Title: A Dresden at Hogwarts

Rating: T

Summary: Maggie Dresden is invited to attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. While on the Hogwarts Express she makes friends with Harry Potter. Sorted into Slytherin she tries to blend into a world where everyone hides what they are from others. When she saves Hermione Granger's life she proves her worth and finds herself protecting her Gryffindor friend from the dangers of his first year. Crossover of the Dresden Files.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of Rowling or Butchers characters and I'm making nothing from this.

Chapter 1: The Invite

Dear Miss Dresden,

You have been formally accepted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Find enclosed all the list of necessary books and equipment. The Hogwarts Express will depart Kings Cross Station at 11 a.m. on September 1, platform 9 and 3 quarters. We await your owl by no later than July 31.

Sincerely,

Professor Minerva McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress

And that's how it all started.

I was spending time with my father's uncle when the letter arrived. When I told him about it he grunted. I didn't know if he approved of a place that you went to learn magic over being trained at home around masters and rules. I had just come into my wizardry powers and the chance go to a school that taught magic was tempting

"What I want to know is, do you want to go?" he asked me.

"Yes," I answered.

"Then, we'll go and get your things."

I had to admit that Diagon Alley was amazing. I bumped into a boy that was with a large man. I told the boy that I was sorry and we went into a shop that sold quills and ink. The boy and the large man followed. My father's uncle explained about what the White Council knew about Hogwarts. Four houses, representing the four founders, and the belief that anyone that's in Slytherin is evil all due to some dark sorcerer that killed scores of people.

"A child defeated him," he said. "He goes by the name of Harry Potter and he's famous in most circles."

"Poor kid," I said, "Losing your parents and all that."

I knew the pain of losing someone. I lost my mother when I was younger but she had died bravely even though she had already been dead. Red Court vampires were nasty and I'm glad that their gone. I don't know what I would do if my father was killed by some sorcerer.

"Try and befriend him," he said, "I have a feeling that he's going to need it."

"I will," I promised.

We got everything that we needed, including the wand. I'm not an expert in wands but walking into the shop I found them fascinating. I talked to Mr. Ollivander about the woods and cores that he used. He grinned at me and then we left.

"Thinking about being a wand maker," he said.

"I don't know, I just like the stuff."

"Don't think low of yourself," he said, "I think being a wand maker would be a good addition to what the White Council has."

I nodded, but said nothing.

Before long the term came around. I boarded the Hogwarts Express and told my father's uncle that I would write to him the moment that I had time. We hugged and he told me that he would tell my father where I was at.

"Don't think that he won't visit," he said.

"I hope that he does," I said and then I went to look for a compartment.

Most of the compartments were full of people, most likely friends from many years before, and the only one that was even remotely empty had one person, the boy that I had bumped into in Diagon Alley.

"Can I come in?" I asked him.

"Sure," he said.

I walked in and put my things in a corner and sat down.

"I'm Maggie Dresden," I said, extending my hand.

"Harry Potter," he said and we shook. "I saw you in Diagon Alley."

"I was with my father's uncle," I told him. "The shops were amazing but I really loved the wand shop."

"Yeah Mr. Ollivander was great, though creepy."

I grinned at him.

"So what house are you hoping to get in?" Harry asked me.

"I don't know," I said, "All I know about the houses is that they're named after the founders and that Slytherin has a nasty reputation."

"Yeah, Hagrid told me that not a single witch or wizard has gone bad that wasn't in Slytherin. I don't want to be in the house of my parent's murderer."

"Merlin was in Slytherin and he was the greatest wizard ever."

Harry stared at me and I pulled out a book that my father's uncle wanted me to read. Under notable wizards and witches there was Merlin's name under his house Slytherin. I showed him the entry and he read it.

"But why would Hagrid say that?"

"Because he doesn't want you in Slytherin," I said, "Anyway, I don't care what house I'm in just as long as I'm continuing with my training."

"You know magic."

"Yeah, I have to learn it so that I can control it," I told him. "I just came into my wizard powers."

He stared at me and I had to explain that a wizard might be considered a male user of magic but a woman could become one if she could perform high magic as well.

"So your parents are wizards."

"My mother wasn't a wizard but my father is," I told him. "I don't want to talk about my mother."

"Sorry," Harry said.

"It's alright," I told him. "It's just that she died saving me that's all."

He nodded and we fell into silence.

Of course that silence didn't last long as the compartment door opened and a red headed boy stood there.

"I'm looking for Harry Potter," the boy said in a really rude voice.

"I'm him," Harry said.

"Great," he said and he entered and I saw half of his abilities leaving him.

"Excuse me but you can't just barge in, that's really rude," I said.

"Like I need to listen to you," he said, "Get out! He's my friend, not yours."

"Like hell I'm getting out."

"Leave," Harry ordered. "I didn't give you the right to just barge in. Maggie is right, it's rude."

"What the heck is going on here?" a boy asked.

"I'm telling her to leave and she-."

"I was here first," I told him.

"Ron, find a different compartment," he ordered and the boy was forced out.

"Thank god for that," I said as the door was closed. "Rude, much."

"Yeah, rude is the key word here."

We met others like Hermione Granger and Neville Longbottom, who were looking for a toad. Granger got all excited when she heard that Harry was in this compartment. What's the deal with acting as though someone that lost both their parents is someone to harass? It was clear that Harry didn't like it.

"Could you leave him alone," I said, "Lord, he doesn't like his fame."

Granger went pink and I was glad that I had gotten that reaction. Both left with Neville mouthing 'sorry.'

"I hope I'm not in her house," Harry said. "Imagine her wanting to sit next to me just because I'm famous."

"Yeah, it sucks," I said. "I'm famous because of my mother. So we're both in the same boat."

Harry nodded and I knew that I had found a friend.

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A/N: I will post this three chapters a day. The reason for this is that we're moving next week and I have completed this story.