Stirring Cauldrons

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Hannah flopped onto her bed. She opened up her potions homework and started to read. Potions was her favorite subject that she took at her school. She smiled. Her parents can’t stop her from making the Picknia Draught to help her clean her room like there wasn’t any tomorrow. It will make a 5 hour chore turn into the five minute chore. She smiled. Summer Break was going wonderfully though she couldn’t wait to get back to Wand Wavers. As a would be Grade Eight, she had a whole lot of homework to get herself ready for the Ordinary Wizarding Levels, even on the holidays. She felt a tap on her window and looked in that direction. Five owls were anxiously pecking at the transparent glass, trying to gain entry to finish their job. She walked over and opened her window. The owls toppled over one another onto her desk. She smiled when she saw what was attached to their feet. Presents.

“Little late there. My birthday was yesterday, July 27th. Better late then never I always say.” She laughed. She removed the first package from the tawny owls feet. She unwrapped it and smiled at the latest issue of Potion Lovers Monthly and a certificate to get one of the many cauldrons at the end of the issue for free. Hannah smiled and put it aside to look at later. The second one was a barn owl. This package contained a green beaded bracelet.

“Awww…how cute. A Dragons Bracelet. Finally something I can wear to show support for my team.” Hannah spoke to herself happily. She looked at the next one. This one was curiously rare. A Mexican Brown Owl.

“Who do I know that owns you?” She asked. She took the package up into her hands. She looked through it in horror. It was a pamphlet of Diagon Alley, a map of Hogwarts Grounds and Hogwarts Castle, instructions for the sorting ceremony she was to take part in, and a Hogwarts acceptance letter.

“Mom! Dad! Get in here please!” Hannah shouted at them, forgetting about the other two owls, doing nothing with them but releasing their loads. Her parents stormed in and asked what was wrong. Hannah threw the whole stack of paper at them. They looked at them guiltily.

“What the heck is this?” She asked angrily. Her mother kept silent for once in her life, leaving Hannah’s father to explain to the fuming daughter.

“I…well…I got promoted yesterday.” He uttered after a few moments. Hannah’s expression changed to one of congradulations.

“Wonderful. Now what does this have to do with Hogwarts? Which is in England by the way!” She asked. Her dad placed an uneasy hand behind his head. It looked like they were expecting one of her potions to blow up that very second. And in some sense…it did.

“You can’t do this to me! I have spent seven years at Wand Wavers…it’s the middle of my Wand Wavers experience! I have friends there…I can’t believe this is happening to me.” She yelled.

“Hannah, please be reasonable. We can’t possibly leave you all on your own. You know that I cannot do magic honey.” Her mother spoke, trying to coax her into a good mood. Nonetheless it didn’t work.

“Mom to put it in a way that you, a muggle, can understand it, this is the same reaction I would get if you pulled me out of my High School to switch to a new one during the senior year.” Hannah explained. Her mother looked at her.

“Hannah Lynn! Just because I’m not a witch does not make me inferior or mean that I do not understand you, my daughter. We are doing what is best for you and not even God can force us to do otherwise.” Hannah glared at her. Her father had long ducked out to go

pack up some papers at the office.

“Well, you better stop doing what’s best for me because it is not good enough anymore!” Hannah shouted. Her mother took on a deeply hurt expression. It was one that quickly turned to anger.

“You are to stay up here in your room until I say so. While you’re at it please take inventory of your stuff and please get the pesky owls out of her. God bless you if those aren’t done by the time I return.” Her mother punished before stalking out of the room, slamming the door behind her. Hannah looked angrily at the closed door.

‘Why me? Why does it have to be me? Why can’t it be some one else to leave their friends? I hate my mom and I hate my life.’ Hannah thought savagely.


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Waking up with a start Harry tried to soothe his burning scar while at the same time recollecting the dream he just had. He didn’t know what it was with his scar and his dreams but there was almost always a connection. He frowned. All he could remember was a girl with jet black almost unruly hair and piercing blue eyes.
“I hate dreaming about things I’m unaware of and I especially hate dreaming about girls. What if I had been talking in my sleep and Dudley had overheard? He wouldn’t let me live it down.” Harry muttered after the pain in the scar was reduced down to a slight prickling sensation. He put his glasses onto the bridge of his nose and got out of bed. After feeding Hedwig he sat down at his desk and started to write a request of advice.

Ron,

Things are going ok here. The Dursleys are treating me unusually well this summer. Fortunantly this isn’t all I have to talk about. I had another dream last night about some strange girl. This might be hormones but I’m not sure. Her hair was a bit unruly…like mine in a way. Her voice seemed very familiar too. Something in my gut tells me that this isn’t hormones but something more serious. I have to go get something to eat as I am starving (I had a small dinner thanks to Dudley sneaking most of my portion onto his plate). Tell me what you think and enclose a date that I can go ahead and leave for the burrow. Hope to see you soon.

