Military Potter

The New House

                            Alexandra's POV
      We have a flat. All of our stuff will be here in less then 4 hours. The movers are coming with all of our stuff. This is home for the next two years. My room completely redesigned. Honestly I just want to go back to America.
     My parents wanted me to meet the girl who lived in the flat next door. Her name was Hermione and she seemed nice but it also seemed like she was speaking a whole other language. The lift? What is that? And I apparently have to stay away from Mrs. Kettle because she's a nosy Parker. Don't ask me to translate that. And she offered me a cookie but called it a biscuit.
    She most have noticed I was so confused because she said "you aren't from here are you?"
   "No I'm from America. We just moved here."
   "Then you'll need a British to American Glossary. You can have the one I got for my trip to America two years ago. I'll be right back." She said before I could protest.
    A few minutes later Hermione was back with a book.
   "Thank you. I'll return it as soon as I'm done." I said.
    "Oh keep it. I memorized the whole thing."
    "Wow." I said.
    "Yeah. It's kinda my thing." She said.
    "Memorizing books?"
    "Memorizing what my friends call pointless knowledge."
     "Something isn't pointless if your going to use it now is it?" I asked.
    "No but when am I ever going to use it?" She asked.
    "When talking to me of course. Now in September you can tell all your friends your knowledge came in handy." I told her.
    "Thanks Alexandra." She said.
    "No problem." I said. We moved on to schools and I had to be careful what I said. Why schools? Luckily she never asked me what school I will be attended. I also forgot everyone basically went to boarding schools here. More or less. So the fact I was gone for the semesters wouldn't seem odd. I found out she was going into her ninth year which I believe translated to ninth grade. Just one more then me and the same as Harry Potter. He seems to always be in my thoughts sense me dream the other night.
    "Well I must get back to my flat. The movers should be here soon."
    "Pleasure to meet you. Hopefully I shall see you soon." She said and I said my goodbyes as well before making it back to the flat.
The movers were there so I was quick to get out of their way like always. So I basically just stood off to the side as my parents checked things off and directed the movers where to take everything.
I feel my eyes cloud over and I see something other than my new flat. Suddenly I'm in the mists of chaos. It looks to be taking place right after the World Cup. But the vision is surrounding non other then the Harry Potter. He's lost and confused and he's in the dented of a burned campsite. All of the sudden a red haired boy and Hermione? come up to him. Before the minister of Magic starts to say that Harry's the cause of the dark mark above him the red heads father is defending them.
I soon snap out of my vision. Oh no. The World Cup is in danger. I have to get to the ministry. Thank goodness I had my dad rent a flat that was connected to flou powder. Being an underage witch in a muggle family meant that flou powder was my only way to get anywhere magical.
"Mom" I whispered pulling her away. "I need to get to the Ministry of magic."
"Why?" She asked me.
"The World Cup is in danger. Death eaters are coming. I need to warn someone." I said with urgency outlining my voice.
"Sweetheart did you get one of those visions again?" My mom asked.
"Mom I know what you think about my visions but they've all come true. And people are endanger. Including the girl next door."
"Really Alexandra. It's fine to pretend these are real but you can't act on a vision." That's the other problem with muggle parents they don't believe in my visions.
Fine if she won't believe me I'll just have to write the ministry.
Dear Ministry of Magic:
My name is Alexandra Westlake a student at Hogwarts. I'm a seer. I had a vision of the World Cup only moments ago and everyone is in great danger. The dark mark will be summoned. Please do not take this lightly. If you chose not to believe me please know that despite what evidence will say, Harry Potter is not responsible and his wand was stollen. You will see but please believe me.
Sincerely,
Alexandra.
Normally I wouldn't do magic things with muggles in the house but this is urgent. So I mark the letter urgent and give it Sky, my barn owl.
I know I marked it urgent but I wasn't expecting something within the hour. But I did.
Dear Alexandra:
The ministry does not have time to deal with pranks of school children and your headmaster will be informed of this immediately and extra eyes will be put on Harry Potter in case this was a way to get him out of trouble.
Percy Weasley, assistant to the minister of Magic.
They didn't get it. This is important. Someone's going to get hurt. Why did I have to say that I was a student. If I didn't they'd take me more seriously.
     There was only one thing to do now. Write to Headmaster Dumbledore. Hopefully he would believe me and I could stay out of trouble.
Dear Headmaster Dumbledore:
      My name is Alexandra Westlake. I am a transfer student that will be attending Hogwarts in the fall. Unfortunately my reasons for writing to you were not to introduce myself. I am a seer and I had a vision of the World Cup. It's in danger. I tried to write to the ministry of magic but they didn't believe me. You are the only hope to stop it. Please believe me.
       Sincerely,
                         Alexandra.
   It was now out of my hands the only thing I could do was wait and hope he believed me.