Tuesday, April 23, 2013

First Year: Chapter Three

Eek!  I'm so despicable!  It's been forever since I last posted, huh?  Well, no fear, superwoman is here!  I read this and I had to laugh.  I practically read J. K. Rowling's book and put it in the story.  But, it's pretty cute.  Enjoy!


First Year: Chapter Three

Diagon Alley

“This is it. The famous Leaky Cauldron,” said Mum.
         This?” I asked. “This is famous?” I asked in disbelief.
         “Yeah,” laughed Mum. “I didn’t think much of it either.”
         I had woken up excited, ate a hurried breakfast, then Mum and I took the subway to London where we would get my robes, schoolbooks, and my wand. The Leaky Cauldron was a tiny, grubby-looking pub. If Mom hadn’t pointed it out, I wouldn’t have noticed it was even there. The people hurrying by obviously didn’t either, their eyes slid from the big bookstore on the right, and the famous record shop on the left.
         “Come on! Let’s go get your books,” said Mum, steering me through the front doors. For a famous place, it was very dark and shabby.
         A few old women were sitting at a table in corner both drinking glasses of sherry. One of them was smoking on a very long pipe. A little man in a top hat was talking to the bartender, who was quite bald and looked like a toothless walnut.
         She led me out of the bar and out into a small, walled courtyard, where there was nothing but a battered tin trashcan and a few ugly weeds. 
         “Alright,” said Mum, taking her wand out of her purse. “I believe its three up…two across….” She said tapping the brick wall with her wand.
         The brick she had touched with her wand quivered—it wriggled—in the middle, a small hole appeared—it grew wider and wider—a second later we were facing a large archway.
         “Welcome,” said Mum smiling widely, “to Diagon Alley.”
         She laughed at my surprised face. “C’mon,” she said taking my hand and leading me out of the courtyard. I turned my head around quickly and saw the archway shrink instantly back into a solid wall.
         The sun shone brightly on a stack of cauldrons outside the nearest shop. CALDRONS—ALL SIZES—COPPER, BRASS, PEWTER, SILVER—SELF-STIRRING—COLLAPSIBLE, said the sign hanging over them.
         “You’ll be needing one,” said Mum, “but we need to get our money first.”
         “Why? Why can’t we just use our money?” I asked.
         “Well, wizards have a different kind of money. We use “Muggle Money”. There are Galleons, Sickles and Knuts, which is wizard money. Seventeen Sickles to a Galleon and twenty-nine Knuts to a Sickle, it’s easy enough to remember.”
         I wished I had about twenty more eyes. I tried to turn my head in every direction trying to see everything as Mum led me down the crowded street. There was a broom shop, a pet store packed with sleepy owls, meowing cats, croaking toads, big chameleons, and a bat, hanging on the sign. There was another cauldron shop, four bookshops, a wand shop, three robe shops, and an ice cream shop along with many other stores.
         “This is Gringotts,” said Mum. “The wizard bank.”
         We had stopped at a white marble building that towered over all the other tiny stores. Standing beside its fancy bronze doors, dressed in scarlet and gold was a—
         “That’s a goblin,” said Mum softly. “They guard the bank. They are a bit like leprechauns.”
         We walked up the white steps and the goblin bowed as we walked through the doors.
         Another pair of goblins bowed when we went inside but I hardly noticed as I looked around. About hundred or so goblins were in the vast hall. The goblins were busy at work scribbling in large ledgers, weighing coins in brass scales, and examining pretty stones through eyeglasses. There were too many doors to count leading off the hall, and yet, more goblins were showing people in and out of these. Mom led me to a long desk in the back.
         “Morning,” said Mum to a free goblin. “We need to change some Muggle money into wizard money, please.”
         “This way please,” said the goblin.
         He walked away and we quickly followed him. He led us to the side and then he stopped. “The money please,” he said holding out a thin hand. Mum dug in her purse and quickly took out a wad of green pounds. “Here you go,” she said, placing it in his hand.
The goblin quickly counted the money, placed it in a drawer, and opened another drawer. Inside were bronze coins, silver coins, and much to my amazement, thick golden coins. He took a woolen sack and took a few handfuls and placed it in the sack. “Here you go,” he said tightening the string and handing the bag to mum.
“Thank you,” she said, taking the bag and putting it in her purse. “Come on, Emma,” she said, taking my hand. She led me out of
the hall, through the door and back into Diagon Alley.
         “Let’s go get your robes next, Emma,” said Mum. She led me through the busy street and then stopped in front of a building with the store name printed in gold lettering above the door:



