DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the Potterverse, that pleasure goes to the wonderful Joanne Kathleen Rowling. I do own all the characters.

Chapter 1

OMG! I’m sooo excited! Today’s the day! No more St George’s, my awful, disgusting, terrible, awful, horrible school. Today I go to Hogwarts! It was really weird when a tawny owl arrived at my house and delivered a letter. I wonder if that’s how Wizards co-ordinate? Yes! Wizards! But, I’m a witch. Not an old, mean witch with a crooked nose. Don’t think I’m crazy, but I’m going to a school of magic! My mother didn’t believe it at first. Me, Katherine (Kath) Eleanor Sharp, special? Then another owl arrived, with a letter from the headmistress, Professor A. Middleton. There were instructions on how to get to a magical street where I could buy school supplies (it was called Diagon Alley), about how I would be sorted into a house by a magical hat and if I used my powers out of school time, I would get a warning from the Ministry of magic (the wizard government).
My mum’s grumpy, because she had put me down for Lyndon, where everyone else was going. As if! I was glad to find I never had to see any of the bullies from St George’s ever again. I’m small for my age. That’s why they picked on me. All the other girls didn’t try and make friends in fear that they’d be bullied too. I was the one on the outside. Break and lunch were torture. I hope I make friends at Hogwarts. Oh, no, now I’ve set myself off. What if they use spells on me? I better try and be tough, then.
Gryffindor of Hufflepuff or Ravenclaw sound like the best houses. I couldn’t bear being put in Slytherin. But maybe it’s not so bad. I wouldn’t anyway, because of my blood-status (fancy wizard language.) I’m a muggle-born. That means I was born from two non-magical people. I'm still really excited to leave!

Chapter index:
Chapter one
Chapter two
Chapter three
Chapter four
Chapter five
Chapter 6

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Chapter 2
A few days later, I went to visit the strange, cobbled street. I had my list of books and uniform and whatever clutched in my hand. I went by myself. My mother had left me alone, so she could get some things in non-wizarding London. Before anything else, like the head had said in her letter, I went to exchange my muggle money for wizarding gold, so I could buy my school supplies.
Next, I went into a little shop called Madam Malkin’s robes for all occasions. The woman in there was very kind, fussing round. She didn’t need the list to know what robes first-years would need.

I then went into Ollivander’s, an ancient shop where wizards had brought their wands for generations. The headmistress had told me all about each shop. A man got me to wave loads of different wands to find just the right one. It was a slight disaster. A few that I tried made boxes and things go flying everywhere, but the man wasn’t fussed. He just flicked his own wand and everything went back to it’s place. I’ll never be able to do magic as well as that. I finally found the perfect one. “Hmm, 10.3" mahogany wood with a dragon heartstring core and a sturdy quality. Seems about right,” the shopkeeper said. ‘Would you like to purchase a case?’ he added. I did, as I wasn’t sure whether I needed one or not, but it sounded like a useful accessory. I thanked him, wondering out of the shop.

I also needed to get my potions ingredients, stationary, a pet (not needed, but I really wanted an owl) and there’s a joke shop called Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes which looks excellent– I want to see wizard pranks and jokes, but I saw a big ice-cream parlour and as it was a hot summer’s day, I decided to go in. There were all sorts of strange flavours as well as the usual. I asked the shopkeeper what the Bertie Botts every flavour ice-cream was. She said that it was a suprise what you got and I better watch out. I decided to be daring and try one– I nearly threw up on that first lick. Soap! I got used to it. There was a little kid on the table next to me with his mum. He had vomit flavour, so I suppose I should count myself lucky.

