Post by Jess on Apr 30, 2005 16:18:56 GMT -5
Hey all, I'm Jess, the owner. This is one of my favorites of the fics I've written, and I haven't posted it anywhere else, so you all get the first look... 
Enjoy.
-Jess
Chapter 1
I opened my green eyes at 7:00 on the morning of my eleventh birthday. Sunlight was streaming in through the windows of my pink-walled room, which I had been meaning to paint.
I opened the windows and breathed in the fresh June air. I ran downstairs excitedly. My favorite thing to do, especially in June, was swim. There was a swimming pool down the road, which I swam in daily. I didn't even notice the letter lying on the table. As I raced past my chair, I knocked into it, sending it flying into the table. Then I noticed the letter, now lying on the floor. I picked it up quickly, since our dog was known to eat anything that fell on the floor. I looked at the front. There was no stamp or return address. It said in green ink:
Miss E. Turner
The Smallest Bedroom
London, England
How did they know I lived in the smallest bedroom? I wondered. I opened it slowly. It said in the same green ink:
Dear Miss Turner,
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.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress
I was completely bamboozled. A witch? What were they thinking? I couldn't even divide with decimals properly! My mother came down the stairs.
"What's all the noise?" she asked. Then she spotted the letter. "What's that you've got?" I stared up at her.
"I- I've been accepted at a Wizarding school, Mum." I said blankly. She beamed.
"So you've got your Hogwarts letter, then?" she said. "I remember the day I got mine."
"M-mum!" I said, shocked. "You're a witch?"
"Yes," she said. "Don't tell your father."
"Why?" I asked.
"Well, I decided not to tell him and simply live normally, with no magic." she said. "I'll go write Dumbledore and tell him you got your letter."
"But Mum!" I said. "What is Hogwarts?"
"I'll tell you all about it later. Trust me, you'll be right at home there," she said vaguely. I sighed. What was going on?
When my mother had explained everything to me, I understood that everything weird that had happened to me had been magic I had unknowingly done. My mum set to work telling Dad about Hogwarts, which she had been saving until I got in, she told me. A huge argument followed.
"-not going! she's far too young-"
"-as old as I was-"
"-our daughter we're talking about-"
When Mum came out of their bedroom, she looked oddly satisfied for someone who had just been in an argument. I recognized her expression as that of someone who has just won said argument.
"Well," she smirked. "I don't think your dad will be giving us any more greif."
When September 1 rolled around, I was very excited, and also nervous. My mum and dad accompanied me to King's Cross, where Mum told me how to get onto the platform. When I vanished through the wall, I could just barely hear the thump that was my father fainting...
A scarlet steam engine stood in front of me. I looked around, and the sign said 'Platform 9 3/4'. A conductor helped me with my luggage, and I walked to an empty compartment in the back. I sat there waiting for about ten minutes before a tall boy with messy black hair opened the compartment door.
"'Scuse me, d'you mind? Everywhere else is full, and it seems my friends have deserted me." he said. I couldn't help but stare. He was gorgeous!
"Sure," I replied, "no problem."
"You new at Hogwarts?" he asked as he sat down.
"Yeah," I said. "My name's Emily Turner."
"Harry Potter," he replied. "I'm in sixth year."
"Wow, is it hard?" I asked.
"It's alright," he chuckled. "Once you get used to it."
"I can't wait to be able to use magic!" I said excitedly. Harry laughed.
"You'll start out with theories, and then basic charms and things," he explained. "It takes a lot of experience to do things like Memory Charms and stuff like that." My face fell.
"How long before I learn that?"
"Seventh year, I suppose," he said.
"Oh," I said brilliantly.
A few hours later, two people around Harry's age came in.
"Hello, Harry," the girl said.
"Emily, this is Hermione Granger," he pointed to the girl, "and Ron Weasley," he pointed to the boy behind her. "Ron, Hermione, this is Emily Turner. She's new here."
"Oh," Ron said. "Well if you get in Gryffindor, Hermione and I are prefects, so just stick with us and we'll lead you to the Common Room." I smiled slightly.
"Thanks," I said weakly, neglecting to mention I had no earthly idea what he was talking about.
"Ron, let's go," Hermione said. "We have to patrol. Sorry, Harry. Nice to meet you, Emily. Bye!" she dragged Ron out of the compartment, nearly bumping into a tall boy with blonde hair. Harry swore.
"Oh no," he muttered.
"What?" I asked.
"It's Malfoy," he replied bitterly. The blonde boy entered the compartment.
"Well, look what we have here. Potter and his new girlfriend," he drawled. I blushed.
"I'm not-" I began.
"She's not-" Harry said at the same time.
