A/n This is my first Harry Potter fanfiction so be gentle with me. I'm going to make it as authentic as possible though using the seven books, eight movies, and the Harry Potter Wiki as my guide through the universe as well as Pottermore. So bear with me. I haven't seen very many stories of a person getting transported into the Harry Potterverse so I decided to make one myself. I hope you enjoy it and leave a review!
Ch. 1
My Hogwarts Letter
"Everyone noticed that all the others' faces had gone very white. "I felt just the same," said Edmund in a breathless voice . "As if I were being dragged along. A most frightful pulling- ugh! It's beginning again...Look sharp!" shouted Edmund. "This is magic..." -C.S. Lewis Prince Caspian
I shuffled to my mailbox on autopilot as I got ready that fateful morning. I grabbed the stack of envelopes and magazines and made my way back to my apartment building. I was a twenty three year old med student with four flat mates and thousands of dollars in student loans, the downside of being smart enough to get into Johns Hopkins but not being smart enough to get a scholarship. And although I worked hard there were hundreds of others who worked just as hard and maybe even harder. They weren't kidding when they said medicine was a competitive field. As the victim of many sabotage attempts the cold hard truth slapped me quite solidly in the face.
It was only with a ruthless attitude and no short amount of cunning that I got to where I was now; third in my class and lined up for the most prestigious internship in neurology and psychology. I had made many sacrifices to get to be where I was. I sacrificed my friends, my life, hell even my physical appearance to get to the top. I had what seemed to be permanent dark circles staining my alabaster skin. I was much to skinny and my hair; ugh don't even get me started. My pride and joy and once bouncy, shiny, ebony curls were now limp and lackluster and seemed perpetually tangled. But hey that's stress for you, the silent killer.
In the end though, it would have all been worth it. I would have a stunning career that paid handsomely. I would once again have time to get myself in the shape I once was and maybe find a boyfriend. Yes, it would all have been worth it. The sleepless nights, the hours of studying, the enemies, all the bullshit I've had to deal with all these years would have been worth it.
"Good morning!" A voice called shocking me out of my reverie. My hand was still resting on the doorknob to my apartment building from when I went to open the door several minutes ago.
I simply waved at the man who was walking two rather hyper black labs, and went into the lobby.
"Bonjour mademoiselle, how are you this oh so wonderful morning?" François asked from behind his desk. The sarcasm dripping from his words as he sifted through his own stack of envelopes.
"Just as good as every other day, Frankie." I responded with equal sarcasm. François was my very grumpy French landlord. 59 years old and stout he reminded me of a sarcastic puffer fish from his fat cheeks to his prickly demeanor. We got along famously.
"How I loath that ridiculous English nickname," He sighed taking a peek at me from over his square lenses. "You look horrid as usual." He sneered as if he was commenting on the heavy grey clouds outside.
"Ah tais-toi. Est-ce que vous n'avez rien de mieux à faire? Ou avez-vous à faire de ma vie misérable." I answered in my best French.
François smirked at me and took off his glasses. "You've improved." I couldn't help but smile smugly at his commendation. He put his glasses back on and returned to his papers. "Nonetheless, your pronunciation was sloppy and your grammar left much to be desired."
I sighed and walked past him to the elevator. "Shove it up your arse François."
"Au revoir petite salope." I heard him say as the elevator doors shut in front of me. I frowned at my reflection in the elevator. It was one of those elevators that had mirrors on every surface save the floor, which was black marble. François was right I did look horrid. I ran my fingers through my hair in an effort to tame the bird's nest sat upon my head but it was no use. The elevator dinged and the doors slid open revealing a rather stunning man. He had long brown hair and gorgeous hazel eyes. His hands were stuffed in the pockets of his jeans and his head and shoulders were bent inwards as if he were trying to appear smaller, because he in fact was at least 6'2 if not taller.
Damn. I thought. Of course I would bump into a ridiculously hot guy while I looked like hell itself.
He cleared his throat. "Excuse me…" I jumped out of the way when I realized that I had been blocking the doors.
"Sorry." I blushed while I kicked myself internally. Just don't look at him, If you don't look at him you won't have to speak to-
"Hi um, I'm Alex." He introduced himself.
Double damn.
"Lucia Anderson." I replied. "But you can call my Lucy."
He nodded and leaned against the wall in the cramped elevator. When we reached my floor I hastily made my way out but not before I crashed into Alex sending my mail fluttering through the air.
"Oh, bollocks." I cursed.
"I'm so sorry." He apologized as he got down on the floor to help me pick up my mail.
"Don't be, it's my fault." I said hastily, I had enough embarrassment that morning. I stood up and he handed me the rest of my mail.
"I'll see you around I guess?" He asked, maybe a little hopefully. But the moment had been ruined enough for me. I couldn't stand looking like a fool.
I just gave him a tight smile and left. Soon the elevator closed and he was gone, I sighed and opened the door to my flat. I was greeted by the smell of eggs and hollandaise sauce as well as the usual hustle and bustle.
"Did you get the mail?" My flat mate Julia, a petite ginger, asked. She pulled the mail out of my hands and walked off.
"Good morning to you too." I grumbled. The other girls were having breakfast in our small kitchen. As I mentioned before I lived with four other girls. Julia, Andrea, Kylie, and Dana. The girl that I was probably closest too was Andrea. The rest of us just tolerated each other. I walked up to the island where Andrea had left breakfast for us. She was a fourth year Culinary Arts major and damn was she good. In front of me were five plates of traditional eggs benedict as well as a bowl with mixed fruits for dessert. I grabbed a plate and took my seat with the others.
