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.

As I was lost in my thoughts, I heard a noise from outside the room. The door burst open. I saw three teenagers rush in. They looked at me with concern and relief. 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, 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. 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 from a dream. This was a whole new world, full of wonder and magic now 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, 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 reading 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' Hara,

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. 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 while I was on a mission a few months ago. I had been living with my husband ever since. But he had never really understood me or cared about my interests. He was always abusive towards me. One night the abuse got bad that I had to leave my home. That's how I ended up here, in the wizarding world. Harry, Ron, and Hermione listened to my story with compassion and empathy. I listened while they told me about their own struggles. They explained how they had found a family in one another after going through their struggles together. 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!