Chapter 1: Meeting Harry, Ron, and Hermione
I woke up, feeling groggy and disoriented. The last thing I remembered was going to bed in my own room, but this was definitely not my room. The walls were a deep shade of red, and there were strange objects scattered around the room, like a golden snitch and a wand. I sat up and rubbed my eyes, trying to make sense of my surroundings. As I looked closer, I realized that there was a poster of a Quidditch team on the wall and a photo of a family with red hair on the nightstand.
Hello, I'm Lana. I have curly brown hair, green eyes, and fair skin. There's a noticeable scar above my right eye and my left ear is cut. from when my dad abused me. When it comes to my fashion sense, I prefer graphic tees and leggings. During summer, I opt for skirts while in winter, I prefer hoodies and turtle necks. My hobbies are going to the movies, writing, and art. I should also mention, I have a disability called 22Q and ITP. I also have hearing loss and bad vision.
As I was lost in my thoughts, I heard a noise from outside the room. The door burst open, and three teenagers rushed in. They looked at me with concern and relief, and I felt a wave of confusion wash over me.
"Who are you?" I asked, feeling dazed.
"I'm Harry," the boy with messy black hair said, stepping forward. "And these are my friends Ron and Hermione. Do you remember anything?"
I shook my head, feeling lost. "Where am I?"
"You're in the Wizarding world," Hermione said, looking at me curiously. "Don't you remember anything about magic?"
Magic? I stared at them, feeling like I was in a dream. But the more they spoke, the more I realized that this was not a dream. They told me about Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and the magical world that existed alongside the regular world. They explained how I had been brought here, and how they had found me collapsed in a park in London. As they spoke, I felt a sense of wonder and excitement building inside me. Could this really be happening? Was I really a part of this magical world?
Harry, Ron, and Hermione led me downstairs to the kitchen, where Mrs. Weasley was bustling about, cooking breakfast for everyone. She smiled warmly as we entered, and I felt a sense of comfort wash over me. "Good morning, dear. Did you sleep well?" she asked, handing me a plate of eggs and toast.
I nodded, feeling grateful for her kindness. As we ate, Harry, Ron, and Hermione continued to explain the basics of the Wizarding world to me. They talked about Quidditch, the different houses at Hogwarts, and the various magical creatures that existed. As I listened, I felt like a part of me was waking up. This was a whole new world, full of wonder and magic. And I was a part of it.
After breakfast, Harry, Ron, and Hermione took me on a tour of the Weasley house. They showed me all sorts of magical objects, like a clock that tracked the location of every family member and a mirror that showed the viewer their deepest desires. It was a lot to take in, but everything fascinated me. As we sat in the living room, Hermione handed me a letter.
"This is your Hogwarts acceptance letter," she said, smiling. "You'll be starting school in September, just like us."
I opened the letter and read through it, feeling a sense of excitement building inside me. I couldn't believe that I was going to go to Hogwarts, a school for magic. It was like a dream come true.
This is what the letter said:
Dear Ms. Lana O' Hera,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find a list of necessary books and equipment. Students will be required to report to the Chamber of Reception upon arrival. Term begins on September 1st, 2020. We await your owl no later than July 31st.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall.
The rest of the day was a blur of introductions and explanations. The Weasley family and their friends were all incredibly kind and welcoming, and I felt like I was part of a big, magical family. As the day wore on, I found myself drawn to Harry, Ron, and Hermione. They were my age and seemed to understand me in a way that no one else did. As we sat in the garden, watching the sunset over the hills, I shared something with them that I had never told anyone before. I lost my family in a car accident a few months ago, and I had been living with my uncle ever since. But he had never really understood me or cared about my interests.
Regarding my family, I would like to introduce them to you. Miles O' Hera and Gwen Stacey are my birth parents. I am happily married to Margo Kess, whom I met while on a mission with my parents and fell in love with. I am confident that she loves me just as much. Additionally, I have a husband named Miguel O' Hera. However, I do not have romantic feelings for him. Unfortunately, Miguel forced me and my father, Miles, to marry him a long time ago. Miguel is very abusive towards me and my father. He would get mad at us for everything we did wrong and hit us for no reason at all.
I am fortunate to have grandparents named Rio and Jefferson Morales, and an aunt and uncle named Peter Parker and Mary Jane. Their daughter, Mayday, is my cousin.
I also have another Uncle, Uncle Aaron but I don't look up to him because he is also abusive.
I am grateful for the guidance and support of my good friends and mentors, Jessica Drew, Pavitr, and Hobi Brown.
Now for the other half of my family:
I have a mother and father named Uru and Ahadi. I have another mother and father named Janja and Jasiri. My brothers are Mufasa and Scar. My sister-in-law, Sarabi, is married to Mufasa. Scar is also my husband who forced me to marry him as well. Just like Miguel, Scar is very abusive towards me. Zira is Scar's spouse and they have two children together named Kovu and Vitani. I am fortunate to have another spouse named Anga, whom I also wed out of love, like my beloved Margo. Additionally, I am proud to have a nephew named Simba, who is happily married to my dear friend Nala. Together, they have been blessed with three wonderful children named Kiara, Kopa, and Kion.
I have other friends named Bunga, Beshte, Ono, and Fuli.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione listened to me and my story with compassion and empathy. They told me about their own struggles and how they had found a family in each other. And then Harry said something that took me by surprise.
"Would you like to be a part of our family?" he asked, looking at me with a serious expression.
I stared at him, feeling my heart skip a beat. "What do you mean?"
"I mean," Harry said, taking my hand, "That we could adopt you as our daughter. We can't replace your family, but we can be there for you and support you. What do you say?"
I felt tears welling up in my eyes. It was such a kind and generous offer, from people who barely knew me. But I felt like I had known them my whole life.
"Yes," I said, feeling a sense of belonging wash over me. "I would like that very much."
And so it was that I found a new family in Harry, Ron, and Hermione. I fell asleep that night, surrounded by love and magic, I knew that I had found a new home.
A/N: Hello everyone, I'm thrilled to share with you my first fanfiction! It's been a while since I've written, so please bear with me and be kind. I hope you enjoy reading this story as much as I enjoy writing it. If you could leave some feedback, I would appreciate it, but please keep it constructive and polite. I won't tolerate any mean reviews, and I'll ignore and delete them. I also should note that I do not own any Spider-man or Lion King characters. The only character I own is my OC, Lana.
Thank you for reading, and have a great day until the next chapter!