         Mum led me inside and a squat, old smiling witch dressed all in mauve greeted us. “Hello! Do you need Hogwarts robes?” she asked when Mum opened her mouth. “Yes,” said Mum.
         “Alright then, if you’ll just wait here, Mrs.?”
         “Roth,” said Mum.
         “Well then Mrs. Roth, I’ll just take Miss?”
         “Emma,” I said shyly. She smiled at me.
         “I’ll just take Miss Emma in the back, and fix her some robes, though you can come on back if you prefer,” said Mrs. Malkin.
         “I think I’ll come,” said Mum.
         “Alright then…”
         After getting me four pairs of plain black robes, we went to a bookstore called Flourish and Blotts and bought all my schoolbooks and a few others that look interesting. I got a nice set of glass phials and a good cauldron. I also got some ink, parchment, and some plain quills, and Mum gave me a silver Sickle to buy something I wanted. I chose a small bottle of ink that changed colors whenever you wrote. Finally, after getting some basic potion ingredients and my other things, there was only one thing left on the list: a wand.
         “Mm…” said Mum looking down at the list. “Well, I got mine at Ollivanders, lets just go there.”
         “Okay,” I said.
         She took my hand and led me down a street and once, she asked another witch where his shop was. She pointed the other way, said some quick words to Mum, before running off with her crying baby.
         “Alright…. Here it is!” she said stopping. The shop was narrow and shabby. Peeling gold letters over the doorway read Ollivanders: Makers of Fine Wands since 382 B.C. A single wand lay on the faded purple cushion in the dusty window.
         A small bell tinkled when Mum opened the ancient door and we stepped inside. It was a tiny place, filled with lots of shelves full of small boxes that I supposed had wands in them.
         “Good afternoon,” said a soft voice. I jumped in surprise and so did Mum. A very old man stepped out of the shadows. He had pale skin and a cloud of snowy white hair on his head.
         “Hello,” said Mum.
         “Ah yes,” said the man. “Miss Helen. I remember you well. I believe your wand is that of hawthorn wood, ten inches and with the hair of a unicorn tail?” he asked.
         “I believe so,” replied Mum.
         “Ah well, let’s find your wand Miss?”
         “Emma Roth,” I said, smiling.
         “Ah yes. Well, Miss Emma Roth, lets find that wand of yours, shall we?” He walked away and reappeared holding a small, thin box. He opened the lid and took out the wand inside. “Right then Miss Roth. Try this one. Beech-wood and a mermaid scale. Nine inches. Nice and flexible. Just take it and give it a wave,” he said holding out the wand. I took it from his pale hands and waved it. There was a loud sound of breaking glass and a vase on a shelf fell down and broke. “No, no,” he said taking the wand back. “Maybe this one,” he said coming back with another box. “Maple and phoenix feather. Seven inches. Quite bendy.” I took it and waved again. Twenty or thirty boxes flew off a shelf and crashed onto the floor.
         We tried several more wands and all of them did something bad. The seventh one when I waved it was the worst. An entire shelf tilted over and fell to the floor, taking a few other bookshelves with it. “Mm,” said Mr. Ollivander snatching the wand back. “Tricky customer, eh?” He once more came back holding another box. “Ivy wood, with the hair of a very beautiful unicorn—he wasn’t too happy when I plucked it! Nine and a half inches. Very good for charms. Go on, try it out,” I hesitantly took it from his hand. As my hand wrapped around it I felt a connection. I waved it excitedly and silver and gold sparks like fireworks shot out of the tip.
         “Bravo! Bravo!” said Mum clapping excitedly.
         “Oh, yes! Bravo! Indeed, oh a very fine wand Miss Roth,” said Mr. Ollivander. Mum paid him seven gold Galleons for my new wand, and Mr. Ollivander bowed us out of the shop.
         “Wow, Emma. You have a wand now!” said Mum excitedly as we walked down the still busy road.
         “Yeah! I can’t wait to learn some magic!” I said happily. I waved my wand again and different colored sparks shot out of it.
         “Come on. Let’s get some ice cream to celebrate,” said Mum. She led me into a bright looking shop where we bought ice cream sundaes with chocolate syrup and whipped cream.
         We then walked around looking at all the different shops, before going back through the wall, into the Leaky Cauldron, and then back out in the busy London Square.

