Hey Everyone!! This is my first Harry Potter fic ever so please be kind! But I'm open to constructive criticism as long as it's not too harsh. Also, please note, that I have only seen the movie so I haven't read any books so if something happens that would never ever happen in one of J.K. Rowlings books since she's stated otherwise, please e-mail me and tell me at: maggiegranger@hotmail.com. It would be greatly appreciated! Thanks for reading and I need to know if I should continue! Please review!

Chapter One

Just as I went to attempt my final pivot, I heard a horrid sound that was constantly beeping in my left ear. I was a bit confused since that had nothing to do with me dancing Swan Lake in front of the entire population of London. I blinked my eyes open and quickly realized that once again I was dreaming. I rolled over looking at my clock. 6:42. I instinctively turned it off before pulling my comforter over my head blocking out the rays of sun, which beamed in from my open window. As much as I loved my life, I always had trouble getting up in the morning. I didn't really know why. I guess maybe because I dreaded my school life. Sure, I was smart and had great friends but sometimes I couldn't stand being there. I longed for more of a challenge, which I knew I'd never find.

"Maggie honey," my father said, peeping his head through the door like he did every morning, "You'll be late for school if you don't get up. Now, c'mon, out of bed."

I groaned as he pulled my comforter off the bed and lay it down on the floor beside me. Next he opened my window so the chirping of the birds would make it impossible for me to get back to sleep.

"Alright father," I told him, "I'm ready, I'm ready."

He sat on the side of my bed giving my hair a bit of a scruffle before kissing me on the forehead.

"That's my girl." He told me affectionately. He sat there just looking at me for a moment then clapped his hands together, "Remember, your sister returns home from school today, so come straight home this afternoon." After that being said, he left.

I rolled myself out of bed and walked over to my window. We had a beautiful view from where our house was located. I could see a good part of London from right there in my room. I took a deep breath as always, and prepared myself for another day. I slid on my slippers and was making my way to the bathroom when I felt something warm and soft around my ankles. I looked down to see my orange tabby looking up at me.

"Tibby," I said softly, "You almost tripped me you silly kitty."

In response she just purred before jumping up onto my bed and curling up into a soft little ball and falling asleep. I watched for a few seconds in envy of her peaceful slumber but soon returned to reality. I made my way down the hallway to the bathroom and quickly jumped in the shower.

Why did she have to be coming back? I mean, I loved her as a sister but maybe it was better when she was gone. With her here it'll be just like before she left. I didn't want it to be like that anymore. I was happy now. I wasn't before. Now I'd be unhappy again. I tried not to think about it then as usual, as I put it in the back of my mind. I always had a way of doing that. Hiding my feelings, even from myself.

After washing the last suds of conditioner out of my hair I grabbed my towel off the hook and wrapped it around my body and another around my hair. The change in air temperature instantly gave me goose bumps but I soon adapted. I looked in the foggy mirror and saw the outline of my face. I let out a little laugh at the sight of it but soon grabbed a washcloth and wiped the steam away. First I looked at my plaque-covered teeth and decided the first thing I should do is brush them. Then I thought it best for me to fix my hair since it was my most favourite thing to do. I removed the towel and watched as my strawberry blonde waves fell down over my shoulders. I shook my head a bit so they could set. I thought that today I would wear my hair with a simple side part and held back with a clip at the right side. I applied a bit of make-up, not a lot but enough and then made my way back to my room.

Opening my closet, I couldn't help but think of my sister. Maybe it was better she was coming back. I loved hearing all the wonderful things she did at her school and the people and friends she met. I pulled out my uniform and slid into my gray and burgundy plaid skirt and white blouse. As I was tying my tie I smiled to myself thinking about how the first time I wore a uniform, she was there to help me out with it and the way she tied it wasn't any better than my attempt. I pulled my sweater vest over my head and rushed downstairs at the sound of the bus honking it's horn.

My father was at the bottom of the stairs smirking to himself tapping his watch with his index finger.

"I told you you'd be late." He said as he handed me my lunch and schoolbag. "Remember, right home. No doddling."

"I know father, I know." I replied smiling. I grabbed my blazer and flew out the door. Right as I left the steps I crashed right into someone. "I'm so sorry." I said instinctively. Then I looked at who I had knocked over. I could feel my jaw drop for a moment and then spring up in a joyful smile. I threw my arms around her and hugged the girl standing before me. "Hermoine!" I cried, "I thought you weren't coming home until this afternoon?"

"I know, was supposed to but I took the early train." She said smiling at me, "I have so much to tell you." Then she took m wrists and pulled them away from my body so she could look at me better, "Wow, Maggie, you look great."

"Oh right," I told her. I suppose I "grew up" in a sense since she'd been gone and paid a bit more attention to my appearance now.. "I suppose I got a tad bit cuter."

"Well let's go inside then and we can discuss it. I'll tell you about my year and you tell me about yours." She said walking past me.

I turned around to where my bud had been and saw only a cloud of dust as it whizzed down the road.

"But Hermie," I pleaded, calling her her nickname, "I have school, are you mad."

"I'm sure you can miss one day." She said walking into our home, "Besides I have something important to give you."

What did she mean by important? I sighed and followed her into the house. It's not as though missing a day of school would affect my marks any besides it was the last day of the first semester and half the kids I know weren't even going.

"What do you mean you have something important for me?" I asked impatiently, "What is it? Give it to me."

She laughed out loud, "You haven't changed at all have you." She said as she opened her bag and pulled out a familiar envelope with a red wax seal and handed it to me.

When I saw it my smile faded and I backed away shaking my head. They'd sent this before. I already knew what it said and wanted nothing to do with it.

"No Hermoine," I told her, "I don't want it. I'm not going."

"But Maggie, you have to at least read it.' She pleaded, "Plus, jdshfjsdfsd gave it to me personally to give to you. If you don't at least read it, It'll be like I failed him. Please Mags."

I hesitated at first but then I caved and took the envelope. Gently breaking the seal I opened it. I took a deep breath and skimmed down it. It read:

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Students shall be required to report to the Chamber of Reception upon arrival, the date for which shall be duly advised.

Please ensure that the utmost attention be made with the list of requirements attached herewith.

We very much look forward to receiving you as a part of the new generation of Hogwarts' Heritage.

Professor McGonagall

I neatly closed the letter and stared at the floor for a few seconds then looked up at my parents anticipating eyes and Hermoine's anxious face.

"I'm not sure," I said reluctantly, "Hogwarts isn't right for me."

"What do you mean isn't right for you?" Hermoine said with irritation in her voice, "It's in your blood. Don't you understand that? How can you stay here and go to St. Michael's High, when you could have the adventure of going to Hogwarts."

My head sprung up at the sound of adventure. Maybe Hogwarts was what I was looking for. I knew that what ever it was I needed in my life sure as hell wasn't here.

"Well…Well, I'd have to think about it." I said but I could tell by the expression on my family's face that they weren't satisfied.

"Maggie darling," my mother said in her soft, docile tone, "They've been requesting your attendance for four years now. Please, can't you just give it a try? Perhaps you'll like it there."

"Just give it a try sweetheart," My father said putting a reassuring hand on my shoulder, "We'd be so proud of you."

I don't know exactly if that's what did it or just my passion for adventure but for some reason I finally decided to accept Hogwarts offer and enroll. My need for a challenge would finally be fulfilled. I was now a proud pupil of the most distinguished school for Witchcraft and Wizardry in the entire world.

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