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She was dressed in green robes with a black pointy hat atop her head complementing her half-moon spectacles.
"Good Morning, I am Professor Minerva McGonagall. It is a pleasure to meet you both."
Mom then got up from the couch walking over to her. "The pleasure is all mine, I am Regina Young and this is my daughter Rosalie"
she greeted as they shook hands, then it was my turn. "Would you care for a glass of Ice tea?"
Mom offered trying to be hospitable. "Yes, thank you it is unbearably hot." Said McGonagall, desperately trying to fan herself.
Once seated in a chair she sipped the cool liquid, relishing the relief it brought."I" "- am use to a slightly cooler climate," she panted before clearing her throat.
"I must admit that I was surprised when Dumbledore asked me to come to the states and extend an invitation to our school.
But after everything I just heard, it makes sense now.
You know Lily was one of my most talented students and I was proud to have her in my house.
I am your transfiguration teacher as well the head of Gryffindor, which is one of four houses you could be sorted in upon your arrival."
The more this Professor went on about the school, the more excited I got and suddenly going to school in a different country didn't seem so bad.
The only downside was that I'd be far away from Mom…
Finally, after a very heartfelt tearful goodbye with Mom and a promise of weekly contact: Be it letters or phone, the big day arrived.
During the week prior Professor McGonagall had taken me shopping for school supplies at a place called "Diagon Alley" located in London.
How we got there was really weird.
McGonagall told me to grasp her arm. The second I did, we both were whisked away in a blink of an eye. She called it "Apparition."
Once my stomach settled, she took me to was Gringott's Bank (where Lilly had previously set up a trust fund in my name, just in case something happened.)
Then from there we went to "Olivander's" where I got my wand: twelve inches, Cherrywood, Unicorn hair.
I was beyond blown away from the sights I saw just by walking down the street.
Though I don't remember much of what else after I was brought to the most outrageously fantastic bookstore I'd ever seen, "Flourish and Blotts"!
That place was Heaven for a fictional bookworm such as I.
Leaving there was extremely hard but I managed, barely. With the hope that I'd always be able to return another day.
So now it was off to "Hogwarts," curious name for a British school.
Professor McGonagall had arrived promptly at Nine to escort me to Kings Cross Station where I would be boarding the Hogwarts' Express.
A train that would take me and the other students to the school. After making sure I entered through the barrier to platform 9 ¾ .
She vanished saying that she'd see me later among my fellow classmates for the "sorting."
So here I am, with a train compartment all to myself. Flipping through the pages of a book called "Care of Magical Creatures."
A subject I've been told that I won't have to take until my third year. But I'm interested anyway, in the similarity and differences between supernatural and non.
On the fourth turn I'm interrupted by the polite knocking against the windowed door to the compartment.
Standing up from my seat, I walked over and opened it to find a small scrawny boy with short messy jet black hair and taped glasses covering his face.
"So sorry to bother you but do you mind if I-" Catching on, I replied "Sure, sure, come on in. Do you need help with your suit cases?"
noticing the piled trolley behind him with a caged white owl on top.
"Thank you," he answered, a little out of breath from pushing the heavy thing.
Soon enough between the two of us, we were able to wheel it in and unload before returning it.
Just in time to for as we re-boarded the train the whistle sounded, announcing our departure. Finding our compartment, we took our seats.
Each took a booth on the opposite side with their belongings. "Thanks again," he breathed, softly stroking his owl from its cage.
"You're welcome, what's her name?" I replied, trying to make conversation. "Her name is Hedwig, and I'm Harry…Harry Potter" Ahh! So this is my brother!
Not bad looking, though he does favor his father, at least from the photo Lily had sent.
(Upon recovering the truth, Mom had brought out all of Lily's memorabilia.) "I'm… Rosalie Young" extending my hand to shake which he took repeating the gesture.
"I'm surprised you're taking this so well… everyone else I've recently met all but just jump up and down with excitement"
I smiled at him slightly. "Well, I may have heard of your famousness. But I had other things on my mind.
See I'm still pretty… new to the wizarding world. Having been brought up by Muggles in another country. In case you can't tell by my words and accent."
"I was raised by Muggles too!" He stated excitedly, "Which country are you from?"
"America, but I was adopted at birth…"
"So you're not a Muggleborn?"
"No, Harry I'm not… but anyway, the tale of your lightning scar is not the reason I know of you."
He raised an eyebrow, partly revealing the end of it hidden under his bangs. "It isn't?"
"No Lily had more than one child…and I was given up due to hard times." Telling him enough of the truth, without it being the full truth.
I would eventually tell him the rest.
Once, I discovered who my birth father was and got some much needed answers.
Harry blinked repeatedly clearly not expecting that! "YOU'RE my SISTER!"
Immediately not wanting him to broadcast the whole situation I said, "Shh! Yes, though the couple who adopted me are the only parents I've known.
They love me and I love them." Harry sighed, "You are so lucky, I got stuck with the Dursley's after Mum and Dad died.
Maybe if they had discovered your adoption records we could've been placed together at your "parents."
I bit my lip, the truth is that last night when mom came in.