Saturday, March 30, 2013


No, this is not the next chapter, but if you were excited that it was, than that's good!  It means you (hopefully) like it!

This is just about my blogs.  This is my third blog which is basically a fanfiction about a half-blood that goes to Hogwarts and falls and in love with Harry Potter.

My second blog is for Lord of the Rings lovers!!!!  I LOVE Lord of the Rings!  They are both brilliant books, but Lord of the Rings is my precious. ;)  That is a fanfiction as well, about my totally awesome character Laurana.  She and Emma were the ones that got me writing fanfictions and eventually pushing above and beyond to create my own stories.  Here's the link: http://lordoftheringslaurana.blogspot.com/

And last but not least is my first blog called The Randomness of an Author.  It has a bunch of 'randomness' stuff, mostly pertaining to writing.  On there are my original works and novels that I am writing, and I have quite a few!  http://randomnessofanauthor.blogspot.com/

Thank you so much for taking you time to check out this blog.  I hope it is a distraction from a boring Saturday morning.  ;)


First Year: Chapter Two

Here is the next update!  This is dedicated to AbbyRose, for her awesome comment!  :)  The next comment gets the next dedication!  This is an interesting chapter, and I remember typing this all up from my copy of Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone.  I think it is found in Chapter Four, but I'm not sure.
Enjoy!  :)

First Year: Chapter Two

The Letter from the Barred Owl

The next morning was normal. I got dressed, brushed my hair, cleaned my room, made my bed and then went downstairs to eat breakfast.
“Morning, Emma,” said Mom cheerfully.
          “Morning, Mom!” I said in an equally cheerful voice. I seated myself down at the worn oak wood table, and then helped myself to some hot blueberry pancakes.
“Emma can you pass the bacon?” asked Dad behind the morning newspaper. 
“Yep!” I said and handed him the plate of crispy Canadian bacon. “Can you please pass the syrup, Dad?”
He laughed and put the newspaper on the empty chair beside him. “Of course, Emma,” he said handing me the small glass bottle of Maple syrup. 
“Mom? Can I please go and play at Jenna’s house tomorrow?” I asked as I placed my knife in the butter dish and slathered it on my pancakes. 
“Of course! But why tomorrow?” she asked.
“Well, I told Mrs. Kitten that I would help her weed the garden today and plant the flowers she bought yesterday,” I said as I poured thick brown syrup over my mountain pancakes.
“Oh,” said Mom, reaching to take some bacon. “OH!” she really cried and she accidentally spilled the pitcher full of orange juice next to her arm.
“Mom! What is it?” I cried as the orange juice began creeping toward me across the table. She pointed at the window. 
Mom must have opened it to let in the cool summer breeze in morning. I had my back to the window so I turned around in my seat and gasped. 
An owl swooped in under the lace curtains and landed on the table. He was quite handsome, with black beady eyes, a yellow beak, yellow talons with sharp tips, and a feathery body, the feathers in different shades of brown.
Dad let loose a cry and his eyes widened behind his glasses. The owl turned his head toward me and held out a leg. I then realized there was a crisp white letter tied to it. He hooted and shook his leg.
I was uncertain. When I was seven I had gone into a pet shop and a mean parrot had bit me on the hand. It hurt quite a lot. “Take it Emma!” said Mom excitedly.
        “Um, why?” I asked.
        “Just do it, you’ll see!” she said.  Her eyes were shining.
I held out a hand and quickly untied the letter. “Here boy,” said Mom quietly, a smile on her face. In her hands she held a crisp piece of bacon. The owl ruffled its feathers importantly, flapped over, accepted the bacon, opened its wings, and then flew back outside through the window and disappeared in the cloudless blue sky.
“What was that!?” I exclaimed.
“A Hogwarts Owl!” said Mom happily.
“That was one of the…” said Dad with wide eyes.
Mom nodded excitedly. “Our daughters a witch!”
“What? I’m a witch?” I cried. “You mean I’m a bad girl?”
“Oh! No dear! I’m sorry! Oh! Just open the letter!” said Mom excitedly. 
I looked down at the letter and broke the red seal stamped on the center. My eyes widened as I quickly read the letter, and then I had to re-read it to take it all in:




(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock,

Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)

Dear Miss Roth, 
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later than July 31.
Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall

Minerva McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress

“I’m a…I’m a wizard!” I exclaimed excitedly. 
“That you are dear!” said Mom. “May I please see it?” she asked. I handed her the letter and then looked for the other piece of paper. I found it, unfolded it, and read it:




First-year students will require:
1. Three sets of plain work robes (black)
2. One plain pointed hat (black) for day wear
3. One pair of protective gloves (dragon hide or similar)
4. One winter cloak (black, silver fastenings)
Please note that all pupils’ clothes should carry name tags


All students should have a copy of each of the following:

    The Standard Book of Spells (Grade One)
       By Miranda Goshhawk
    A History of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot
    Magical Theory by Adalbert Waffling
    A Beginners’ Guide to Transfiguration by Emeric Swich
    One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi
       By Phyllida Spore
    Magical Drafts and Potions by Arsenius Jigger
    Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them
       By Newt Scamander
    The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection
       By Quentin Trimble 

    1 wand
    1 cauldron (pewter, standard size 2)
    1 set glass or crystal phials
    1 telescope
    1 set brass scales

Students may also bring an owl OR a cat OR a toad


“Wow! Where do we get all this stuff! Where—Hey! Mom! How did you know the owl that brought me this was from Hogwarts!?” I demanded.
“I’m a witch too, hun!” she said. 
“You are! Really?” I exclaimed. She nodded. “Dad did you go to Hogwarts too?”
“No,” he said. “I married your mother and after we got married she told me she was a witch, but I still love her,” he said with affection.
Mom smiled at him and leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. “I’m sorry we never told you dear. Other people, like your father--‘Muggles’ are what we call them--don’t know about us wizards. We never told you because I didn’t want you to feel upset if the letter never came,” she said. 
“Do you, do you have a wand?” I asked. 
“Oh! I was hoping you would ask!” she got up from the table and went upstairs. 
“Er, so you’re a Muggle?” I asked Dad.
“Apparently!” he said with a laugh. I joined in.
“Here it is!” said Mom proudly after coming downstairs. She walked over to me and in her hands she held carefully a long slender stick, polished smooth. “This is the wand I got in Diagon Alley when I was eleven, at Ollivanders Wand Shop. It is a hawthorn wood, ten inches with a unicorn hair, I believe!” she said proudly.
“Can—can you do—you know—magic on it?” I asked. 
“Of course!” she said. “You better close the curtains though so others won’t see,” she said.
“All right!” I said eagerly. I jumped up and closed the curtains, and, for good measure, the windows. 
“Okay, let me see! Oh! Of course!” she said. “Evanesco!” she said pointing her wand at the spilled orange juice. It disappeared. 
“Wow! I always wondered how you kept the house so clean!” I cried. 
“Watch this!” she said happily. “Wingardium Leviosa!” she said pointing her wand at the coffee pot. “More coffee dear?” she asked as the pot of coffee tilted itself and brown liquid poured out and into Dad’s empty cup. 
“Yes, thank you very much!” he said laughing. 
Bubulo!” she said. Little colored bubbles sprouted out of her wand and Isabella meowed excitedly and began swinging her paw trying to catch them. We all laughed. “Hoterio!” my cold pancakes were now hot again. I laughed and cut a piece and crammed the warm pancake in my mouth. 
“Can you repair anything?” I asked.
“Of course!” she said and she dropped her glass cup. It landed on the table with a bang and cracked apart. “Reparo!” the white shards of glass flew back together and made it perfectly fine with no cracks, as though it had never been dropped. 
“Cool! Hey! Can you transfigure stuff?” I asked. “Like changing my pancakes into danish cakes?”
She nodded and waved her wand. My pancakes changed into a beautiful pile of danish treats with vanilla and lemon filling. I eagerly reached to grab it but it turned back into a plain pancake. “Hey!” I laughed. She laughed also. “Pop Tarts aren’t good for you!” 
“I know!” I said. “I love blueberry pancakes anyways!” I said and cut another piece of pancake and placed it in my mouth. “Hey! Can you turn Isabella into a different animal?” I asked. 
“Yes! But she won’t like it!” she said slowly.  “What’s the spell again?” and then she remembered.  She waved her wand at Isabella and suddenly Isabella wasn’t a cat anymore, she was a gray dog! Isabella began barking crazily and in her hurry, fell off the couch. “Oh,” said Mom. She waved her wand and Isabella was once again a cat. Isabella hissed and scurried out of the room. “I shouldn’t have done that…” said Mom.  Isabella wouldn’t come to her for at least a week.
“When can we go get my wand?” I asked eagerly. 
“How about on Friday?” she asked.
“Friday? No! Why not tomorrow?” I asked.  “Jenna can wait!”
“All right!” she said with a laugh.

