"Ten, nine eight," Blair Potter counted down the seconds until she turned 11.
"seven, six, five" She lived in Toronto, Ontario (CANADA!!) in an orphanage.
"four, three, two" She closed her eyes.
"One." She looked at her watch.

"Happy Birthday Blair." She muttered to herself blowing out the candles on her imaginary cake. Her wish was to leave. Leave the orphanage and have a normal life, like a normal Canadian girl.

She lay down on her bed and stared up at the cracking ceiling. She bolted upright when she heard a huge banging at the door. Then another.

And another.

All the girls (excluding Blair) huddled together.

Then finally the door broke to the ground and the girls screamed. Ms. Greene turned on the lights and held herself protectively in front of the girls, fully knowing Blaire wasn't there. A giant man walked into the room and put the door back up.

"Sorry 'bout that." He said walking into the room. "Get out! You are trespassing on this property!" Ms. Greene screached.

The man walked up to her and said "Dry up Greene, you great prune." She and all the girls backed up. "Now. Which one o' you girls is Blair Potter?"

They all pointed in Blair's direction and she groaned. He walked up to her and smiled.

"Well hello Blair. My name is Rubeus Hagrid, keeper of keys and grounds at Hogwarts. Well you know all about Hogwarts o' course." He grinned. She looked confused. "I'm sorry, sir but no."

"No? Gosh Blair. Don't you wonder where your parents learned it all?"

"Learned what?"

He leaned down to her height. "You're a witch, Blair."

Her eyes widened. "I'm a what? But no that- That's impossible. I can't be a... a witch. I'm Blair. Just Blair."

"Well, 'just Blair', Has anything ever happened, or have you done something, anything, you couldn't explain? Hmm?"

"I knew this would happen. Vernon warned me." Ms. Greene muttered.

Blaire whipped around. "You knew? You knew all this time?! And you never said ANYTHING?!"

"Of course I knew! Your uncle told me before he dumped you here. About how your parents went and got themselves blown up!"

"Blown up?? You told me my parents died in a car crash!" she yelled. "A car crash? A car crash kill Lily and James Potter? I's an outrage! I's a scandal."

Blair smiled. "James and Lily Potter." She muttered. Her parents names.

"Okay, so now that we've established what I am... what next?" Blair asked.

"Well you come to 'Ogwarts o' course! That is unless you'd rather stay here?" he joked. Blair smiled. Her wish had come true. She was leaving.


Chapter Two

"Hagrid, I know that I've never been to London before, but isn't there no such thing as Platform 9 3/4?" She asked, but when she turned around, he had disappeared.

"Muggles, everywhere! It's like this every year!" Blair heard a woman say.

"Muggles." She muttered to herself.

She rolled her trolly over to her and her children and watched the eldest looking run through a wall.

"Er... Excuse me?" The lady looked at her kindly. "Could you tell me how to... uh..."

"How to walk through the wall? Of course dear. You just walk straight at the wall. Take a bit of a running start if you're nervous."

"Good luck." Blair looked to her left to see a small red-haired girl smiling at her. She smiled back and said "Thanks."

Blair shut her eyes and ran straight at the wall, expecting her to crash. But much to her surprise, she ran through and in minutes found herself on the huge crimson train that read 'The Hogwarts Express."

"Uh.. Excuse me? Do you mind if I sit here? All of the other compartments are full." It was one of the red-haired boys. Blair smiled. "Go ahead." She said motioning for him to sit. He seemed to be a little less nervous at her kindness.

"I'm Ron by the way. Ron Weasley." Blair shook his hand. "Blair Potter." Ron's eyes widened. "So is it true? Do you really have the, the... scar?"

She giggled. "Yeah." she pushed back her hair revealing a lightning-bolt scar on the right side of her forehead.

"Wicked." He whispered in awe.

They were interrupted by a lady walking by their compartment with a large cart of candy. "Anything off of the trolley dears?" She smiled. "No thanks. I'm all set." Said Ron glumly, pulling out a sandwich.

Blair looked at him and bit her lip. Then she smiled. "We'll have all of it." She grinned pulling out a handful of golden coins from her pocket.

After they changed into their uniforms, they sat and talked until the train stopped. When it did, they walked over to Hagrid who was directing the first years to some boats going to the castle. Wait a minute... a CASTLE?!

"Wow." Blair grinned. "It's beautiful."

They reached the school and were told to wait where they were put. Blair turned around to face Ron, who had a nervous look in his eyes. "Ron will you promise me something?" Ron looked at her, confused.

He nodded. "Of course Blair, what is it?"

She took a breath. "Will you promise, that no matter what houses we're in, that we'll still be friends?" He smiled. "Of course. No matter what." Blair turned back around when she felt someone tap her on the shoulder.

She saw a blond-haired tall boy with his arms crossed, smirking. "So it's true then? Blair Potter has come to Hogwarts." Whispers erupted amongst the first years. "The name's Draco Malfoy." He said holding out his hand, to be shook.

"Nice to meet you Draco." She replied shaking his hand. The teacher from before came back in and said "We are ready for you now."

All the first years followed her into the Great Hall and talked to the front. "When I call your name, I will place the Sorting Hat on your head, and you will be sorted into your houses."

"Ronald Weasley."

Ron looked terrified as the hat was put on his head, but let out a sigh of relief when it yelled out "GRYFFINDOR!"

"Draco Malfoy"

Draco walked gracefully up to the stool and before the hat touched his head...

"SLYTHERIN!" He smirked and walked to the cheering table.

"Blair Potter."

Blair looked around as the whispers begun but sat on the stool. "Hmm..." a voice whispered in her ear. It was the hat. "Interesting. Very interesting. You have a strong thirst for adventure I see. Very bold, and cunning. But extremely brave as well. Better be.."
She held her breath.

"SLYTHERIN!" The hall broke into whispers... again, as she sat down next to Draco.

"Welcome to Slytherin Potter." He smirked.