I looked at my watch after finishing the ice-cream. I was meant to meet my mum in 5 minutes! I ran towards the Apothecary and picked up the ingredients. There was a long queue and I realised I’d be there a while. Luckily, it went down very quickly and I was at the front in no time. I paid, then ran to my next stop: Eeylops owl Emporium. I saw a beautiful white owl who I fell in love with straight away.
I was really tight for time, so I debated with myself whether to go to WWW or not. I decided that my mother would be late as usual and she wouldn’t get too cross. When I opened the door of the colourful shop, I was amazed. It was crowded with people. Headless hats! Dungbombs! Ton tongue toffee! Everything I could possibly imagine! I grabbed some of the toffee and a headless hat. They were the things that really caught my eye.

Then I ran the length of the street and went through the bar back to muggle London. When I reached the spot where I was meant to be meeting my mother, she was there, yelling at me. “WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN? I’VE BEEN REALLY WORRIED! I WAS ABOUT TO CALL THE POLICE TO LOOK FOR YOU!” she screamed. Exaggerating as usual. Why my mother’s so horrible, I don’t know. “I-It took a little while to find all my supplies,” I stammered, feeling uncomfortable. Everyone was staring at us, now. “Come on, you brat,” my mum dragged me towards the car. I can’t wait to leave for Hogwarts.

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Chapter three
What I experienced then wasn’t good. It involved slapping, more shouting and more screaming. I don’t understand why she hates me so much, I really don’t. She used to be much nicer before my dad died, though. It must be why she’s never in a good mood. But now it’s time to go! We live very near Kings Cross station, so I’m expected to walk there myself. I get the option of staying at Christmas and Easter at my wonderful new school. It’s a shame I can’t stay summer too. But I’ll definitely take the offer.

I went down the stairs, humming with a giant grin on my face. I said goodbye to my mum, with no expression and, I know it’s terrible, no sadness that I had to leave her. Picking up my heavy trunk and holding my owl, which I had named Bianca, in her cage in my other hand. I crossed the road, walked up Downing street, crossed another road and I was there. It was really busy. Everyone seemed to be travelling by train. I saw platform eight, hurrying to the next. And the next. I looked at my letter. Platform nine and three quarters? It just wasn’t there. “Excuse me, sir, could you tell me how to get to Platform nine and three quarters?” I asked a guy in a uniform who looked like staff. As soon as I’d said it, I knew that it had made him think I was crazy. He laughed, but looked puzzled. “Three kids have asked me that this morning,” he said. “And the answer is that it doesn’t exist,” he added. I was really surprised. Was this all some sort of joke? The letter had looked real enough.

Then I saw a quite old woman with three sons and two daughters, all with bright red hair. They looked jolly and relaxed- except their mother. She was flustering round, hurrying them towards a brick wall. A brick wall? She saw me watching her and kindly checked on me. “Are you okay, dear?” she asked me. It was risky, but she looked the one that could help me. “I–I don’t suppose you know how to board the Hogwarts train, miss? I’m a muggle-born,” I said, hoping that she was a witch. “And first -year, I s’pose? Yes, my son, Lewis will be in your year, too. Just walk through this wall. I’m Megan Weasley. Watch Eleanor, now,” Mrs Weasley smiled at me. Suddenly, one of her daughters just– well, disappeared through the wall. I tried next, really worried that I’d crash and wouldn’t get through. I found myself on a funny sort of platform, with signs saying nine and three quarters. The train was just pulling in. Lewis stood next to me, his face shining as he waved to his mum. “Isn’t it brilliant to finally go to Hogwarts?” he beamed at me, not at all shy. I nodded. He obviously was well educated on wizardry. He’d probably be best in the year. I looked towards the other children. “Are they all your brothers and sisters? I’m an only child,” I said. “Lucky thing,” Lewis smiled. “And you’re a muggle-born right?” he asked. A girl must’ve overheard our conversation. She came up with two others behind her. “Not ANOTHER mudblood. Hanging with a blood-traitor. Filth, I tell you,” she sighed, meanly. Lewis’ ears turned red. I didn’t know exactly what her language meant, but it was obviously something bad. “Mudblood’s a dirty word for muggle-born. And blood-traitor means pure-bloods who show respect to muggles. We’re the biggest blood-traitor family in England. That’s Poppy Yaxley, great grand-daughter of Death Eaters,” Lewis muttered to me. I knew what pure-bloods and half-bloods were, though. And Death Eaters. It was all explained in the letter except dirty names. “Back off, Yaxley,” he said, suddenly louder. “Are you proud to be a pure-blood. A pure-blood great grand-daughter of Death Eaters. Mmm, being evil really gets you loads of friends. Oh yeah, it doesn’t. But you seem to have plenty of followers. They do all your errands and everything,” Lewis had taken him by surprise. Poppy seemed to be taken aback. She scowled, walked away and turned. “I’ll get you back for that, Weasley,” she said, turning back to make a, most likely horrible, comment to her cronies. Lewis just laughed, but I could tell he was upset, really.