"Oh, I see. You're not," he said to me. "Another Mudblood, I suppose?"
"Shove off, Malfoy, or I'll hex you where it hurts." Harry growled.
"Oh, temper, Potter. I'm a prefect, you know." he turned to me. "That's right. Prefect. And a Slytherin. So you'd best learn your place and show me the respect I deserve."
"Malfoy, I'm warning you!" Harry said angrily.
"Or what, Potty?" Malfoy sneered.
SMACK!
Malfoy's eyes widened. I was on my feet, breathing heavily and positively seething. I don't think he expected me to slap him. He fingered the mark on his face.
"You filthy little Mu-"
"Don't - you - dare!" I said through clenched teeth. "May I point out that I am perfectly all right with slapping you a second time."
"Merlin," I heard Harry mutter. I saw a flicker of uneasiness in Malfoy's eyes, and he turned around and strode out of the compartment.
I sat back down. Harry stared at me.
"I've never seen a first year so bold!" he said.
"Yeah, well, I've had my fare share of being bullied in the past."
Hermione appeared at the compartment door.
"We're nearly there," she said.
"Thanks, Hermione," Harry said.
When we had both succesfully changed into our robes, the train was slowing down.
When we got off, a huge man called out, "Firs' years! Firs' years, follow me!"
"That's Hagrid. Follow him; I'll meet you in the Great Hall." Harry said. I nodded and followed Hagrid to the lake. I climbed in one of the boats with three other new students, and we set off across the lake.
When we arrived at the castle, Hagrid knocked three times on the huge front door. A woman with square spectacles led us into a room off the entrance hall.
"Welcome to Hogwarts," she said. "In just a few moments, you will be sorted into your houses. You will wait here until I come back."
"Oh, I hope I'm in Gryffindor!" the girl next to me whispered. The woman, who I found out was Professor McGonagall, the Transfiguration teacher, left us there for a few minutes.
"I'm Sandra Whitby," the girl next to me said.
"Emily Turner," I replied.
"What house d'you think you'll be in?" she asked.
"Er... I don't know what they are," I said.
"Oh, are you Muggle-born?"
"What's a Muggle?"
"Someone who's not a witch or wizard," she explained.
"No, then," I said. "My mum's a witch."
Just as Sandra opened her mouth to say something else, Professor McGonagall came back in.
"We're ready for you now. Follow me."
Enjoy.
-Jess
Chapter 1
I opened my green eyes at 7:00 on the morning of my eleventh birthday. Sunlight was streaming in through the windows of my pink-walled room, which I had been meaning to paint.
I opened the windows and breathed in the fresh June air. I ran downstairs excitedly. My favorite thing to do, especially in June, was swim. There was a swimming pool down the road, which I swam in daily. I didn't even notice the letter lying on the table. As I raced past my chair, I knocked into it, sending it flying into the table. Then I noticed the letter, now lying on the floor. I picked it up quickly, since our dog was known to eat anything that fell on the floor. I looked at the front. There was no stamp or return address. It said in green ink:
Miss E. Turner
The Smallest Bedroom
London, England
How did they know I lived in the smallest bedroom? I wondered. I opened it slowly. It said in the same green ink:
Dear Miss Turner,
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.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress
I was completely bamboozled. A witch? What were they thinking? I couldn't even divide with decimals properly! My mother came down the stairs.
"What's all the noise?" she asked. Then she spotted the letter. "What's that you've got?" I stared up at her.
"I- I've been accepted at a Wizarding school, Mum." I said blankly. She beamed.
"So you've got your Hogwarts letter, then?" she said. "I remember the day I got mine."
"M-mum!" I said, shocked. "You're a witch?"
"Yes," she said. "Don't tell your father."
"Why?" I asked.
"Well, I decided not to tell him and simply live normally, with no magic." she said. "I'll go write Dumbledore and tell him you got your letter."
"But Mum!" I said. "What is Hogwarts?"
"I'll tell you all about it later. Trust me, you'll be right at home there," she said vaguely. I sighed. What was going on?
When my mother had explained everything to me, I understood that everything weird that had happened to me had been magic I had unknowingly done. My mum set to work telling Dad about Hogwarts, which she had been saving until I got in, she told me. A huge argument followed.
"-not going! she's far too young-"
"-as old as I was-"
"-our daughter we're talking about-"
When Mum came out of their bedroom, she looked oddly satisfied for someone who had just been in an argument. I recognized her expression as that of someone who has just won said argument.
"Well," she smirked. "I don't think your dad will be giving us any more greif."
When September 1 rolled around, I was very excited, and also nervous. My mum and dad accompanied me to King's Cross, where Mum told me how to get onto the platform. When I vanished through the wall, I could just barely hear the thump that was my father fainting...
