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When Louise and her friends awaken to find themselves on the Hogwarts Express, it's a dream come true.
Until the reality sinks in. Louise is alone and isolated in the house of the snakes. How is she going to make great changes to the world when she is in the house who hates her for her parentage?
Will Louise manage to maintain her long running friendships and subsequent alienating of her own house? Or will she somehow beat the odds, save Harry Potter AND her houses rep
As I slowly drift back from my dreams, a rumbling, vibration feeling fills my senses. In my somehow seated position, my head is lying against a hard, smooth, cool glasslike substance, sitting on a comfortable yet straight backed chair. Murmurs and slight chatting come from the other side of my make shift headrest.
This is not my bedroom.
Cautiously, I decide to open my eyes. My face is smudged up against a see through glass and, looking through it, I see a similar glass on the opposite side of a small hallway. The other glass panel has a red curtain covering it from the inside. I lift my head to find the glass panel is in fact, a door.
I turn my eyes to the room I am in. The first object to catch my eye is a young, auburn haired female in black jeans and a black hoodie.
Frowning, I continue looking in the carriage, seeing four others in the compartment, a tall boy, and three girls, one of them blinking around, much like me.
"Hullo." I say bluntly, speech still addled by sleep.
"Hi." She says back, lifting an arm to push her short blonde hair from her face, next to her a large window gives us a view of countryside passing by.
"I'm Louise, and you?" I ask, looking back at her.
"Hannah." She answers, eyeing me warily. "Any idea where we are?"
"On a train?" I Answer-ask.
"How did we get here? Last I remember is going to bed last night." The girl frowns, blinking slowly, her light blue eyes dulled by sleep.
"Same. But this is definitely not where I fell asleep." I inform the young girl, "Do you know who they are?" I ask Hannah, glancing away from her towards the two girls next to her.
"No." She says, looking out the glass door distractedly.
"Okay then. What about where we are?" I try again.
"You answered that one, we're on a train." She replies, light blue eyes flicking past me and back towards the window, right next to her.
"Okay. So neither of us know where we are. We have just been packed in a train and you are okay with it?" I ask skeptically.
"I only woke up about a minute before you. And there's no point crying about it. I presumed one of you would know." She replies.
"And your parents? Your family? You were moved here in the middle of the night!" I exclaim.
"Yeah, but this is a dream." She answers.
"It doesn't feel like a dream to me." I inform her before a grunt from beside me distracts the two of us.
The only boy in the compartment jerks up, looking around before fixing dark blue eyes on Hannah.
"Where 'm I?" He asks slowly as he stretches.
"On a train." I answer, he turns to look at me.
"Well no duh Sherlock!" He groans. "Uh...who are you?" He then asks, his eyes switching to Hannah.
"I'm Louise and that's Hannah." I tell him.
"I'm Gregor." He says, looking to the petite ginger in front of him.
"God! That cannot be comfy!" He winces.
Hannah and I look to the girl to see she was sitting straight backed with her chin tilted, leaning on her chest.
"She's gonna have one sore neck when she wakes." I agree, wincing.
Then something triggers.
"Gregor?" I repeat, looking from him to Hannah to the ginger. "No freaking way!" I then shout, causing the auburn girl in front of me to jerk awake, glaring around her.
"What?" Gregor hisses
"Gregor Forester?" I ask. His head shoots back to mine, eyes wide.
"How do you-?" He begins but I cut him off, turning to Hannah.
"Hannah Gray?" I say to her hesitantly, she nods, looking wearily between me and Gregor.
"I'm Louise!" I exclaim, but they both give me blank looks as the glaring girl begins to sit up. "Louise Nelson." I finish, a grin appearing on my face.
"Well that certainly is an odd coincidence," Gregor says, "but last I remember you were all like 19 years old, not, what? Ten? This is some weird ass dream!"
"How the heck do I know?" I answer.
"Huh? Wha's goin' on?" The newly awakened girls glare had turned into a blank expression as she looks between Gregor and me.
"We've all been kidnapped." I inform her with a wry grin.
"Huh? Why are you happy about that? Who are you?" I roll my eyes at her as her eyes widen, backing further into the cushioned seat behind her.
"Same questions every time." I mock sigh before leaning forward and shaking the still sleeping ginger.