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Chapter four
Then it was time to board the train! Lewis seemed to know exactly what he was doing. As though he’d done this a million times before. He said that his older siblings had told him every bit about each centimetre of the castle. Apparently, it’s huge. I hope I don’t get lost. Then he bet me a galleon that Eleanor wouldn’t come and bother us while we were on the train. I think he was being kind because it was obvious she would and Lewis must’ve sussed that I don’t have a galleon to give him. I was right. The evil one came after about five minutes, using the same disgusting names as before. Lewis told her to back off, but she didn’t listen.
“He said back off, Yaxley,” a voice came from behind us. I turned, surprised.
“What’s your problem?” a different girl’s voice said.
“Allow us to introduce ourselves, Katherine. I’m Cody and this is Lights. We’re twins. First-years as well,” Cody smiled at me. It was easy to tell they were twins, yet they looked so...different. Cody had her hair tied up in a tight braid and Lights had it loose. They both had blonde hair and identical faces. Cody had a determined look and seemed a bit of a tomboy. Lights looked easygoing, all dressed in pink. “Yaxley’s family are old– say, enemies of ours,” they said at the exact same time. Poppy did back off and Lewis looked impressed.
“Want to sit with us?” he offered. They sat down opposite us, laying down some sweets that they’d brought from the food trolley.
“What’s this?” I asked them, holding up a little package labelled “Chocolate Frog”.
“Basically a frog made of chocolate. They’re hard to catch, though. And each one has a card inside it about a famous wizard. I collect them. It’s just Harry Potter that I need now. You know that he was my Great-Granddad’s best friend? Ron Weasley was his name,’ Lewis sat up, proudly. The twins looked impressed, but I didn’t actually know who this Harry Potter person was.
“Harry Potter?” I asked, blankly. They looked at me, apparently gobsmacked.
“You don’t know the greatest wizard of all t– Oh, yeah, your a muggle-born. He defeated Voldemort who was taking over the world and murdering everyone. That’s pretty much it,” Lewis explained. “I expect we’ll learn about it in History of Magic. Or not– Eleanor said that it’s the only subject taught by a ghost and it’s ultra boring,” he added, as I reached forward to a little packet of Bertie Botts Every Flavour BEANS! I expected they were like the ice-cream, so I took some. The first one I tried was red chilli. My friends laughed, good-humouredly at my bright red face.

Suddenly, the train came to a halt outside some golden carriages pulled by three amazing things with wings that looked a bit like horses. “Wow, they’re amazing!” I said to Lewis as we got off. “The wings are a bit like bat wings, aren’t they?” I noticed.
“What are?” he said blankly. “There’s nothing there. Just some carriages pulled by nothing. The way it’s always been,” Lewis said. I must’ve sounded mad.
“Bu-,” I stopped. There was no point. It was really weird how I could see them, but he couldn’t.
“We can see them too,” the twins chorused in unity. “They’re thestrals. You can only see them if you’ve seen death,” they whispered. I could see them looking upset at this point, so I didn’t ask. I saw my dad dye. It was horrible.