"So what's on the agenda today girls?" Dana asked. A History major, she acted as a pseudo mother to us all. She made sure we did our laundry and all that rot as well as made sure that Kylie and Julia didn't stay out all night partying, they both majored in communications, whatever the hell that meant.
"Kylie and I are going shopping," Julie said sorting through the mail and tossing us our respective envelopes and magazines.
Andrea smirked at me and I rolled my eyes, Of course they were going shopping. Dana frowned but let it slide.
"How about you two?" She asked. Andrea was quick to answer, "I'm visiting my parents for the weekend. We're going to our Chesapeake lake house."
"I'm studying-" They all cut me off with a groan.
"Honestly Lucy, you have a problem." Kylie sighed sipping her orange juice. "It's your birthday!"
"I have exams in a month!" I protested.
"Yeah a month that's plenty of time for you to study." Kylie pointed out. "It won't kill you to take a break for once in your life."
"It very well might." I grumbled stubbornly.
"Oh get over it Lu," Julie said flipping her hair over her shoulder. "Go out to a party get crazy, take one day off. We can get you all dolled up and maybe you'll find a cute guy." She winked.
"Yeah, I'm not really feeling it guys. You go, I'll be fine. I promise." I said picking up my plate of half finished breakfast. I had lost my appetite.
"Oh don't be like that." Andrea sighed. I just picked up my mail, "Have fun girls." I called back at them as I headed to my room. I locked the door behind me and sure enough I heard the scraping of chairs as they got up and got ready to leave. I sighed when the last of their chattering faded away and the door to our flat was closed and locked.
I tossed my mail on my bed and chose my clothes for the day. I pulled out a blue button down shirt and a pair of dark wash jeans as well as my favourite blue converse. I took them into the shared bathroom along with my toiletries. I first brushed my hair making sure to get all of the tangles out leaving my hair wavy rather than its usual messy beach curls. I then brushed my teeth quickly and hopped into the shower. I decided that today I would do a spa day which in Lucyland meant wash my hair and shave. Oooh. I thought sarcastically. Maybe the girls were right, I should just take the day off to recuperate. God knows I needed it.
You know what, yes, today is my day. I'm going to do whatever I want today. I finished washing my hair and face when I caught sight of Kylie's expensive conditioner and body wash on the shower seat. It wouldn't hurt if I just had a dollop of that conditioner right? And she would never notice if I used her body was once rather than the cheap bar soap that I had.
To hell with it. I grabbed the conditioner and put a healthy amount on my head making sure I really lathered it from the roots to the tips of my hair. I then put it up in a bun and washed my body reveling in the cucumber and green tea scent that wafted through the steamy air. Once all the suds were washed off my body I took my hair back out of the bun and washed the conditioner out. My hair and skin felt amazingly soft after I had dried myself off. I decided to blow dry my hair for the first time in forever which left my bouncy curls almost back to their original beauty. I got dressed and headed back to my room.
...Now what?
I spotted the stack of envelopes on my bed. Reading my mail it is. I jumped onto my bed and looked through the letters. Bills, birthday cards, bank notice, Hogwarts letter, overdue library book notic- HOGWARTS LETTER?!
I dropped the other envelopes and stared at the yellow parchment in my hand.
Ms. L. Anderson
Small Second Bedroom
16, Stafford Apartments
Baltimore, Maryland
I flipped the envelope over and looked at the large wax seal of the Hogwarts insignia. This was a prank, it had to be. One of the girls thought it would be funny to send me a hogwarts letter for my birthday. Yes, that's it. Well the thought was nice. I did love Harry Potter. I had every book and movie there on my desk as well as a marauder's map and the collector set of wands.
I opened the letter with a smile on my face. There were two pages. The first had the Hogwarts insignia at the top with the words, in acid green ink,: Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft and Wizardry and written underneath it.
Dear Ms. Anderson,
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
And on the second page:
HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY
UNIFORM First-year students will require:
1. Three sets of plain work robes (black)
2. One plain pointed hat (black) for day wear
3. One pair of protective gloves (dragon hide or similar)
4. One winter cloak (black, with silver fastenings)
Please note that all pupil's clothes should carry name tags.
COURSE BOOKS
All students should have a copy of each of the following:
The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 1) by Miranda Goshawk
A History of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot
Magical Theory by Adalbert Waffling
A Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration by Emeric Switch
One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi by Phyllida Spore
Magical Drafts and Potions by Arsenius Jigger
Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them by Newt Scamander
The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection by Quentin Trimble
OTHER EQUIPMENT
1 wand
1 cauldron (pewter, standard size 2)
1 set glass or crystal phials
1 telescope
1 set brass scales
Students may also bring, if they desire, an owl OR a cat OR a toad.
PARENTS ARE REMINDED THAT FIRST YEARS
ARE NOT ALLOWED THEIR OWN BROOMSTICK
Yours sincerely,
Lucinda Thomsonicle-Pocus
Chief Attendant of Witchcraft Provisions
As I read the last words of the letter I felt my stomach jolt uncomfortably. The room started to spin and I was sure that I was going to vomit. I tossed my letter onto the bed and ran for the toilet. By the time I'd reached it the nausea had passed and I could breath again. Then I felt a tingling burning sensation start at the tips of my fingers and toes. The burning sensation spread and black spots appeared in front of my eyes blinding me the last thing I remembered was falling to the floor before I blacked out.
A/N I hope you guys like the first chapter! Leave a review and tell me what you think and if I should keep going. This story has been bouncing around in my head for a couple weeks and I finally decided to put it down. But I don't know if it's worth continuing. If you like it please tell me so. I will post the next chapter after I get 10 reviews so make them good!