Steph, Hannah, Gregor and Louise," Gregor answers Megan as Steph looks up, blinking innocently at us.
I turn to the last girl in the compartment, a girl I vaguely recognize, but whom had never met my four childhood friends.
Katherine Pillox. My best friend from College. What is she doing here?
"You better have tea." The younger form of Steph tells me, light blue eyes narrowed dangerously.
I shake Katherine slightly, watching as she shakes her head and scrunched her face before finally opening her eyes to look around, looking panicky once she realizes her situation.
"Apparently we've been kidnapped," Megan tells Steph. Katherine jerks back, I quickly get of my seat and kneel on the floor in front of her as her breathing begins to come in sharp, shaky pants.
"Katherine," I begin, "it's all right. I'm Louise from College. These are the people whom I introduced you to."
"You’re all ten years old!" Katherine exclaims, beginning to shake.
"So are you." Gregor unhelpfully informs her, making her glare at him.
"I'm eighteen years old, thank you." She states slowly, calming down.
"Yeah, so am I," Gregor informs her.
"And I'm nineteen." I tell them. Behind me, I hear Hannah moving.
"I'm eighteen too. This is some weird ass dream." She informs us, I smirk at her bluntness.
"But-" Katherine tries, blankly staring at us.
"So? Where's my tea?" Steph asks, I turn to glare at her to find her smiling gently at Katherine.
Before any of us could answer, the compartment door slides open and we all turn to face the small, bushy brown haired girl who walks in.
"Hi, have any of you seen a toad? Neville lost his," she asks in a prim voice, stepping to the side to allow us to see a plump, black haired boy sniveling silently.
"No, sorry." I say, staring up at the girl with eyes wide open, realization dawning. "You could get an older person to try a summoning charm though."
"What?" Hannah, Gregor and Megan exclaim, looking at me as though I was nuts.
"Why didn't I think of that?" The girl complains, slumping slightly.
"We can't all be geniuses like me." I tell her with a grin.
"I'm Hermione Granger. And you are?" The girl informs me, holding out her hand, I stand back up and step over Gregor’s feet to take it, a grin forming, I don't care if this is a dream or not, this is awesome.
"Louise." I tell her, shaking the hand. "That's Gregor next to me, Katherine at the end, Hannah and Steph there and Megan next to me." I inform her, the others are all frozen in vague versions of shock.
"Are you all first years too?" She asks, I nod. "Great! What houses do you want to be in? I've read all about them in-"
"Hogwarts: A History" I answer for her, "don't you have a toad to find?"
"Oh yeah! Thanks." Hermione says before turning and leaving, taking Neville with her.
I turn back to my friends
"Oh. My. Goodness." I exclaim alongside Gregor.
"What!?" Katherine snaps, glaring from Gregor to me to the door.
"That was Hermione Granger!" I inform her.
"So that means..." Hannah begins, Megan, Gregor and I answer her.
"We're going to Hogwarts!" We shout simultaneously.
"But we're muggles." Katherine informs us slowly, "we can't do magic."
"We can't be on the express if we can't do magic." Gregor answers. "And how do you explain us all being eleven if we can't do magic?"
"A dream?" Hannah answers this time.
"Well, there's a bunch of trunks up there," I point to the shelves above our heads, "they're bound to have wands in them!"
Deciding my logic is sound, we reach up to our respective trunks. Unclamping it, I find a stick of deep brown wood stuck on a piece of paper. I reach for the paper first.
Louise, I am sorry for the confusion you must be experiencing around about now. But this is necessary to save the future of both of our kinds. The magic I used to take you and your friends back in time, was a complex and taxing one, so I won't be able to see you face to face or correspond until after the Christmas break when I will be able to join you. The spell I created and used, has given you each magic and identification in the wizarding world. It will be up to you and your friends to create to and stick to a credible story. Your wand, as is attached to this sheet, has been specially crafted to serve you. It is a 10 and 3/4 length hazel wood wand with a Unicorn Hair core. I hope that it shall serve you well as you go around creating a better wizarding world.
Taking the wand in my hand, I close my eyes in bliss as a feeling of completeness and energy sores through me.
"Alder wood, Unicorn Hair core," Steph says as I turn from my trunk to look at everyone else. She is holding the wand in her left hand and letter in her right, looking at her wand with wide eyes.