She admitted to offering to take Harry and raise him as her own before sending us both off to Hogwarts but Dumbledore wouldn't of hear it stating
"The boy is where he belongs due to the circumstances. But I will leave his sister where she is, for all the reasons you described.
Just know that should it ever get dangerous: I will place her with her blood relatives."
Boy was I going to rue that day, should it ever arise!
Thankfully we were saved from further awkward conversation by the presence of a certain red headed boy.
He introduced himself as "Ron Weasley", sadly he too couldn't find room. This year's students must really be packed.
While he oohed and awed over Harry's scar, I tuned them out. Focusing on the scenery that we passed looking out the window.
First lengthy time out of America, I was enjoying seeing the bits of English Countryside.
That it until the snack trolley came through and my brother ordered some of everything. While the boys chowed down on Berny Bott's Every Flavor Beans,
I was the only one to not have their Chocolate Frog escape by biting off its legs.
Boy was that good! Sweet enough that it wasn't too bitter, but not overly sweet either.
The trivia card on the back was of some man named "Nicolaus Flammel" a genius and maker of "The Sorcerer's Stone."
As I was reading more about him we were interrupted yet again, this time by young dirty blond haired girl, dressed in wizarding robes.
Helping a boy search for their lost pet toad.
"Are you doing magic?" she asked, seeing Ron's wand out, about to spell his rat "Scabbers."
"let's see it then" she asked/demanded before puffing out her chest with hottie pride demonstrating her seemingly superior attitude. Ron cleared this throat
"Sunshine, daisies, nice and mellow
Turn this stupid fat rat yellow"
Of course it didn't work, as the girl obnoxiously pointed out, "You're sure that's a real spell, well it's obviously not a very good one isn't it?"
This girl had only been at our compartment for a minute and a half and already I didn't like her.
But then she barged in uninvited before sitting down next to me and fixed Harry's glasses. Demonstrating how a real spell is done.
"I know who you are!" she exclaimed, "You're Harry Potter! I'm Hermione Granger and you are…"
she gestured to the two of us with an expression of disgust. "Ron Weasley" said our recent companion with his mouth full of candy.
"Not interested," I answered her, standing up. "Rosalie!"
Harry scolded me but I paid him no mind. "A rude remark or question equals = A rude answer. Besides I have no time for your type."
Tell her exactly what I thought before gathering my changing robes in search for the girl's bathroom. Leaving the compartment in mid exclamation.
Once I returned it was just the boys again. I huffed before retaking my seat, seeing that the others changed too.
"Why did you do that Rosalie? Not need to make enemies on the first day" and "That was bloody brilliant!" were the sounds that came from them.
"I don't have to justify myself to you…But if you must know: One stuck up know it all third grader is enough to last a lifetime."
The rest of the ride went off without a hitch. Once we got off the train, it was nightfall but a beautiful one.
None the less, as people departed a loud male voice rang out that Harry identified as "Hagrid" saying that all first years were to follow him down to the boats.
Unfortunately, I got placed in the same boat that that Granger girl from earlier was in.
Luckily this time she ignored me. Instead I found my attention on the giant man who called us.
He was huge not just in height but size too that he required his own private boat that lead the way across the lake towards an enormously lit castle.
When I finally reached the inside, all I could do was gaze in wonder.
Sleeping Beauty's Castle in Disneyland had nothing on this!
But soon enough my brother's voice successfully captured my awareness. He was apparently talking to some little urchin named "Draco Malfoy". Refusing his "request" at friendship.
Then to my surprise Professor McGonagall appeared on the steps above our group.
Both welcoming and giving us the rundown of the School before ushering us into the great hall. Where this "sorting hat" would decide what house you'll be in.
I did a quick peek at the teacher's table which was right up front.
The one seat in the middle resembling a throne sat an old man with a long white hair and beard to match the half-moon spectacles on his face.
That must be Dumbledore - I thought,
My eyes ran over the others faces only to rest on this long nosed man with apparently greasy ebony shoulder length hair dressed in all black.
He wore an expression of irritable boredness. But what captured my interest was his eyes.
They were the same shape, color and eyebrows I saw whenever I looked in the mirror. Could it be?
Naaahhh!
Dumbledore concluded his speech that I hadn't been paying much attention to and the sorting began.
Most of the names I didn't know but it was fascinating to watch the enchanted rumpled up hat talk, shouting out the name of the house.
My brother seemed to take longer than anybody before it shrieked out "Gryffindor!"
Weasley had already been placed there, so it was nice that he'd have company that wouldn't drive him insane, since Granger was also in the same house.
One by one I watch them go and get sorted, finally it was my turn!
Once McGonagall called out my name, I could feel Dumbledore and the ebony haired man's stare. Taking a chance, I glanced at the second.
The poor man upon seeing me gasped and looked like he was about to have a heart attack before mouthing my birth mother's name.
I take it, he like everyone else knew her.
Regaining my focus, I walked towards the stool and sat down then I voice came in my ear:
" Interesting, very interesting. They claim you to be sweet but there is a bit of spice there too. Very good, lots of ambition and a great potential for surprises yet to come, Better be… "SLYTHERIN!"