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Hogwarts, Here We Come! by Emilyinlove
Chapter 2 : Chapter One: Fourteen Years Later
 
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Disclaimer: I do no own J.K. Rowling, the Harry Potter books, series, characters movies or the overall Harry Potter world. I just worship in it's greatness. I also do not own "Fergalicious", because that belongs to Fergie and whoever else wrote it.

Author's Note: Hey everyone! I'm back with a new chapter for the re-written version of Hogwarts, Here We Come! I've gotten a lot of reviews asking why I'm rewriting, so I just thought I clear this all up. I read over the story a while ago, once I had finished it and thought "Hmm...there's a few things missing" and there could also be more detail and such. So that's what I'm doing. Most of the chapters will be EXACTLY the same, and there might be some added ones. I'm just taking the story a bit slower, because it did go a bit fast as well. So I hope you still like the new version and stay my loyal reader.

Chapter One: Fourteen Years Later



It was a surprisingly warm and sunny day for late September. Especially along the south coast, which was known for its torrential rain. But personally, I was enjoying the sunshine. It meant I could put off layering my clothes just a little bit longer.

I was currently sitting on the floor in front of the television, eating a bowl of cold cereal as I tackled my homework that was assigned earlier today. I usually did multiple things at once because that was just how my brain worked.

"Emily!" My mother called before coming to the door of my bedroom. That's me, Emily Williams, but I prefer to just be called Emily. "Are you done your homework yet?"

I rolled my eyes at her. Ever since I had gotten home about an hour ago, my mother has been nagging at me to do my homework. It's not like I'm just not going to bother. I'm a straight A student for crying out loud! That would be so out of character for me. And even if I didn't do it just this once, it wouldn't matter because of my straight A status.

"Not yet," I answered patiently.

"What do you have left?" She questioned, making me roll my eyes yet again. That was one of my habits I just couldn't help.

"This last little bit of math and my French homework," I informed her.

"Well, make sure you finish it because if you don't, you won't be allowed to go to the movies with your friends tomorrow night," She warned for me to grimace in response.

About a week ago, my friends and I had made plans to go to the movies this Friday, and ever since then my mother had been "threatening" to not let me go if I don't do all my homework, all of my chores and of course, behave.

"Okay, mom," I said monotonously, but also as a subtle hint for her to go away. She got the clue and walked away before I began to work again. I quickly scribbled down the last few answers to my math homework before taking out my French and starting to work on that.

I looked at the piece of paper that laid in front of me before playing with the pencil in my hand as I tried to figure out the answer.

Of course, because I had plans that could be altered by the amount of homework that I was assigned, I had loads of homework in each subject. Except for Art and Drama, but there has never been any homework in that.

I had now finished my science homework which was a few worksheets on electricity and physics, my worst subject, and my math homework which was jut a small booklet of two or three pages on algebraic equations.

We had one worksheet in French, thank goodness, and all we had to do was translate these sentences into French to the very best of our ability.

"I want a piece of pizza," I read out loud to help me focus as I still tried to figure it out. "Oh yeah! Je...veux....un morceau...de...pizza."

My French homework was most definitely the easiest to finish as I've always had a knack for languages. It definitely helped that I've been learning French since I was in the fourth grade.

It was so easy that I finished it in seven minutes and twenty-three seconds exactly. I stuffed all of my homework into my school bag before going to the living room and dumping on the floor in there, which I would catch some flack for later.

I walked back to my room, grabbing a few pieces of blank paper from the supply box in my mother's room along the way. As I walked into my room, I stopped in front of the mirror, taking the time to look at my reflection.

My reflection showed a girl with light ash blonde hair that barely reached her shoulders. It was also pin-straight and had choppy layers and highlights all throughout. Personally, I thought my eyes were one of my best features, if not the best. They are moss green with different areas of silver. I didn't like to put a lot of make-up on them, so the lashes just had a thin layer of dark purple mascara on them that really made my eyes pop.

