Disclaimer thingo: I don’t one Harry potter or anything or anyone to do with it.

This is different, but interesting, I wrote something similar in style to it for pokemon called ‘inspiration’

 I hope you read it.

On with the story.

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Joanne brushed some of her reddish brown hair away from her deep brown eyes and pulled a large old leather bound book from her satchel. She rested the book on the table of the small table of the coffee shop, where she had come for lunch and turned to her pride and joy. Joanne smiled at the small bundle sleeping peacefully in the pram beside the table, her baby daughter.

Joanne let a smile grace her thin face and turned back to the leather book. It had taken her months to track down this book, but it was hard to find things like this anymore.

Being careful with the old pages Joanne opened the book, she fought the erg to sneeze as a cloud of dust rose from the musty pages, she could never understand how her mother had loved the smell of old books so much.

Joanne slowly began to turn the pages of the book.

Joanne may have looked like your typical middle age mother out to lunch, but Joanne was very different from the muggles around her.

You see Joanne was wizard, not a pure blood like her grandfather had been, but a muggle born wizard as all wizards that still existed are.

Joanne knew she was a witch or wizard if you want to call it that, and had even been able to call forth her powers on the odd occasion, just like her younger sister but without a wand and training like her grandparents had had, she was unable to do any real magic.

Joanne’s mother who had been a squid, and her grandmother had told her and her sister stories about the wizarding world when she was younger, Joanne had always been enthralled about the tales her mother had told her that had been past down from her grandmother’s age. Stories about a time when wizards had their own world, went to school and had their own jobs. And more sinister tales of a dark wizard who was trying to rule the world and was defeated by a young boy, which had actually been friends of her grandparents. Joanne had even met the grandchildren of that great wizard, she and her sister used to play with them all the time when they were younger. The four children’s favourite subject was of course magic, although that was a long time ago.

Joanne had long since lost contact with those friends and her parents and grandparents had all past away taking with them all memories of a time when the wizarding world was prosperous place, a time before it had all been destroyed by the war.

Joanne took a sip of her coffee and turned another page of the book and stopped.

She had found what she had been looking for, for nearly three years.

The title of the page read, ‘Harry potter, the boy who lived’

Joanne put down her coffee and began to read.

Harry James potter, was the only son of Lilly and James potter.

After the dark lord, he-who-must-not-be-named (Voldemort) killed his Harry’s parents when he was just a baby, because of what was later discovered to be a prophecy relating the boy to the darks lords downfall. The dark lord attempted to perform the Avada Kedavra killing curse on the child, but due to reasons unknown the curse failed and projected it’s self back on the dark lord himself.

Young Harry was sent to live with his only relatives (muggles) from his mother’s side of the family. People who knew Harry at the time he still lived with the Dursley’s, made claims of them making him live under the stairs and work hard for any food, although these accounts may have been exaggerated.

Joanne bit her lip in excitement it was true the stories were all true, she couldn’t believe she had found actual records of Harry Potter. Joanne glanced around briefly checking on her still sleeping daughter before continuing reading.

Harry Potter like most young wizards of the time attended Hogwarts School of witchcraft and wizardry after his eleventh birthday and was sorted via sorting hat into the Gryffindor house. Harry satisfactorily completed his first year even though trouble with the dark lord and the sorcerers stone, (see page 205 for more information on this), Harry also became seeker for the Gryffindor school quiddich team, making him the youngest seeker ever at Hogwarts.

Joanne took out a pen and her notebook and wrote down the page number.

She kept on reading about Harry’s life throughout school, it even mentioned her grandparents Ron Weasley and Hermoine Granger on more than one occasion, apparently they were really close to Harry at his time in Hogwarts.

Joanne finished the chapter on the boy who lived, taking notes in her book as she went.

She finished her coffee and closed the thick book with a solid thump.

Joanne looked over her notes, “I won’t let the world forget you or the magic.” She whispered to herself rereading the things Harry had done in his short life, before the final battle with the dark lord in which he had lost his life and left behind his wife and only son.

Joanne was snapped out of thought as she heard the cry of a baby.

She blinked and let over the pram, carefully she lifted her daughter out of it. Bouncing her up and down.

The young tanned, child who’s face was scattered with freckles and had piercing blue eyes, calmed down tears drying instantly.

“There we go sweety.” Said Joanne, smiling at the child.

The baby gurgled happily at her mother and reached out her arms towards the stuffed rabbit that was in the pram.

Silently the toy rabbit rose shakily into the air, quickly Joanne reached over and grabbed the rabbit from mid air giving it to her daughter who clung to it happily.

Joanne glanced around nervously, making sure no one had seen. She sighed looking at her daughter, “at least the magic will always live on.”

And with that the mother turned to her note book balancing her child on her knee and wrote down under her notes, ‘book 1, Harry potter and the philosophers stone by Joanne K Rowling.’

odd, isn’t it. Just in case anybody didn’t get that. In this story I wrote it like JK Rowling was the granddaughter of Ron and Hermoine.

I actually did research for this! I read an article about JK Rowling life, a couple in fact.

Anyway reviews are welcome, good or bad I don’t mind.

If you are reading this now, I would like to thank you for reading this far.