Harry

Harry rolled the letter into a scroll and wrapped in spell-o-tape. He attached it to Hedwig’s, opening his window and released her out to the Burrow. He then hurriedly got dressed and stumbled down the stairs. He passed the hallway and walked into the kitchen. The Dursleys mostly ignored him as he put some toast in the toaster. Dudley’s diet was still going rather well for the most part. He was now able to eat a cupcake without blowing up like a balloon. The only one that took notice that he entered the kitchen was Petunia who handed him some jam and then turned to leave the room after Vernon and Dudley. He finished his toast and went back up to his room. He was a little surprised to see Hedwig already back.

Harry

Really weird thing to ask mate but I looked it up in the book (bloody divination book took me forever to find it) and you might have had another astral projection. A common side effect is memory loss of the most of all of dream but the primary subject. I know this may shock you to have you’re owl back so fast but Dad took us on vacation. We’re supposed to be muggles for an entire week. He thinks it’s educational for us. I think he’s finally mad personally. Anyway we’re only two days in (I had convinced him that we should do this stupid thing in your city so we can pick you up on the way so when we return we can go together) so we won’t be seeing you for another six days. Got to go, mate. Dad’s forbidden owls.

P.S. What the heck is the internet? How do you survive Harry? You must tell me sometime because this is torture

Ron

Harry put the letter onto his bed and grumpily pulled out his potions book to start on the enormous essay assigned to him over the holidays.


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It was five days after the news had been broken to Hannah. She had said good bye to her friends one by one and reluctantly helped her parents pack up the house and send it to some place called Private Drive. Her father had already confirmed her theory that it was yet another muggle community. Hannah thought that this was a ploy so she would not do dangerous or any magic outside of school no matter what the rules said. She looked around her empty room. Her dad had set up a use-once portkey that was downstairs. It looked like an ordinary portkey. It was half of a to-go cup lid. She walked out of her bare room and went down the steps.
“Are you alright Hannah?” her mother asked, coming up behind her.

“I’m leaving my childhood home for a world unknown. What do you think?” Hannah told her. Her mother patted her head.

“Don’t be such a drama queen. The portkey is ready and I need you and your father there with me. I’ve never taken one before.” She said with a smile. Hannah looked at her.

“You could have if you just came to the world cup with us two years ago.” She pointed out. Her mother frowned.

“I’m sorry but I prefer a less brutal sport and one that I can see properly.” Her mother countered. They both bent down to the portkey. Hannah instructed her mother on what to do and what would happen when it was time. After she was finished with her explanation her father walked in with a clock. He touched the lid and counted down from five. At zero the whole family felt the unpleasant sensation of having a hook in your naval spinning you until you almost passed out. Hannah got onto her feet with some difficulty. Her mother had to resort to have her husband pull her up.

“Thank you dear. Wow…that floo powder stuff works wonders in traveling furniture. Anyway let us get inside. I’ve called my new work station about sending over some movers to help lift things and there they are. Hannah, you go pick out your room so I know which one can be my home office.” Her mother exclaimed when she straightened out. Luckily the movers were just inside so they didn’t see them just appear from thin air.

Hannah picked up her two trunks and trudged upstairs. She decided that the closest one would be best for a living space. It was larger and her mother didn’t need so much room for her office. She flipped open the latches and began to place things on the shelves of the desk set that the movers had just came in with. She left the trunks closed until every bit of furniture and every box belonging to her was safely in her room. She then closed it and locked it.

After she had her spell books set up and her broom on the hooks in the middle of the wall she began to make her bed. After a while she got tired and went down the stairs and outside to take a look at her new neighborhood.

‘Yup…definitely a muggle neighborhood. Even the house is ultra boring.’ She thought as she looked at her own house, number five Private Drive. She looked at her room. She had her break. She needed to finish her room so that she could sleep in it without any worries. She walked up to her mother who was ordering the moving people around.

“Mother can I do a little something to speed up the set up of my room?” She asked. Her mother stopped ordering and pulled her daughter aside.

“Hannah why on Earth would you like to take a risk like that? Do you know what you’re father would have to go through if one of them found out?” Her mother asked seriously.

“But mom if they do find out we only have to erase a little bit of their memories.” Hannah pleaded. Her mother shook her head.

“They have to give evaluations on the work they did after every job. That’s how the company knows who to cut when they don’t need as much as employees. To erase their memories would not be doing them justice. Besides, if your father had erased my memory when I found out you wouldn’t be here today, love.” Hannah scowled at her.

