The Curious Case of Lucy Day: A Harry Potter Marauder's Era Fan Fiction

Part 1

Lucille Day sighed as she set down her bags on the front steps of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. After escaping from her incredibly pure-blooded family in America, she had come here as the only safe haven she could find. She had written to the headmaster, Albus Dumbledore, to ask if she could join the school for her seventh, and final, year of wizarding training. He had accepted her application, and she had finally arrived. She had purposefully come a bit later than she had been expected to, as she didn't want to draw any unnecessary attention to herself. That was her true intention of being here, in a different country, using a different name, to hide. If her parents found her, well, she would be getting a lot worse than a usual scolding.

See, Lucille had a gift. A wonderful, terribly wonderful gift. She could use magic without a wand. This gave her a huge advantage in almost everything she did, for she didn't need her wand to create and do things. Using a wand did certainly make her magic more powerful, but she didn't need one. Her parents had been forcing her to use it in ways she didn't even know she could. Torture, terrible, terrible torture. So she had run. Run from the life of being Alessandra Magnus, the daughter of the most prestigious wizarding family in America, from the burdens and struggles of her daily life, and from the terrible secrets her family hid from the public. For now she was Lucille. Just your normal, everyday witch, Lucy.

She carefully pushed open the front door, and stepped inside the front hall. She took the letter that had been sent to her out of the pocket of her robe, a carefully examined it again.

Walk down the hall and take a left. Follow that hall until you get to the first set of stairs on (probably) the right side. Take those stairs down a floor and walk a bit farther down. There you will see a stone gargoyle. If it asks for the password, reply with 'jelly baby.' I will be waiting for you.

Your's truly,

Albus Dumbledore

Lucy followed the instructions in the letter, and sure enough, she came to a stone gargoyle. "Password?" it asked in a gravely voice.

"Uhh," she looked down at the letter, "jelly baby...?" The gargoyle leapt aside to reveal a staircase. She walked up the stairs until she came to a grand wooden door. She knocked, and heard a voice reply softly,

"Come in." She walked through the doors, and finally saw Albus Dumbledore in person. He was a tall, fairly skinny man, with a magnificent, long white beard and half moon spectacles. He was wearing silk robes that were red, yet to her, it seemed that the colours sometimes flickered between yellow, green, and blue too. "You must be Lucille Day," he said in his soft voice.

"Yeah," she replied, "but you can just call me Lucy."

"Okay, Lucy. You might be aware, you a bit late."

"The train I took was a bit delayed," she lied effortlessly. She had become a very good lier in her days of living with her parents.

"I really doubt that, but we will put that aside. Now, we will have you sorted into a house. I believe I sent you a letter explaining the house system and how we sort, correct?" he asked.

"Yeah, I have it right here, sir," said Lucy as she pulled it out of her backpack.

"Ah, yes. So I or, the Sorting Hat, will sort you." He took a fairly old and battered hat off a gold stand from the corner of his office, and placed it on Lucy's head.

"Mhhhh," it thought, "interesting. Your parents would almost defiantly be in Slytherin, but I don't see a trace of that in you, Alessandra."