We climbed into the carriages, one by one. All the first-years round us were muttering and whispering about how nervous they were about the sorting. I wasn’t too bothered until I heard this. Did it really matter?
“What if my family are disappointed in me?”
“What if I’m Slytherin?”
“My whole family have been in Slytherin, what if I’m GRYFFINDOR?”
Now I’m worried No, now I’m really worried.

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Chapter five
Then was the sorting. First, a brown hat with a face sang a song about the houses. I was barely listening, I was so scared. Cody and Lights were first because their surname was Brighton. Even Cody looked worried as her name was called out. She sat on a stool and someone put the sorting hat on. “Gryffindor!” he called out without pausing to think about it. Cody looked relieved and sat down at a table covered in red and gold, every Gryffindor cheering.
“Brighton, Lights,” my friend’s name was called. She stepped up, sitting elegantly on the stool.
The sorting hat stopped, apparently thinking before shouting: “Hufflepuff!” Cody looked startled and Lights looked as though she was going to burst into tears. The new Hufflepuff sat down at the table decorated in yellow and black.
“Cumby, Millicent,” was called. “Ravenclaw!”
“Downton, Nigel” was another. “Slytherin!” and so it went on.
By the time it was my go, I was practically shaking. “Sharp, Katherine,” they called. I sat on the stool, nervously awaiting the result. A frosty-looking mistress gave me a horrible look. “You would do well in Ravenclaw, my dear,” it whispered to me.
“What about Gryffindor? Or Hufflepuff?” I pleaded.
“If you’re sure, then,” it made an action like a shrug. “Gryffindor!” he shouted. I sighed, running down the steps to the Gryffindor table, where Cody still looked upset.
“Are you ok?” I asked. She shrugged, turning to watch the rest of the sorting. It went on, until it was Lewis’ turn.
“Weasley, Lewis,” all his large family at the Gryffindor table held their breath. “Gryffindor!” it shouted immediately. He came to sit next to me, getting the loudest applause so far, with a giant grin spread over his face.
“Yaxley, Poppy!” was called.
“Slytherin,” Lewis whispered to me.
“Slytherin!” the hat called out.
It was over. Time for the feast...

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Chapter 6
I sat in silence, waiting for something to be said. Then, the headmistress spoke. “Welcome back to Hogwarts, all of you– except the first-years who I’m sure will love Hogwarts just as much as the older students,” Professor Middleton smiled, warmly. “This year, before we tuck in to this delicious feast made by the amazing house elves, I have a few things to say. First, as always, no-one is to go into the forbidden forest without a professor and a good reason. Next, I’d like to welcome our new Care Of Magical Creatures teacher, Professor Lovegood, who I’m sure will be very happy here,” the headmistress stopped, while a dreamy-looking, blonde, young woman stood up and nodded. “And finally, as usual, there will be no magic in the corridors unless there is an emergency. Now, let the feast begin!” she finished, sitting down to her own meal. I have to say, these house elves did a good job. I wasn’t really very hungry, but because it looked so delicious, I had to pile my plate up. Cody didn’t eat much, still looking very shocked. Lights looked over at our table every two seconds, longingly. It was really uncomfortable.

After the feast, the Gryffindor prefects called all of us first-years to follow them to the common room. They led us out, up to some strange staircases. They moved! It was quite hard getting to the common room. We stopped outside a portrait, which was also moving! It was a picture of a quite large lady. Cody didn’t looked surprised at all, just sad. The prefect said “planta genista!” and the fat lady swung open! We all climbed through to a cosy room with large armchairs and a warm fire. Me, Lewis and Cody sat down, where Lewis offered us a chocolate frog that was leftover from the train. I said no, because I was stuffed after the feast. The prefects were introducing themselves in the corner, so we went to say hello. “I’m Selina and this is Dan,” she smiled at us. After that, I went up to the dorm, because I was so tired from the journey. I’d been up early in the morning, desperate to leave, but it didn’t make time pass any more quickly. I sank on to the nearest bed, covered by a patchwork quilt.

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