Military Potter

Stationed Overseas

Alexandra's POV
No. No. No. They can't do this. I thought I was going to stay at Ilvermorny until I graduated. Now I have to relocate to a wizardry school in London. It's nothing new but I finally thought it would stop. I'm starting eighth grade for crying out loud. Now I have to change and get sorted with the first years. I know all about Hogwarts. Everyone at my school does. We know about all the magic schools but with the boy who lived attending that one, it gets talked about a lot.
I have everything I need for school. We got it at WestVille (a made up by me Wizard town in America) so all I have to do now is like my dad says 'get settled in' before I leave. But I don't know why we even bother unpacking. We'll just move in two years. I'm tired of it. I'm tired of the army moving us every two years.
"Honey are you ready for bed? We have to leave for the plain very early tomorrow." My mom said.
   "Yeah." I replied.
   "I know it's hard but maybe in a few years you can go back to Ilvermorny."
  "And leave all my new friends behind? When will it stop? It was supposed to stop at Ilvermorny. That was supposed to be it and just as I was adjusting to maybe being partially normal, you move me to England!" I shout.
   "Alexandra I know this is hard but the only place better then the place we are leaving is the place we're going."
   "That's what you always say and it's never any easier."
"I know but I'm sure you'll make lots of friends and have a great time."
"I'm tired of making friends! Why can't I just keep the ones I have?"
"Because then you would miss out on all the wonderful people you've never met. Who knows. Maybe you'll like this better than Ilvermorny."
"That's not possible. What about Mark? Or Becky? Jane? Kyle? What about them?"
"You can write owls."
"That's not the same! I'll miss out on so much! Like always. And you know that people get busy and tend to forget all about you!"
"I'm sure that's not going to happen."
"How can you be so sure? Every time they move us it's the same thing. People stay in touch for a little and then you never hear from them again!"
"This could be different."
"Or it could be exactly the same! I'm going to bed." I said.
"Goodnight Honey." My mom said. Dad had left a few nights ago so he of course wasn't in the hotel to say goodnight. No he was signing a contract for a lease for a flat in London. A flat. That's where those people live. Not apartments, flats. The same thing but with an English name. Just like everything else in England. Everything I now have get use to.
*Vision*
"Alexandra Potter!" A lady with glasses said. I guess there was another Alexandra. After all I was Alexandra May Westlake. But the headmaster was gesturing for me to go up. I had always known that I was adopted, my parents never kept that from me, but non of us knew who I was born to or why they gave me up. What if this man held all the answers.
"Brave Resilient Adaptable and Tolerant. A true Brat." The hat said. Great once again I'll be labeled a brat and not a military one. "You be long in GRYFFINDOR!" The hat yelled.
A whole table of people dressed in robes laced in red stood up and started to clap Harry Potter in particular.
*end of vision*
I had known for just over a year and a half now that I was a seer and on and off over that time I had visions. I had yet to have more than one not come true. So the question was why did Harry Potter, The-Boy-Who-Lived, stand up for me?
I tossed and turned as I tried to figure it out. What was that? Harry Potter's parents died with only one child, so if my biological family is Potter, how could I be his sister?

To be honest, I didn't know what to think.

A/N. I want to dedicate this to all the military kids out there. Even if you're parent(s) has/have never been deployed while you were born. As a military child myself I understand how much you serve and want to thank you. Also for those of you who don't know B.R.A.T stands for Bravery Resilience Adaptability and Tolerance.