A Muggle at Hogwarts - A Harry Potter, Next Generation Story

Chapter 2

I’d heard the story a thousand times, how Daddy met Mama. It was just a couple of years after the second wizarding war ended. Daddy had finally gotten Weasley Wizards Wheeze back up and running and he felt comfortable enough to take a holiday, off to The United States he went. Yes, that’s right, Mama is from the United States. Guess that explains why I don’t speak quite the same as the rest of the citizens of Great Britain.

Daddy was driving down the road and accidentally turned the wrong way down a one way street. Then BAMB! He ran right into Mama. They started exchanging information and Daddy laughed when he saw Mama’s name, Angelina Johnson. He’d gone to school with an Angelina Johnson. He jokingly invited her for a coffee, “to talk about old times.” And the rest, as they say, is history. After that, they quickly became inseparable, soon after they married and Daddy brought me and Mama back to England with him.

As I sat there listening to Mama tell the story, with my hand in hers, stroking my hand gently, it was like I finally heard the story for the first time. She was watching me so closely and the words were going over and over in my head, “and Daddy brought you and me back to England with him.”

“Wait…what?” I said. “But that means…Daddy’s not…what are you saying…I’m not a…?” I looked from Mama to Daddy. Mama looked so sad and scared and Daddy looked so blurry, as my eyes were full of tears. “I’m not a Weasley?” I whisper to Daddy.

“You are a Weasley! You’re my daughter and I love you.” Daddy tells me.

I’m not a Weasley. I’m not a witch. I’m not going to Hogwarts. I can’t take any more. I get up and run to my room in tears.

I don’t know how long I was in my room crying before Daddy came in. He again tried to tell me he loved me and I was his daughter and nothing else mattered. I said nothing to him. I didn’t want speak to him. I just kept crying, kept crying until I didn’t have the strength to cry any more.

That’s when Mama came in. She laid beside me on my bed and brought a wet cloth to wash my face. As she held me in her arms she told me about my real father. They’d met in college. He was tall and red-haired. “I always did have a thing for gingers.“ she smiled. He was studying to be a doctor, Mama went to school to be a teacher. They loved each other very much, and though they knew if was going to be hard having a baby and going to school, they were thrilled when they found out they were having a baby. Unfortunately, my real Daddy got involved with drugs. He was out one evening with his friends and accidentally took an overdose. Mama was lost without him. She was all alone, having lost her parents a few years earlier. She thought she’d never love another man. Then she met George Weasley and her life changed forever. “He loved you from the moment he met you.” she told me.

“But I can’t go to Hogwarts.” I said sadly. “I’ll never be a Gryffindor.”

“Is it really that important to you to go to Hogwarts?” she asked.

“Yes.”

“Then we’ll see what we can do about that.”