“Mom! I can do some simple spells without a bunch of mover guys finding out about the alternate world. I promise! I’ve had seven years of practice and training. You think you would trust with me with something so simple.” Hannah retorted. Her mother sighed.

“Alright but lock your door and don’t do anything until you have your curtains up and closed.” Her mother spoke seriously. Hannah nodded and went up the stairs to do just that.


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Harry looked over at the neighborhood. It was so dull. To be writing a potions essay when your mind is elsewhere. He kept reverting back to that girl. He certainly didn’t like her but then again there was something about her that made him think of her as a sister. He doubted she was even real but still. He closed his potions book and stepped over the scattered items and walked down the stairs. The family was bonding in the news, Dudley agreeing to ever disagreement his father commented about the news. Harry always thought that he was being too harsh.
“Ron and his family are coming to pick me up tomorrow.” He reminded them. He had mentioned it earlier and was ignored except for a grunt about them not stepping into the house. Harry had put Hedwig out last night to sneak a letter to Ron about meeting him out on the driveway. He had given him some taxi money that he had taken from his uncles wallet and direction of how to use a taxi properly. Like he had thought his relatives had looks of horror for a few moments and then just left him and went back to the news. Harry walked outside and looked surprised at the people moving in. He never knew that the house had been moved out of. It must have happened when he was at Hogwarts or something. He went back inside. Aunt Petunia would kill him if he didn’t tell her about the new neighbors.

“Aunt Petunia.” He called when he reached the living room. She looked up at him in a glare. He sighed.

“We have new neighbors. Five Private Drive on the other side of the house.” He finished. Aunt Petunia’s eyes sparkled and she took out some instant cake mix and looked at her family.

“Vernon please put on your best tie and suit. Dudley, get dressed properly if you may. We Dursleys have to set a good example for ourselves. Harry you carry the cake when I’m done and please do something with that hair of yours. Harry sighed and went up to his room. He worked some more on his potions essay until about forty-five minutes later he heard Petunia call him down the stairs. He walked behind the too-proud family and looked curiously at a window that was blacked with navy blue curtains. He stopped beside Dudley when the family went to meet the homeowners.

“Welcome to Private Drive. We’re the Dursleys and we wish to give you this cake as a token of our welcome towards you. This is My husband Vernon, my son Dudley, I am Petunia and this is my nephew Harry.” Aunt Petunia told them as she handed the man a cake. He looked at them with a smile.

“Hello. I’m Kevin and this is my wife Rachel. Why don’t you boys upstairs and meet my daughter, Hannah. It might be good if she met people like you.” Kevin said with a smile and a twinkle in his eyes. Harry and Dudley walked into the house. However it was only Harry who went up the stairs to where the man had mentioned as Dudley had become engrossed in their plasma screen TV. He looked at the first door and knocked on it. He heard the door unlock and it open a crack. He saw a very familiar pair blue eyes. He couldn’t put his finger on where he had seen her before until she opened her door fully and pulled him in. He shockingly looked at the girl from his dream and then at the very magic looking room. He looked at the firebolt hanging on the wall, the rows of spell books, and the stacks of Witch Weekly and Potion Lovers monthly.

“You’re a witch?” He asked bemused. Hannah scoffed.

“No, you think? What does it look like to you? Just to let you know I don’t want to go to Hogwarts. I’d rather spend my time in Wand Wavers American Academy for Magic. I was on the best team. The Dragons.” She told him. He stared at her.

“Ok…My name is—” He started but was cut off.

“Harry Potter, the boy who lived and escaped Voldermort with a mere scar on his forehead. Please, everyone knows about you.” She said irritably. Harry stared as she looked at her Hogwarts school list in disbelief.

“I have to make a trip to this Diagon Alley. Perfect.” She muttered, forgetting Harry was even there.

“I can…take you there. Though you might have to go with me and my friend Ron. You can meet Hermione. What year are you going to be in?” He asked. He had never seen a transfer student before.

“I’ll be in the fifth year.” She told him miserably.

“That’s Ginny’s year, Ron’s sister. You should come and meet everyone. I’ll go ask Ron tonight and get back to you tomorrow. There’s my Aunt Petunia calling. I have to go.” Harry said leaving the room and leaving Hannah.

‘He looks a lot like my father. And me for that matter. But that must mean…another secret my parents kept from me? What else are they hiding?’ Hannah thought.


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The end of Chapter one...finally. Long chapter really......really really really long chapter.

This is sweet, please continue! :ed:

Hannah woke up that morning at exactly eight o' clock. It was quite punctual for her but as she was up late at night talking to her friends as soon as they were hooked up to the Floo network. She was also talking to Harry briefly on the telephone, allowing him her fireplace to go to Diagon alley with at nine o' clock the following morning. He didn't seem all that eager to use floo powder but then again she wasn't either.