A scarlet steam engine stood in front of me. I looked around, and the sign said 'Platform 9 3/4'. A conductor helped me with my luggage, and I walked to an empty compartment in the back. I sat there waiting for about ten minutes before a tall boy with messy black hair opened the compartment door.
"'Scuse me, d'you mind? Everywhere else is full, and it seems my friends have deserted me." he said. I couldn't help but stare. He was gorgeous!
"Sure," I replied, "no problem."
"You new at Hogwarts?" he asked as he sat down.
"Yeah," I said. "My name's Emily Turner."
"Harry Potter," he replied. "I'm in sixth year."
"Wow, is it hard?" I asked.
"It's alright," he chuckled. "Once you get used to it."
"I can't wait to be able to use magic!" I said excitedly. Harry laughed.
"You'll start out with theories, and then basic charms and things," he explained. "It takes a lot of experience to do things like Memory Charms and stuff like that." My face fell.
"How long before I learn that?"
"Seventh year, I suppose," he said.
"Oh," I said brilliantly.
A few hours later, two people around Harry's age came in.
"Hello, Harry," the girl said.
"Emily, this is Hermione Granger," he pointed to the girl, "and Ron Weasley," he pointed to the boy behind her. "Ron, Hermione, this is Emily Turner. She's new here."
"Oh," Ron said. "Well if you get in Gryffindor, Hermione and I are prefects, so just stick with us and we'll lead you to the Common Room." I smiled slightly.
"Thanks," I said weakly, neglecting to mention I had no earthly idea what he was talking about.
"Ron, let's go," Hermione said. "We have to patrol. Sorry, Harry. Nice to meet you, Emily. Bye!" she dragged Ron out of the compartment, nearly bumping into a tall boy with blonde hair. Harry swore.
"Oh no," he muttered.
"What?" I asked.
"It's Malfoy," he replied bitterly. The blonde boy entered the compartment.
"Well, look what we have here. Potter and his new girlfriend," he drawled. I blushed.
"I'm not-" I began.
"She's not-" Harry said at the same time.
"Oh, I see. You're not," he said to me. "Another Mudblood, I suppose?"
"Shove off, Malfoy, or I'll hex you where it hurts." Harry growled.
"Oh, temper, Potter. I'm a prefect, you know." he turned to me. "That's right. Prefect. And a Slytherin. So you'd best learn your place and show me the respect I deserve."
"Malfoy, I'm warning you!" Harry said angrily.
"Or what, Potty?" Malfoy sneered.
SMACK!
Malfoy's eyes widened. I was on my feet, breathing heavily and positively seething. I don't think he expected me to slap him. He fingered the mark on his face.
"You filthy little Mu-"
"Don't - you - dare!" I said through clenched teeth. "May I point out that I am perfectly all right with slapping you a second time."
"Merlin," I heard Harry mutter. I saw a flicker of uneasiness in Malfoy's eyes, and he turned around and strode out of the compartment.
I sat back down. Harry stared at me.
"I've never seen a first year so bold!" he said.
"Yeah, well, I've had my fare share of being bullied in the past."
Hermione appeared at the compartment door.
"We're nearly there," she said.
"Thanks, Hermione," Harry said.
When we had both succesfully changed into our robes, the train was slowing down.
When we got off, a huge man called out, "Firs' years! Firs' years, follow me!"
"That's Hagrid. Follow him; I'll meet you in the Great Hall." Harry said. I nodded and followed Hagrid to the lake. I climbed in one of the boats with three other new students, and we set off across the lake.
When we arrived at the castle, Hagrid knocked three times on the huge front door. A woman with square spectacles led us into a room off the entrance hall.
"Welcome to Hogwarts," she said. "In just a few moments, you will be sorted into your houses. You will wait here until I come back."
"Oh, I hope I'm in Gryffindor!" the girl next to me whispered. The woman, who I found out was Professor McGonagall, the Transfiguration teacher, left us there for a few minutes.
"I'm Sandra Whitby," the girl next to me said.
"Emily Turner," I replied.
"What house d'you think you'll be in?" she asked.
"Er... I don't know what they are," I said.
"Oh, are you Muggle-born?"
"What's a Muggle?"
"Someone who's not a witch or wizard," she explained.
"No, then," I said. "My mum's a witch."
Just as Sandra opened her mouth to say something else, Professor McGonagall came back in.
"We're ready for you now. Follow me."
This is rather annoying me, since I thought it wasn't going to do that again. It's changed them two or three times. SO just... pretend they're quotation marks. ;D
.I mean a 13 uear old writes better than a 15 year old. It's sad when you think about ;D 
