uttered something in Latin, thus turning said cup into a tawny owl and making all for Grangers gasp.
"Yes, an owl. I chose to change the cup into that because they are used for postage in the Wizarding World and I thought I could give the owl to you. You will need it."
"Will not! Then again..." Sophie began soberly. Continuing, she added, "Thank you so much! I've always wanted a pet!" then she turned to her parents, "Oh, Please can I keep him? Pretty please?"
Her father caved, "I suppose so…" seeing the look on his wife's face he continued "but you'll take car of him not us."
"Yes, Sir! And thank you again Professor"
"Well, I must go now; I will come back in a month to make sure this is what you want," McGonagall stated, then gave the two dentists a piece of paper, their daughters a book and made a cage appear out of thin air, "On this paper is exactly when I will return, the cage is for the bird and the book is called 'Hogwarts: A History'; I look forward to seeing you again." And with that she left, which made the family wonder if it was all a just dream, until they remember the new pet and book, that is.
A/N: So…What did you think? Sorry if it's horrific; I'm not that good at writing, dialogue or not, but my brother says I'm better than he is but I don't think so. Post Script (PS, to people who use acronyms): I would gladly accept reviews, good or bad, but only if you want to. And also if you don't want to. Please.
End Quote: "You don't have to stay anywhere forever." – Edwin Paine (1901-1914), in conversation, December 1990
