|Harry Potter 2012
Author: leprechaunlady PM
Many Years after Harry Potter. Only mentions of the Orignal Charcters. New Group of 1st years.Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Adventure - OC - Chapters: 14 - Words: 38,244 - Reviews: 68 - Favs: 3 - Follows: 9 - Updated: 08-06-12 - Published: 06-02-12 - Status: Complete - id: 8176422
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A/N all characters submitted by the end on June 3rd are in and I will take a couple others. This story is about a bunch of first years, a clique really, who meet on the train and become friends. They will experience a lot. I will try to update every 4 days. This is the first characters submitted. The rest will be in my Tuesday. I wont normally write such long one's. Here I am just introducing the characters… Enjoy.
I sat in my kitchen, while my mom was cutting my hair. She was talking about work or something, but I just sat there wishing I could be outside with my siblings. I have very curly brown hair, and if it isnt cut it becomes an Afro. Normally I kept it long enough to run my hand through it, but not long enough to grab, my mom cares way too much about it.
I come from an all wizarding family. We are a Slytherin and Ravenclaw family, but we're not evil. Stereotypes like that led my father to lose his job, and are running our family in to debt. My mom is a nurse, and while my dad job hunts she keeps the family a float, plus all the inheritance.
Things have changed a lot since the war on Hogwarts, but my family was never part of it. My grandfather from my dad's side (Slytherin) brought our family to Spain, to avoid the fighting, and my grandparents from my mom's side were part of the fight. I am 11 today, and hope to get my letter from Hogwarts. My older brother Joe is a beater for Slytherin, and a 5th year. He is pretty smart and a master of charms, probably one of the best in the school. He is medium height, but quite muscular and sturdy. I have another sibling, Nora. She is a 4th year and a catcher for Slytherin. I will probably be the Keeper, because the last one just graduated and I've been practicing for years. My family doesn't have a lot of money, so I use an old Broom, when my siblings are training over break. They think I'm pretty good, and have a good shot. I fly around a lot, but that's just for fun. I'm quite short and pretty skinny, I mean I'm 11… but I'm fast and great at broom control. Also I am not afraid of anything, I consider myself a bit of a daredevil. I guess that is why I've broken my arm over 4 times.
It was about 10 O'clock, when the owl came in. My mom already had a cake ready, and we all gathered as a family to eat it. The next day we went to Diagon Alley. I already had most of the books from my siblings, and they were annotated with answers. We got fresh quills, parchment and new caldrons, plus supplies for potions. Nora and Joe went to the broomstick shop. They already have 2 nice ones, both Cleansweeps. My dad and I went to Olivanders, as my mom went to buy us all robes. When I walked in my dad sat in the corner and allowed the Olivander and I to talk.
"Hello sir, my name is Shane."
"Shane O'Carthy, born July 24th 2026. Happy Birthday, Mr. Murphy," said Mr. Olivander. How did he know all this?
"And you've come all the way here from Dublin, am I right?"
"Yes sir, we used Flu Powder."
"I see, so you're here for a wand. Judging from your appearance I can tell you are going to be quite tall..."
"Really? I thought I would be quite small, it must be from my mum's side."
"Yes, yes quite tall. So I am going to try and give you a 13 inch willow." I flicked it and my dad's glasses cracked.
"No worries" he said as we fixed them with a light flick of his own wand.
Olivander had a quizzical look on his face and put down another wand, "12.7 inches Mahogany, very sturdy and great for transfiguration." I flicked it and a nice smelling fragrance came from it, then a shower of blue sparks. Mr. Olivander smiled happily and started to add up the cost.
As we were leaving I turned around and thanked him. When I got out my two siblings were holding up the newest Cleansweep.
"Surprise," said Nora. "We pooled our money from the summer jobs to get this. Our new Slytherin Keeper deserves a good stick." My whole face lit up and I pulled them into a hug. My mom wanted the final measurements so we went to finish off the robe process and I was ready for school.
It was 7 in the morning and I already heard the girls sneaking down the hall to jump on my bed for my birthday. I pretended to be asleep so they got the satisfaction of surprising me. When they came in I laughed and they immediately knew that I was already awake but still jumped on me and hugged me. I have been going to this boarding school for years and these were my best friends! I live in Manchester and was raised in an orphanage until I was 7 and then started this school. Nuns run it, but they are very chill and nice. I've been here for four years and we are pretty much a family. I started opening presents when a brown owl started pecking on my window. At first we all laughed and ignored it, but he was persistent. He had a note tied to his foot.