I pout seeing it is a good bit longer than mine. Turing from Steph, I turn to see everyone else holding different sizes and colours of wands.
After ten full minutes of jubilation, Gregor yet again asks the question niggling at the back of my mind.
"Seriously though, why do we look ten?”
"I'm guessing we're 11, to be going to Hogwarts," Megan answers, with nothing else to go on, we all shrug.
"And Harry, are we gonna try and help him?” I add in.
"Well yes!" Gregor voices with a well duh! Roll of his eyes.
"Befriend him and tell him the future!? He'll think we're nuts!" Hannah adds.
"Well help him subtly? Pretend we have prophetic dreams or something?" Megan asks, I frown, that could work. "But we'd have to research it, if we befriend Harry, we befriend Hermione," Megan adds, "and she'd find us out pretty quickly.
"What about Halloween? We can't put them in danger if we know about it! They're kids at this stage!" I exclaim.
"Louise, they're kids for the next seven years, and so are we!" Katherine reminds me.
"But we have the minds of of age witches, therefore we're responsible."
"No, Dumbledore’s responsible." Gregor puts in.
"Dumbledore won't do jack shit!" I shout, the cabin resounds in silence. The other four looking at me in shock.
"I agree with Emma," Hannah starts weakly, "I've heard all the reasoning’s behind Dumbledore’s being no help," she adds at the four glares turning her way.
"And what are they?" Megan asked.
The door opens, cutting me off pre-rant,
"Anything from the trolley dears?" The little lady asks, my stomach plummets, nineteen in mind or not, sweeties for breakfast is appealing as hell.
Desperately checking my pockets, my eyes light up at the unfamiliar feel of coinage, and a paper note, talking them out, I see two silver coins, three brown coins and a gold.
Knut, sickle and galleon.
"Yes please," I grin, getting up and looking at the sweets.
Two cauldron cakes and three fizzing whiz bees later, its Gregor’s turn. Who needs to borrow my two sickles and galleon to pay for his bucket load of sweets? I get a Knut back.
"Between you and Harry", I say to Gregor, "they'll be no sweets left." He just grins.
I turn to the paper which had been in my pocket.
Miss Nelson, you and your friends have been brought back in order to help the wizarding world which was falling into disrepair in your current time. By befriending and changing the views of certain classmates, I am sure you all can do wonders to save our world.
Many thanks, D.
"Huh?" I ask, looking at the back of the note.
"What?" Steph asks after swallowing a mouthful of sweets.
"Looks like we got another note," I tell her, the other four lean in and read it together, "and he signed it."
"Who's D? Dumbledore?" Hannah asks.
"No, it can't be, Dumbledore dies, remember?" Gregor puts in.
"Point." Hannah concedes.
"Then who the hell is it?" I blurt out, but with no further notes to be found, we give up on trying to speculate and instead turn to the mound of sweets on the floor between us.
As the sky outside darkens, we quiet once more, Steph falling back asleep. Eventually, we are jerked back to awareness by a loud voice filling the carriage.
"We will be reaching Hogwarts in five minutes time. Please leave your luggage on the train, it will be taken to the school separately."
Looking around bleary eyed, I catch sight of the luggage which had been hastily stuffed above Steph and Megan's heads and snort, beginning to giggle.
"What?" Hannah asks, leaning forward to stare at me past Gregor.
"Imagine taking these on the boats," I say through the giggles, nodding towards the suitcases. Steph smiles sleepily and we lapse back into a tired silence.
When the train does stop, we join the end of the throng heading out of the carriage and out onto the cold platform, shivering and pulling our cloaks tighter as we look around.
Over the heads of everyone, I notice a small, yellow flame, nice and smug inside a lamp. I grin as I hear the familiar voice.
"C'mon, follow me - any more firs' years? Mind yer step, now! Firs' years follow me!" Hagrid's voice calls over the thunderous chattering of the students around us. I grin, my heart racing as we walk over to the ginormous, hairy man.
Next to me stands Draco Malfoy, platinum blonde hair shining in the tiny light as he mutters about the oaf. I ignore him, not wanting him to spoil my mood.
The path Hagrid leads us down is pitch black, all I can see is Malfoy's almost pure white hair. Behind me Steph has grabbed the back of my cloak for support as we blindly make our way down.
"Yeh'll get yer firs' sight o' Hogwarts in a sec," Hagrid eventually calls, him and his tiny light disappearing round a corner, "jus' 'round this bend here."
