Ivy Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone

Chapter One

"Ivy! Hermione! You've got a visitor!" Dr. Evelyn Granger yelled up the stairs at her two daughters.

"DOWN IN A SEC!" Ivy yelled down the stairs, sprinting down, almost tripping and falling on her face. "HERMIONE ARE YOU COMING?"

"Yes," Hermione walked down the stairs a lot more respectively.

Dr. Evelyn and Dr. Myles were sitting on the couch with a strange woman. The woman wore a green cloak and a green pointed hat, and small glasses.

"Hermione, Ivy, this is...?" Myles Granger started, turning to the strange woman.

"Professor McGonagall," the woman informed them.

"And you are here because...?" Evelyn Granger continued.

"Do you wish for me to quote the letter, or to just give you the short version?" Professor McGonagall asked before quietly shooing the two parents out.

"Quote the letter!" Hermione exclaimed.

"Short version!" Ivy exclaimed at the same time Hermione exclaimed her opinion.

"Just give us all the short version, but hand Hermione the letter," Ivy suggested.

Professor McGonagall passed a letter in an envelope to Hermione, who started to read it eagerly. "Now, Ms. P—Granger," she turned to Ivy, ignoring the small misstep, "you and your sister have been accepted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."

"We—what?"

"I know it is a very difficult idea to stomach, so I'll just have to do something to persuade you. Ms. Granger?" she tapped Hermione's neck. "You might want to see this."

Hermione turned around and watched intently. Professor McGonagall's face slowly grew...whiskers? And her ears were moving to the top of her head, and becoming pointier. Her nose started to stick out more, and a black bit was growing. Quickly, it became clear what was happening. Professor McGonagall was turning into a cat.

"But, that's—" Ivy protested. Hermione just watched, and Ivy could see the gears turning in her mind. "W-Well I guess the cat proves that magic exists, but us being magic?"

"Anything ever happened, that you couldn't explain?" Professor McGonagall asked the two.

"Well there was that time a year ago when Hermione was 11 and I was 10, and we were at the zoo, and I saw this boy. He was really weird, and he was talking to a snake. The woman with him clearly thought it was his fault that the other boys fell in...but it was mine. I made the glass go away and come back. That boy only talked to the snake," Ivy admitted.

McGonagall opened her mouth as if to say something, but stopped herself.

"And there was one time where I was reading, and I fell asleep before finishing the book, and by the time I woke up, I knew everything in the book. And I know I didn't finish the book because it was still on the same page I fell asleep during," Hermione said proudly, without the partial regret that Ivy had had in her voice.

"See there's magic in you both, and we'll have to teach you how to use it at Hogwarts," Professor McGonagall told them. "That is, if you're going to come."

"Eh, nothing to lose, I suppose," Ivy reasoned.

"She's going to get herself killed—or expelled—without me there," Hermione said patronizingly.

Ivy slapped her playfully, "I can take care of myself, little miss know it all."

"Well, it's July 24th, a week before Ivy's birthday I believe," Professor McGonagall ignored the small quarrel.

"Birthday? But no one knows my birthday."

"You've been on the list since the day you were born, Ivy. And your birthday's written down on the list."

"So my birthday is July 31st?"

"1980."

"What's the list?" Hermione, as usual, had to ask some question.

"The list writes a name down when a magical child exhibits magic, and also writes down their birthday, so we know when to send their letter, or to come to them in a muggleborn's case."

"Muggleborn?" Hermione asked, distraught that she didn't understand the word.

"A muggle is a non magic person such as your parents, so a muggleborn is a witch or wizard born out of a non magic family."

"So, when do we go to Hogwarts?" Ivy asked, having given up on all logic.

McGonagall opened her mouth, but Hermione beat her to it, "September 1st. We have to say if we're going or not by your birthday. But how are we gonna get all this stuff?"

"I'll send someone out to fetch you, perhaps myself, although perhaps someone else, who will take you to Diagon Alley."

"Is that where we get all the cool magic stuff?"

McGonagall sighed, "Yes." She cleared her voice before continuing, "Well somebody will pick you up on August 14th to help you get your things. For now, farewell," and with that Professor McGonagall simply disappeared*.

*AKA disapparated

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"Professor Dumbledore, why can't I tell her?" Professor McGonagall asked Dumbledore after she had gotten back to Hogwarts, by apparating near the grounds and then walking the rest of the way.

"It will be better if she finds out on her own, Minerva, the sorting hat will call her Potter anyway, she'll figure it out," Dumbledore said simply.

"And if she doesn't?"

"We will inform her if it becomes necessary."

"Fine. So how is it with the other one?"

"The muggles are determined to not let him get it, but I've sent more, and if necessary, I'll send Hagrid."

"Is it wise to trust Hagrid with that?"

"We went over this when we delivered the boy to the Dursleys."

"He forgot one though!"

"He didn't have time to retrieve her, and he figured the muggles would find her if she was alive."

"What are we going to do when she sees her grave. Her grave, Professor."

"It will be explained to her in good time."

"And she said she saw her brother, when he was talking to the snake, supposedly she set it loose."

"They're twins, they were working together."

McGonagall sighed in annoyance, "So we're gonna leave her to her own devices? Honestly, she reminds me of her father, so she's trouble."

"She'll be fine, quit worrying and come get a lemon drop," Dumbledore held up a lemon flavored candy. McGonagall gave a small half smile as she took the tangy candy and popped it into her mouth, briefly wincing at the sour flavor.

"Shall I send Pomona to take them to Diagon Alley, as I assume Hagrid will most likely take Harry, and you and I still need to get ready for the new year."

"That would be splendid, Minerva," Dumbledore popped another lemon drop into his mouth, and McGonagall left the office to keep planning the school year.