"Who wrote me a note attached to an owl?" Everyone in the room looked around. Occasionally asking a girl with a weird expression, but no one seemed to know. We decided to open the window then wrestle the bird down, and if a nun came in we would say the window was open. All 9 of us got ready and when he came in he flew straight to my bedpost and stuck out his leg.
"That was easy." Lydia said as Eileen started untying it.
It was a letter, with a red seal and some crest on it.
"What the hell is this?" I said. The address bar read:
of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY
Headmaster: Minerva McGonagall (I know she left by the time Harry's son left, but I'm leaving her in.)
Dear Ms. Black,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later than July 31.
"This is a joke."
"Maybe it was meant to go to someone else"
"What is Hogwarts? Who would name a school Hogwarts?"
"Look at the supplies, a wand?"
I kept hearing stuff like this as I read, reread, and rereread the letter. Some girls said they want to throw it away, but I immediately grabbed it. I didn't want to lose it, I felt connected. When I looked up I saw all the quizzical looks and so I covered it up by saying,
"Guys this is so funny! How can I throw it out? Don't tell anyone else though. Group pinky swears?" Everyone put in her pinky, some more reluctantly.
That night in the dining hall, the weird event was forgotten. The owl was still in my room until I gave him 2 pence and he left. It was drizzling slightly, probably due to the humidity. I heard the bell ring in the middle of prayer and one of the younger nuns excused herself and continued muttering the prayer as she walked to the door. There was chatter, in the hall. Sister Jane returned and went to Mother Eva. They both went in the hall and stayed there for at least 20 minutes. I felt like I should be there, anxiety was eating me alive. Sister Jane came back in and told me to go to Mother Eva's office.
When I went it there, I saw a small man in a light green and purple dress. I curtsied and sat in an armchair. Why did I curtsy? He leaned forward and started telling me all this stuff. That I'm a wizard, that I should go to a wizard school, and that I need to buy a wand. He asked me about my letter and I held it out.
Mother Eva smiled then said, "I can take it from here, and I'll bring her to Diagon in a few months, closer to the summer."
"Thank you Eva. It is great seeing you again. How's the family?"
"Fantastic." They continued chatting as my mind ran crazy. It made sense, sometimes things happened. Like when I'm mad at another girl she tripped, or if I'm tired in class my teacher tells us to all take a nap. But magic isn't real. For good measure, I pinched myself over 4 times. When the Professor left, I shook his hand and muttered some meaningless words of thanks.
Mother Eva then said, "Your grandfather was a fantastic magician, when we found out your whereabouts we immediately searched for you, then had you transferred to my school so I could keep an eye on you and make sure you were raised right."
She then went on to explain Hogwarts, the wizarding world, the places, the sports, the events, my family and Harry Potter. She went to school with Potter but was 4 years older. We sat in there for over 4 hours. Then spent the next day doing the same thing.
To say the black owl pecking my window on December 5th surprised me, would be a lie. I opened up the window, of my dad's cottage and called him. He came in and his face immediately brightened at the sight. He gave the bird a couple coins then picked me up into a hug. We read the list and he promised that the 1st day of summer break he would take me up to London to get supplies. He brought in a bag of chocolate frogs, Bertie Bott's ever flavor beans, Cauldron Candy, Drooble's best blowing gum, and Licorice wands. We sat in the kitchen devouring the candy as we looked over the list. Dad noted a few changes from when he was in school, but overall it was similar. Dad worked for the Ministry in the Department of Mysteries. I thought his job was very cool, but I really didn't know anything about it. He then went to work and promised he would he would be home for dinner.
I walked to school instead of taking the bus. I knew I would be late, but I had a lot to think about. I really did hate school I didn't get on well with the girls and people called me Twiggy. I mean I know I'm skinny, thanks for reminding me! My mom insisted on me going to Muggle School. She died when I was six, and was a muggle herself. My dad adored her, and since she's been gone he's had a whole in his heart. I can tell. Muggle School was not her dyeing wish, but really everything she wanted came true to the best of out ability after she died. It was about keeping the memory alive.
When I got home, I started my math homework. When will I need to know this?
Dad came home at 5.30 on the dot, as always, right thru the chimney, with green flames lapping at his feet. He stepped out holding a cage. Inside the cage was a Barred Owl. I grabbed him into a hug and named the Owl, Putfoot.