In front, as people rounded the corner, they all said "oooooh" Malfoy pushes the girl in front of him then rounds the corner. I am next.
"Wow!" I say as I turn, seeing the large, glittering castle in front of me sitting perilously on the edge of a huge, black cliff.
"Wow, it's big!" Steph whispers from behind, releasing her hold on my cloak.
"No more'n four to a boat!" Hagrid informs us, drawing my attention to a fleet of small boats floating on the murky water.
With a silent discussion, Steph, Megan, Katherine and I end up in one boat, Gregor and Hannah in another with Hermione and Neville.
"Everyone in?" Hagrid shouts just as I get comfortable in the boat. "Right then - FORWARD!"
We all move off, gliding smoothly over the dark water, everyone silent as we gaze up at the slowly nearing castle.
I subconsciously reach into my pocket before pulling my hand back and groaning softly in disappointment.
"What?" Megan and Steph ask at once, turning to glare at me.
"My phone." I groan, staring sadly at the castle. "No phone. No Internet. No tv."
"Oh!" Steph realizes with a start. "Not good."
"Supernatural, Doctor Who, Once soon a time, the new Harry Potter book. We're gonna miss it all." My eyes sting as I imagine the catch up we will have to do.
"Yep. But being at Hogwarts makes it worth it all." Katherine tries to comfort me.
"Heads down!" Hagrid orders suddenly as the boats near a narrow part of the cliff. I bend my head, staring at my clasped hands which are starting to become clammy, despite the coldness in the air.
The boats come to a stop and we all clamber out, rocks and pebbles crunching under our feet as we look up to the castle.
"Oy, you there!" Hagrid calls, looking past me and to the right, directly at a small, chubby boy. "Is this your toad?"
"Trevor!" Neville cries, holding out his hands for the slimy creature.
Hagrid then proceeds to lead us up to the stone steps, towards the huge oak door.
"Everyone here? You there, still got your toad?" Neville nods Hagrid raises a huge fist, knocking three times on the door.
It swung open and Professor McGonagall stood there, her black hair up in a tight bun, a stern expression on her face.
"The firs'-years, Professor McGonagall," Hagrid informs her.
"Thank you, Hagrid, I will take them from here" She pulls the door wider, allowing us to see the Entrance hall and clamber in.
The stone walls reached up and up, dwarfing us, I couldn't even see the ceiling, Harry was not exaggerating. In front was a magnificent marble staircase, leading further in. The urge to explore the endless corridors and rooms overcame me but I stayed still. I will have all year to do so.
"I can't wait to explore this place!" Steph whispers to me, eyes wide and a grin on her face.
"Ditto." I reply in equal wonder and excitement.
McGonagall leads us through a side door before turning to speak, everyone immediately falling silent as she does.
"Welcome to Hogwarts," McGonagall begins, "the start-of-term banquet will begin shortly, but before you take your seats in the Great Hall, you will be sorted into your houses. The Sorting is a very important ceremony because while you..."
"How long do you think it took for her to perfect that speech?" I whisper to Steph and Katherine of whom I am squished in the middle. Katherine glares at me, telling me to shut up. Steph sniggers.
"Excuse me, do we have a problem?" McGonagall asks, turning her full glare in our direction.
"No, sorry miss," I murmur, feeling my face heat up as everyone turns to stare at us.
"As I was saying, at the end of the year, the house with the most points is awarded the House Cup, a great honor. I hope each of you will be a credit to whichever house becomes yours." She pointedly stares right at me as she says this.
"The Sorting Ceremony will take place in a few minutes in front of the rest of the school. I suggest you all smarten yourselves up as much as you can while you are waiting." she glanced around, her eyes lingering on Neville and Ron, "I shall return when we are ready for you," She adds, "Please wait quietly." she left, and I turn to my friends as tons of conversations start at once.
"Yeah, that's smart," I begin with a snort, "believing we will remain quiet!" Megan rolls her eyes.
"What houses do you guys think you'll be in?" Hannah asks, "I'm either Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff.
"Slytherin or Gryffindor," I answer immediately.
Several people next to us scream causing us to look up.
"What the-" Harry exclaims in the silence. Looking behind me, I see the ghosts slowly glide through the wall.
