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

Chapter 3

Once a month, during the summer, the entire Weasley family got together at the Burrow for a family dinner. They’d been getting together like that since the end of the second wizarding war, just to celebrate family events. After everyone had finished eating and were just sitting around talking, Mama stood up. “Could I have your attention please?” she said. “We’ve had a long talk with Roxanne. We’ve explained to her…”

“That she’s a squib?” smarted off Ricky.

“No, Ricky, your sister is not a squib, and you know how I feel about your using that word, your sister is a muggle…..and she wants to go to Hogwarts.” Mama said that last part really quickly.

I just looked down at my hands. Afraid to look up at anyone. Afraid to even look at daddy. Even though he said he loved me, I was afraid I’d see something else when I looked in his eyes. The table erupted. Everyone started talking at once, saying I couldn’t go to Hogwarts. They were sorry, but I wasn’t a witch, I couldn’t go.

“Why not?” Mama asked.

“She couldn’t do the classes.” Aunt Ginny said.

“Which class? Potions? She mixes the love potions at Weasley Wizard Wheezes all the time. What else ya got!” mama demanded.

“How about flying?” Uncle Ron suggested.

“Hello! American!” Mama said, and pointed at herself. “In England.” and then she pointed to the surrounding yard. “How do you think I got here, by walk?”

“Angel!” (That’s what daddy called mama.) “You don’t have to get mean. We’re just trying to explain that it’s impossible.”

“And I’m just trying to explain that it‘s not! Wizards fly on brooms, well muggles fly on airplanes. What’s the difference?” The family kept trying to interrupt her, but Mama just kept going. “If you want her to be able to pilot the plane, I’ll put her in flying lessons tomorrow!”

“Muggles have tried to get into Hogwarts in the past and were denied.” Uncle Harry interjected.

“But I’ll bet those muggles weren’t Weasley’s. That name means something in the wizarding community. If she had your support…”

“Angelina, I’m sorry. It’s just not possible.” Grandma Molly said.

“So what you’re telling me is Fred died in vain?”

A gasp ran down the table. I finally glance up at daddy. He was staring at Mama and his eyes were full of pain. The last thing I wanted was to hurt Daddy. I was regretting ever telling Mama I wanted to go to Hogwarts.

“I’m sorry George, but what was the point of the war? You were fighting Voldemort to prevent him from conquering the wizarding world, but also the muggle world, my world. So you would be free to marry a muggle, like me, if you wanted to. Are you telling me that you’re welcome in our world, but we’re not welcome in yours?” and Mama put her arm around me.

“It’s not like I’m asking that every muggle be admitted into Hogwarts. And I understand the importance of the International Statute of Wizarding Secrecy, but we’re not talking about someone who doesn’t know magic exists. We’re talking about your daughter, who lives with magic everyday. I’m not saying it will be easy or there won’t have to be some concessions or compromises. All I’m asking is for this family to help us, or support us, of at least not oppose us.”

Daddy walked over to Mama, looked her straight in the eyes and told her, “If our daughter wants to go to Hogwarts, then she’s going to Hogwarts.” I thought my heart was going to explode, if was so full of love for George Weasley, my Daddy.