Yeah!  She's a halfblood!  She get's to go to Hogwarts!!  And meet a certain little boy with green eyes.  ;)
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Friday, March 29, 2013

First Year: Chapter One

Wow!  This actually wasn't as bad as I thought it would be.  Take note this was written by a ten-year-old, but I actually like my little writing, even though it IS a wee bit to descriptive.  :)

First Year: Chapter One

A Day at the Zoo

I woke up in my queen size bed in my room, on the second floor, of my house, that I lived in with my mother, Helen Roth, and my father, David Roth. So that made me Emma Roth. 
My bedroom was a light lilac with lacy curtains over my clear window facing the yard. It was decent with a door to the hall way and a nice walk in closet for my clothes and other things. My bedspread was a dark purple with light purple, lilac and silver colored leaves and vines that crawled up it.
I was lying in my bed looking up at my white popcorn ceiling, and listening to the sweet chatter of birds through my open window. My arms were holding on tightly to my bear, Emi. I usually never slept with her, but last night, I had grabbed my brown bear down from the shelf off my closet, and had cuddled with her. 
“Emma!” came the call of my Mom. “Emma!” she cried again, this time sounded more exasperated.  I think her calls is what had woken me up.
“Coming Mom!” I shouted. I turned my head and groaned in my pillow. Last night I had stayed up a bit too late watching some TV and had gone to bed much later than I was supposed to. 
“Emma! We’ll be late for the Zoo!” she called again.
“Alright Mom!” I yelled. “I’m getting up now!” I yelled. I groaned again and swung my bare legs over the edge of my bed onto the hard polished wooden floor and walked over to my white dresser. I looked at myself in the big mirror and hung my head. My hair was a dark greasy brown instead of my natural dirty-blonde hair.
Shower day.
I grabbed a pair of clothes and walked down the hall into my bathroom. I undressed, tested the water, and then got in. It was cold at first but it slowly became warmer. I washed my hair, put on conditioner, turned off the water, rubbed vanilla smelling soap on, rinsed my hair and body off, and rubbed myself down with a fluffy white towel. 
Refreshed, I put on some baggy shorts, a big purple T-shirt with a store logo, some purple flip-flops, and did my hair in a neat braid.
I then cleaned up the bathroom. Hung up the mat, folded my towel, picked up my pajama’s and put them in the dirty clothes, turned off the light and finally went downstairs. 
“Oh! There you are, Emma!” said Helen when I walked into our bright kitchen. “Oh! Good for you! You took a shower!”
“Yes,” I answered. The DREADFUL shower! I thought. 
“Well come along.” She said. “Can you please feed Isabella, while I make put some toast in for you?” she asked.
“Okay, Mom,” I said. 
“Meow!” meowed our gray cat. Isabella gracefully jumped down from the leather couch where she had been dozing, and walked over.
Isabella was a soft gray cat with bright green eyes. She had evenly matched white sock prints on her small feet; she also had a long thin tail that swung around gracefully, like another creature. Her underside was white all the way up to her gray tail. She was about two years old in human years, and the Roth family adored her.
We had gotten her from an old Lady down the street that had so many cats that they filled her entire house. When we were gone, Isabella would go down there with the other cats and play and take a drink of the milk that Mrs. Kitten put out for her cats. 
“Hey girl!” I said to the elegant cat. I leaned down and Isabella jumped in my arms, and much to my delight, licked my cheek. 
I put her down on a brown mat and filled her pink bowl with cat foot, and her silver dish with clear water from the kitchen faucet. 
She delicately ate the food, licked herself, took a sip of water, then jumped back over to the leather couch, and curled up into a small ray of sunlight and took another small catnap. 
“Come on Emma! Eat your food!” cried Mom, setting a plate of buttered toast on the table. I quickly sat down, smeared blackberry jam on it, and took a yummy bite. When we finished, we cleared off the table, and grabbed some last minute things, before rushing off into the car to go to the Zoo. 