I was quite pale, but at the moment my skin had a hint of a tan from my summer vacation in California, and from all the tanning I had done with my friends during the summer. See, I'm one of those people who are extremely pale all year and even if they lay in the sun for hours on end, they don't tan or burn.

I was at an average height in my opinion. I was five feet and two inches tall, but that was short considered to most people, especially my friends.

At this exact moment, I was wearing a pair of grey sweatpant capris with "PANTHERS" (my school's mascot) written down the left leg in big, black block letters, and a black tank top with a light purple and white argyle design on it. I also had on my "signature" bracelets as I liked to call them. They were a plain silver chain around my left wrist, and another silver chain around my right wrist, but this was had a microphone charm on it.

I plopped back down on my floor, tapping my fingers on my legs and every so often I would write something down on the paper.

"Fergalicious, definition: makes them boys go loco," echoed throughout my slightly messy bedroom.

I took the phone out of my back pocket and slid it open, holding it to my ear. "Hi Hannah," I said automatically, knowing that only she would set the ringtone on my phone to that for when she called.

"Hey," She replied. "So you're still coming tomorrow, right?" I continued writing down what I had been scribbling down before she called. "Are you still there?"

"Hmm? Oh...yeah," I answered.

"Oh yeah, you're coming to the movies or oh yeah, you're there?" She questioned.

"Oh yeah, I'm here. I'm just a little...busy, but I'll most likely be able to come tomorrow. I just have to keep doing my homework, chose and I also have to keep 'behaving'," I said, making air quotes as I said "behaving" even though I was fully aware that she wouldn't be able to see them. I just used my hands a lot when I spoke, one of my many quirks.

"You? Behave? Never!" She exclaimed in mock horror.

"Oh shut up, you," I growled at her.

Hannah Scott was one of my best friends. She had long, dirty blonde hair that went to the middle of her back. It was usually straightened or tied back in a high ponytail on the back of her head. She also had soft blue eyes that were sometimes hidden behind glasses, but that was usually when her mother was around or when she knew her mother would be coming. She was super athletic, much unlike myself, specializing in sprinting and long distance running, which in my opinion was not normal. But that's probably because I'd only run to save my life.

"I was just calling to make sure," She said, ignoring my comment and continuing on with hers. "So what are you going to wear?"

"Well, I'll probably just wear a pair of sweats, or even my pajama bottoms. It's only our close friends going anyways, so it's not like I have anyone to impress," I said simply, writing something down in the meantime.

"No, it's not," She noted.

"What do you mean 'No, it's not'?" I asked, feeling my heartbeat increase slightly at the thought of not knowing what she was talking about.

"I mean that everyone in our group invited more people who invited more people. So now it's about half of our grade going," She said as if it was nothing. The thing I wanted to know the most was who exactly was going.

"Like who?" I asked cautiously, not sure if I really wanted to know.

"Well, Emma and her group of friends, Melanie and her group, and...Ryan and his friends," She said, making it sound like no big deal again.

"RYAN'S GOING?"




Next time on "Hogwarts, Here We Come!".

"Probably," I shrugged. "Do you think you could wait with me until my mom comes?"

No response. I looked over and he was frozen still. Literally. He wasn't moving, or breathing for that matter.

"Hellooo..." I waved my hand in front of his face, but there was still no response. I looked around and nothing was moving. Not the cars on the street, the people in them or the people walking down the street.

"Hannah! Lindsay! Amy! Shana! Brad! Where are you?" I called out, now standing up and trying to find something was moving.

"Emily?" Hannah's voice called out as she came through the theatre doors, followed by three others; Amy, Shana and Lindsay.

"What's going on? And where's Brad?" I asked, going into a panicked state. I sure hope I wasn't about to have a panic attack.

"He's frozen, just like everyone else," Lindsay said in a tone that implied hopelessness.

"Good evening ladies. I see you have noticed the effects of my spell," A voice said from behind us.



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