ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ʜɪꜱ (ʜᴘ x ꜰᴇᴍ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ)

Prologue

Well, this is certainly something. 

After reading the letter I received, after convincing my parents to let me go, after bidding goodbye to my parents in the states, after flying over to London, after collecting my items in Diagon Alley, I find myself here. 

In a hot, crowded train station, on September first, 1991.

I frown and fish out the folded paper I placed in my pocket earlier. Nine and three-quarters, it reads. I scan my eyes around the station. Eight... nine... ten. No nine and three-quarters. 

How could I have been so gullible, of course magic isn't real. Of course there isn't some witch called Minerva McGonagall. I haven't even heard of Hogwarts, anyways. 

I feel my cheeks flush red from embarrassment. I wonder what my parents would think if I showed up, back at the front doorstep to my apartment complex. My eyes look over the paper one more time, just to make sure I didn't miss any hidden message or anything like that. 

Nothing. I groan, it was just a bunch of fake magic. This stupid wand 'choosing me', Enzo, my owl blinking its annoying eyes at me, heavy, useless books weighing me down. I should've known. 

I run my hands through my hair, and grab my belongings. Ready to go back to Heathrow, I guess. 

As I turn around, I bump into a young, redhead girl.

"Sorry," I mutter, not looking up at her face, and I continue to drag myself out of the station. 

"Ron," I hear her whisper. "She's got an owl too!"

I stop abruptly in my tracks. I turn around to face the young girl again. She really did have flaming red hair. I catch her staring at my owl. "Oh, terribly sorry, I just thought it was funny that so many people have owls when my brother, here, has a rat."

I tilt my head slightly. Her face burns up, it matches her hair. 

"Oh, are you going to Hogwarts too?" She asks. "Oh, oh shoot, she doesn't know what Hogwarts is, oh, mum, help-"

"Huh? It's true? Hogwarts is real?"

An older woman bustles over, looking at the redhead. They have matching red hair. "Ginerva, what did you say to her?"

"I'm sorry! I thought she knew- I think she's a muggle-" 'Ginerva' panics. 

"Oh for Godric's sake, Ginny!"

"Wait no!" I interrupt. "Do you know where platform nine and three-quarters is?"

The elder woman lets out a breath of relief, before looking at me with an excited look on her face. 

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The lady, who I now know as Ms. Weasley introduces the rest of her children and helps me with  passing through the brick wall. 

"It's Ronald's first time too," She states, as the lot of us are about to walk through.

"Excuse me?" I hear a light voice come from behind.

I turn around, a skinny, raven-haired boy in a giant navy flannel and oversized khaki pants walks up to the Weasleys and I. He's also pushing a cart that contains a white bird. 

"Hello there, dear," Ms. Weasley greets. Turns out, he's also going to Hogwarts. Us- the now giant group pass with ease through the brick wall. It was painless. 

"Wow," I stare in awe. It's almost as if it came out of a fairy-tale. The train labeled Hogwarts Express shoots smoke out of its smokestack, and many children and teenagers hop on, waving to their parents. 

A boy I know as Percy, quickly says goodbye to his mum, and walks to the train without a hint of emotion. Fred and George, twins, shortly after bid goodbye to Ms. Weasley and in unison chorus: It was nice meeting you, Celeste. 

That left me with Ms. Weasley, Ronald, Ginny (who wasn't boarding the train) and skinny boy. 

We were all first years. 

"My thanks to you, Ms. Weasley. I might have not gone to Hogwarts at all without you."

"Oh, please, call me Molly, (Y/N)."

I grin at her, and wait for the rest of the boys to say their goodbyes. 

After a while of searching, the three of us find a compartment to sit in. Im sitting with Ronald, and skinny boy is across me.

I try to start a conversation with the two once we buy snacks and the train starts moving. "Sorry, but I didn't quite catch your name," I say, looking at the boy across me. He suddenly looks up.

"Oh, me?"

"Yes, you."

"I'm Harry. Harry Potter."

"Cool," I reply. "(Y/N) Aubree Celeste, nice to meet you," I smile. Ron chokes on his food. I face my head towards the redhead with my eyebrows raised. "Do you need a cough-drop, Ronald?"

"Wait, come again?" He replies.

"I said, do you need a cough-drop, Ronald?" I emphasize every word.

"No no, not you, him." He faces Harry. 

"I'm Harry Potter."

Ron claps a hand to his mouth. What's so special about Harry Potter?

"Do- Do you have the... the"

"The what?"

"The scar," Ron whispers, looking at Harry in amazement.

"Oh, yeah!" Harry grins, and pushes his hair back with his hands, revealing a lighting-shaped scar.

"Wicked!"

I look over at Ron in confusement, he looks back at me, his mouth agape.

"Blimey, do you not know anything about Harry Potter?" He says, shoving a Bertie Bott Bean into his mouth.

"If you must know, I come from the states, I know nothing about magic."

"Well (Y/N) Celeste, there certainly is a lot of explaining to do." 

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"Have any of you seen a toad - a boy named Neville has lost one,"

A girl with brown, bushy hair walks in, staring at all of us eating sweets and snacks.

"Um," I clear my throat and swallow. "No," I answer, as I see Ron talking to Harry with his wand in his hand.

"Oh," She replies, "are you doing magic? Let's see then."

I completely tune everyone out as I snack on some more chocolate frogs, blimey, this girl is a bit of a know-it-all. 

I didn't even notice that we arrived at Hogwarts, I certainly didn't know that the know-it-all, Hermione Granger, would one day be my best friend. 

(A/N): How was the prologue? I know I kind of rushed the last bit, but I hope it turned out alright, anyways. 

See you in the next chapter, 

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