She flipped her black covers and looked at her reflection in the mirror. It was a little bed-headed and the purple eyes were wide awake. She sighed and got dressed ina dark green flannel shirt and pair of worn jeans. On her wrist she placed the bracelette she had gotten for her birthday compliments to her friends. She then went to her Potions storage unit and picked out a huge vial of purple liquid. Unscrewing the lid she overturned it let a small amount ooze onto her brush. Then she brushed her hair. Each stroke and her semi-wild hair became straight. It was the only way to tame her hair, as she had the family curse with hair. She placed two strands her hair that were in the front and pulled it back and secured it with a dark green pony-tail.

She walked out of her room, pulling on her socks as she went down. Downstairs her mother had made pancakes, the smell that had woken her up that morning. She sat down and smiled at her mother. By now everything was unpacked and neatly placed into the proper spots of the place thanks to her dad. She had found out just yesterday that minors were not allowed to use magic outside of school. This enfuriated her a little but neverless she kept her cool and complained about it to her friends. There was a knock on the door and her mother hurried to answer it. It was Harry, about half an hour early for the scheduled time to leave.

"Um...Hannah...well...you see...The Dursley's are kind of...well...spooked that they have three wizards living next door." He said. Her mother looked at Harry and frowned.

"There's only two...I'm a muggle." She explained. She then gave Harry a plate and went over next door to try to straighten it out.

"Well, I guess since you are hear we might as well finish breakfast, get our shoes on, and head over to shop." Hannah said dully. Harry nodded and started to eat his pancakes quickly. He was eager to get back into the world of the wizard and the faster he got there the better.

They arrived right in front of the Weasleys and Hermione granger. They each introduced themselves and Ginny and Hannah went their own ways, as they were buying the same things. After a quick trip to Gringotts they went to get new robes. In the store there was another boy with silver blonde hair. He sneered at Ginny when she entered but ignored Hannah completely.

"Hey Hannah, I'm going to go get something...I don't want to be in the same room with a Malfoy unless it is positively forced and as it's not forced...I'mm meet you at Flourish and Blotts." Ginny said, quickly exiting the building. Hannah sighed as the seamstress asked the usual questions. She could feel the 'Malfoy' staring at her as she was fitted for her new robes.

"I've never seen you before." he said, looking at her. Hannah looked up and turned towards him.

"I'm new at Hogwarts. My family transfered here and I got stuck in the old school." She muttered a little bitterly.

"You like green?"

"Yes...it was the color of my team at Wand Wavers..."

"So you're an American?"

"Yes...my dad is a British Man however."

"Your name is Hannah?"

"Your name is Malfoy?"

"Actually it's Draco Malfoy."

"I am not at liberty to speak my surname."

"Are you a pureblood?"
"I'm a half-blood. Why?"

"Then you won't be in Slytherin. We have pride."

"I have pride too, to punch your face in."

"Well...good luck being my friend."

"You're a dolt."

"I'm a what?"

"Bakameno."

"What?"

"Idiot." Draco Malfoy's face fell. Color rose to his cheeks, pale as they were it was easy to see, and turned to look at her more clearly.

"I have many friends so I can not be much of an idiot." He defended. Hannah looked at him and laugh.

"They must be stupid as well. In a person like me you'd find a true friend."

"Are you offering to be my friend." He asked her. By now he found the girl quite curious. She was different and interesting. Almost to the point of which he didn't mind that she was a half-blood.

"Am I speaking gibberish?" She joked, raising an eyebrow.

"No...but...never mind. I would much like to be your firnd as well. besides, you look good in the color green." He replied, wishing now that she would be in the same house with him. He wondered what year she was in and when asked she replied that she would be in the year below him.

"What house do you want to be in?" He asked.

"..." Was her reply. She completely ignored him for a second and stepped from the stool when she was handed her robes. She bit Draco good bye but he followed her. Ginny was waiting outside the store of Flourish and Blotts, along with Harry, Ron, and Hermione. They looked at Draco quizzically.

"Hannah...why is ferret-face following you?" Ron asked her.

"I'd be quiet if I were you Weasley." Malfoy snapped back. Hannah sighed.

"Guys, this is my new friend Draco. Draco meet the Guys."

"Friend? How can he be your friend?" Harry asked in disbelief.

"Does it matter...now come on. We have to go get my other stuff. I'll see you around Draco. Owl me if you'd like. I wouldn't mind." Hannah said, changing the subject and shuffling her friends away from the Slytherin. The trio filled her ears with all the reasons not to trsut Draco, all the reasons to leave him alone. Something about him being a menace, a danger to society. She disregarded it all. She was going to be friends with their enemy. Maybe she could bring them together some how. It didn't matter to her really...as long as she could find some peace.