Hogwarts and Foes (harry potter and 39 clues crossover)

Mission Cahill

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"Happy Birthday, Amy!"

Whuh?

"Amy! It's your eleventh birthday! Wake up!"

"Dan, I'm still half asleep. Wait a second." Amy blinked a few times, picked up her glasses, and felt more awake. "Okay. I'm up. What now?"

"You got a little bit of mail, and some presents!" Dan replied.

"I'll check the mail first." As they went downstairs, Amy felt… different than usual. More alive. In the mail pile, nothing really stood out except one large letter with green writing. "Huh? What's this?"

"Open it! It looks mysterious!" Just then, the doorbell rang.

As Dan rushed to the door, Amy turned over the letter. It said,

Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

"Hello," said the person who had come in the door. "My name is Minerva McGonagall."

~some time later~

As Amy walked through the brick wall, she was glad that the Professor had told her about it. She would have never looked there. By the time she got onto the train, after loading her light bags, there was only one compartment that had a space, and it had some third-years and a sleeping teacher in it. "Um, h-h-hi, c-c-an I-I sit h-here?" she trembled.

One of them, a girl with bushy, brown hair, recognized her dilemma instantly. "Of course, Ron can move over and you can sit next to me."

"Hey, why do I have to move?" grinned an overenthusiastic redhead. "Why can't Harry and you switch?"

The girl chose not to respond, instead pointed her wand at him.

"Moving!" he quickly said, switching to the other seat.

The girl lowered her wand. "You can sit next to me. What's your name?"

"A-amy C-cahill." She stuttered.

"Hi, Amy. My name's Hermione Granger. The idiot over there is Ron Weasley, and he's Harry Potter."

Amy gasped. "I-I'm not magical, but I've read about you! You defeated You-Know-Who when you were a baby, but your p-parents d-died…" she trailed off.

Hermione noticed the stutter coming back when she talked about Harry's parents, making her wonder what had happened to Amy's own parents.

"So, you're muggleborn, but you read all of the books? Sounds like 'Mione here. She also read all of the books before–" Hermione had hexed Ron silent.

This use of magic made Amy look at her own wand, stuck in her right pocket. It was 12.5 inches, rosewood with a surprising core – Felix Felicis. Good for healing. "Y-you read a-all of your b-books, too?"

Hermione smiled and nodded. "Yeah. The Hat wanted to put me in Ravenclaw."

"The H-hat?"

"Oh, that's right. The books don't talk about that. Since you're a first year, you'll be Sorted into your house before you eat. You put on a hat, and it decides which house you belong in."

Just then, someone knocked on the door.

"Three Galleons says it's Malfoy." Harry said glumly.

"No bet."

The door slid open, and in came a familiar-looking boy. He had cinnamon-colored skin and immaculate jet-black hair. A pale, blond boy stood behind him.

The blonde spoke. "Allow me to introduce Ian Kabra." He smirked.

Ron stood up. "Get lost." He glared at Ian. "You too."

Ian raised an eyebrow, peering into the compartment behind Ron. "Cahill? You're here, too?"

Amy gathered her courage. She'd met Ian at some family gatherings at Grace's house, and he was very stuck-up. "G-go a-away."

"Cahill?" Malfoy suddenly seemed interested in her. "Aren't your parents–"

"Langlock." Malfoy's tongue glued itself to the roof of his mouth.

The Golden Trio turned to Amy as a silent Malfoy dragged Ian away, closing the compartment.

"Where'd you learn that?" Ron demanded.

Amy blushed. "Well, all the spells that I've seen seemed to be based in Latin, so I just–"

"Figured it out!" Hermione gasped, her eyes shining. "That's brilliant!"

The professor in the corner shifted and yawned.

"Professor?" Harry asked. "Are you awake?"

The professor sat up, yawning. "Yes. Are we at Hogwarts yet?"

"No."

"Ah, well then. If you don't mind, who are you?" He surveyed them, stopping at Harry's scar. "Harry Potter?"

Harry nodded glumly. "Yeah."

He nodded, moving on quickly. "You look like your father. And the rest of you?"

"Hermione Granger."

"Ron Weasley."

"A-amy C-cahill."

His eyes locked on her. "Cahill?"

She nodded, confused. "Wh-why?"

"Is Grace your grandmother?"

She stared at him, shocked. "Do you know her?"

He nodded, not meeting her eyes. "She's… an old friend of mine."

Harry shivered. "Is it just me, or is it getting colder?"

Ice began creeping up the windows, and the train shuddered to a halt.

"Wh-what's th-that?" Amy trembled. "It's so c-cold."

"Dementors." Professor Lupin drew his wand. "Keep back."

The four students gathered behind him as he stepped towards the door. Amy felt a coldness creep into her heart, into her soul, as the door slid open to reveal a cloaked figure… someone was screaming… there was fire… fire… and she was falling down, down, down…

"Uhh." Amy moaned. "Wha'?" she blinked and sat up. They were still on the train, in the compartment, and professor Lupin was sitting next to her.

"Here… have some chocolate." He spoke gently. "It will help."

She gratefully accepted the chocolate and ate the whole bar. "What w-were those… d-d-Dementors? Why d-did we pass out?"

"The guards of Azkaban, the wizarding prison." He explained. "Recently, a mass-murderer has escaped, for the first time in history. They were sent out to catch him."

"W-why did we f-faint?"

"Not 'we.'" He shook his head. "You and Harry. Is there anything that you have in common?"

Amy shivered; the compartment suddenly seemed colder. "M-my parents d-died when I was seven." She whispered. "I d-don't remember them v-very much."

He frowned. "That's odd. Did you hear anything when you passed out?"

"Fire." Amy's voice was barely audible. "They died in a fire."