"Wow! Even better in real life!" I tell Megan and Katherine who nod in agreement, eyes wide.
I spend the conversation staring at the silvery-white see-througness of the ghosts in wonder and, just as I'm about to ask how they talk when they don't breathe, Professor McGonagall walks back in.
"Move along now," She orders sharply, "The Sorting Ceremony's about to start." The ghosts, to my disappointment, float away. "Now, form a line and follow me." I quickly jump behind Gregor, Megan lands up behind me and we walkout of the entrance hall and into the Great Hall.
Millions of candles hang around the walls and float above the tables, four huge tables each sitting a couple of hundred students.
From somewhere in front, I hear Hermione whisper about the ceiling. I refuse to look up, knowing that if I do I will end up tripping. Instead, I watch McGonagall. I watch her put a dirty, three legged stool down, the old, black sorting hat above it. I stare at the hat, counting down.
The hat begins to sing a long, three minute song. I applause when it is over. Professor McGonagall steps forward, unrolling a long piece of parchment.
"When I call your name, you will put on the hat and sit on the stool to be sorted," She tells us before immediately shouting the first name.
Pink faced, blonde haired Hannah stumbles out of the crowd, puts the hat on, covering her eyes and mouth. The hat takes a moment to decide before shouting it decision.
The table to our left claps and cheers as a smiling Hannah runs over to join them.
"Bones Susan." went up next, getting sorted into Hufflepuff as well, she runs over to sit next to Hannah.
"You'll be soon." I tell Steph, she gulps, going unnaturally pale.
"Boot Terry" goes to Ravenclaw, the table second to the left cheering for him.
"Brocklehurst Mandy" quickly joined Terry whilst Lavender Brown went to Gryffindor. The table to the far left clapping this time.
"Brown Stephanie." Steph gulps again before slowly walking over and picking up her hat. Her terrified face quickly vanishing under the black hat. It takes a couple minutes before a decision is finally made.
"Gryffindor." A grinning Steph then replaces the hat before running over to sit next to Lavender.
Millicent Bullstrode came after her, becoming the first Slytherin. Then Crabbe joined her before Justin-Finch-Flethly found himself in Ravenclaw. Another name I know personally came up after wards.
"Finlay Megan." I had to give Megan a push in order to force her to step up. The decision was a long one. Eventually, the hat opened its mouth.
"Hufflepuff." I raise an eyebrow as she joins the table. I had honestly expected her to be in Ravenclaw. After Megan was Seamus Finnegan before another name I knew, yet not from the Potter universe came up.
Gregor then proceeds to walk up to the stool.
"Ravenclaw." the hats decision was instantaneous.
After Gregor went Goyle who quickly joined Crabbe at the Slytherin table.
Hermione was called up after, sitting next to Steph once her house had been called.
I smile encouragingly at Hannah as she nervously takes the hat. Her decision is another immediate one.
She grins as she walks over to sit next to Megan.
Neville is after Hannah, taking a seat opposite Hermione, Steph and Lavender. Two Slytherins, Morag McDougal and Draco Malfoy follow him. Then comes the name I have been both dreading and anticipating.
I gulp, my feet suddenly jelly as I walk towards the hat, trying and failing miserably to ignore the thousands of eyes on me. Taking a seat on the stool, I place the musty hat on my head, thankfully hiding the stares.
'Another from the future then, hmm?' The hat asks as I settle on the seat. Not another instantaneous answer then, I think wryly.
'Yeah, suppose it looks that way, huh?' I reply.
'Two houses would suit you well,' I am them informed, 'Slytherin or Gryffindor.'
'Why those two? Why not the other two?' I immediately ask.
'Although you hold your friends incredibly dear to you, you are not as willing to create a large group, as would be expected of a Hufflepuff. As for Ravenclaw, you are certainly smart enough, yet you hold your knowledge and use it to get what you want, Ravenclaw's use their knowledge to be the best, something you are not at all fond off, you would not fit in here, at all.'
'Fair enough,' I agree with a shrug.
'But you do have a curious mind, a very unique way of thinking,' He tells me slowly, thinking it through.
'In other words, clean and simple insanity,' I answer dryly, grinning.
'You will do whatever it takes to help those you consider friends, or to correct what you believe is wrong. You have a way of making people like you - you may do well in changing the Slytherin House for good, I think it's decided.