*        *        *

We paid the cashier, and then went inside the big gates. All day we looked at monkeys, birds, turtles, fishes, elephants, giraffes and other wild creatures. We stopped at a stand and shared some pizza. Mom then got me a vanilla ice-cream cone and I gladly ate it in the hot June sun. (I shared with her of course!)
“Come on, Mom! Lets go to the Reptile Room!” I cried. She followed me into a dark building where glass tanks were set into the walls.
Inside the tanks were snakes, bugs, frogs, and other reptilian creatures were in cages. I looked at a picture of a green frog and tried to find it in the cage. It was well blended in when I finally found him.  But then I tore my attention away when I heard a scream. 
My eyes widened as I saw a huge brown snake slithering freely crossing the floor, toward us. Now I was not exactly terrified of snakes, but when a brown snake ten feet long is coming right toward you with his fangs showing, anyone in their right mind would run.
I let loose a small scream and ran out of the room as fast as I could.

Later that day, safely home in our house with NO snakes, I was lying in my bed reading a fun chapter book with Isabella curled up next to me.
When the snake had gotten loose, a bunch of Zoo Keepers rushed out and told us and a bunch of others to stay calm and go to their cars and come back another day. We had sat through an hour of traffic before finally pulling up to our driveway on Magnolia Crescent. 
When Mom had unlocked the door, Mom had gone into the bathroom telling me she was going to take a long nice bath, and told me I could do whatever I wanted to. 
I put the adventure novel down and scratched Isabella’s soft gray ears. She purred softly at my comforting touch.
“You want to go outside girl?” I asked the cat.
Isabella looked up at me with her beautiful green eyes. “C’mon girl,” I said. I picked her up and took her outside where we played together in the cool green grass. After dangling a string from my hand for Isabella to paw at, I lay on the grass and looked at the puffy white clouds with Isabella. After a while I closed my eyes and, without meaning to, fell fast asleep.
I awoke when I heard a desperate cry from the house. “Emma! Emma! Emma! Where are you!” yelled my Mom frantically.
“I’m in the backyard!” I called.
“Oh Emma!” she cried. She opened the back door and ran outside and then hugged me. “Oh, Emma! Please don’t do that again,” she said.
“Sorry, Mom,” I said sheepishly.
“Alright,” she said sitting up, “come and help me make the casserole for dinner tonight before your father comes home.”
“Alright, Mom!” I said cheerfully. I got up and took Isabella inside the house. We then washed our hands, pulled out some ingredients, chopped some veggies up, and then put it in the oven to cook.
When Dad came home, the table was set and a chicken casserole and a green salad were waiting.
After supper, we cleaned up, watched a funny movie and then I went upstairs and fell asleep, not knowing that tomorrow my life would change forever.

Ooh!  What's going to happen tomorrow?
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My name is Madeline, and I absolutely LOVE Harry Potter!  Two years ago I started writing this story, and since it has been left in the the deepest corners of my hard-drive...until now.  

To help you get an idea of what she looks like she has light brown, carmel colored hair, tan skin, and pretty eyes that I think are brown.  She's clever and nice, but we'll leave that up to you to decide as you read this story.  :)

Thank you for taking your time to read this fan-fiction about Hogwarts. It’s a sweet little story about a half-blood girl that finds out she is a wizard, goes to Hogwarts, and falls in love with Harry Potter. 

Part of the reason why I wrote this story is because what happens in the seventh book at Hogwarts when Harry, Hermione, and Ron leaves? I thought it would be fun to make a story about that with the Carrow siblings and such.  :)

Thanks for reading and enjoy the story!