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Amelea Barnes

Prologue

Life Before

⠀⠀⠀→ 0 The strange girl and the letter

⠀⠀⠀→ 0.1 Diagon Alley

⠀⠀⠀→ 0.2 Platform Nine and Three Quarters

⠀⠀⠀→ 0.3 Sorting Hat

First Year 

⠀⠀⠀→ 1 Year 1

Second Year

⠀⠀⠀→ 2

Third Year

⠀⠀⠀→ 3

Fourth Year

⠀⠀⠀→ 4

Fifth Year

⠀⠀⠀→ 5

Sixth Year

⠀⠀⠀→ 6

Seventh Year

⠀⠀⠀→ 7

0.1 Diagon Alley

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July 28, 1989

Two months have passed since that crazy day in the alley. I learned that Professor McGonagall taught Transformations and was an animagus so she could shapeshift into a tabby cat. She, or rather Dumbledore, who was the headmaster of the school, put me up in a room, where I could eat whatever I wanted and bathe.

— Do you have the list of what you need? — asked the teacher as we walked towards a sealed brick wall.

— Yes, I have it here. — I took the paper out of my pocket to show her. — But wherever we're supposed to go, this wall is clearly sealed.

— Take a step back, Barnes. — He tapped three times on one of the bricks, three up and two horizontally. The brick he had hit moved strangely and from the middle of that brick wall a rather large hole appeared.

— How... did you do this? — my eyes were the size of soup plates.

— Magic, my dear. — she stepped through the hole into a large street full of stores, cauldrons and people shopping.

— Welcome to Diagon Alley.

Diagon Alley? What a peculiar name. I followed the teacher's lead as I swung my head around trying to see every store. Spiders? They really are wizards if they fly on brooms. I had only heard of them from stories, they said they were bad people. Around me I could see several people my own age, maybe they were also new to this world. I was just hoping to meet someone who was just like me.

— Open the list, we have to start shopping. — said the teacher pulling me out of my thoughts, I unfolded the sheet and read:

HOGWARTS SCHOOL OF MAGIC

UNIFORM First year students will need:

-Three plain working robes (black). -One pointed hat (black) for everyday wear. -One pair of protective gloves (dragon skin or similar). -One winter cloak (black, with silver clasps).

(All student clothing must have name tags on it).

BOOKS All students must have a copy of the following books:

-The Statutory Book of Spells (Class 1), Miranda Goshawk. -A History of Magic, Bathilda Bagshot. -Magical Theory, Adalbert Waffling. -A beginner's guide to transformation, Emeric Switch. -A Thousand Magical Herbs and Mushrooms, Phyllida Spore. -Filters and magic potions, Arsenius Jigger. -Fantastic Animals and Where to Find Them, Newt Scamander. -The Dark Forces. A guide to self-protection, Quentin Trimble.

REST OF THE EQUIPMENT

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

Students may also bring an owl, cat or toad.

PARENTS ARE REMINDED THAT FIRST GRADERS ARE NOT ALLOWED TO HAVE BROOMS OF THEIR OWN.

— Come on, there is a lot of shopping to do.

We were on our way to where I would buy my uniform, we already had almost everything, only my uniform, my wand and my mascot were missing. In a cart we carried the books, the scales, the cauldron, the sets of glass beads and the telescope. We entered Madame Mulkin's store, the sound of a bell announced our arrival, and a smiling and plump witch dressed in mauve welcomed us.

— Hogwarts? — she said as she looked at the teacher. — Nice to have you here. - the teacher nodded her head.

Madame Mulkin motioned for me to follow her and I didn't move until the teacher gave me a gentle push.

— Go, my dear, it will be quick. — I nodded before following Madame Mulkin to a footstool, which she made me climb onto. She slipped a robe over my head and began to measure and mark the appropriate length.

Again I heard the bell on the door letting us know that someone else had arrived.

— I'll get you your uniform as quickly as possible, beautiful. — she said and then approached those who had arrived. — Ah the Weasleys, nice to have you here again.

With some trepidation I turned and saw a family, they had red hair, they looked like carrots. Two boys who looked like twins passed by where I was, both on a footstool, waiting for Madame Mulkin to finish with my uniform. I think I was staring at them for a while because I saw a hand move in front of my face.

— Are you all right? — one of them said. — Do we have something on our faces? — replied the other.

I shook my head apologetically under my breath.

— It's all ready, beautiful.

Without further ado I thanked him and got down from the stool with some haste, I saw how the teacher was talking to the red-haired lady and I approached her with some embarrassment.

— Can we go? — I said once I was next to Professor McGonagall. She said goodbye to the lady and then we left the store.

Our next stop was the wand shop. The store looked cramped and shabby, and above the door we could read in golden letters "Ollivander: maker of excellent wands since 382 B.C.". Already entering the store a bell could be heard ringing just like in Madame Mulkin's store. It looked like a library, but they were not books, they were thousands of narrow boxes, carefully stacked up to the ceiling.

— Good afternoon — said a gentleman with a kind voice.

I startled at the sound of the voice and the creaking of the floor. I looked at the teacher, but she was still with her emotionless face.

A gentleman with big pale eyes, they were very beautiful, they reminded me of the full moon. I gave him a small smile as I waited for him to continue talking.

— Ah, yes — said the man as he arranged a small mountain of narrow boxes. — Amelea... — the man looked behind me to where the teacher was and with a small smile returned his gaze to me. — Amelea Barnes. Nice to meet you. — I could see in his expression how he wanted to speak, but he refused to say it.

— Come on Ollivander, we need to make one more stop, this is no time for small talk. — Professor McGonagall said in her dry voice.

Mr. Ollivander cast a thoughtful glance. — Well, now, Amelea... Let me see. — From his pocket he took out a tape measure. With which arm do you hold the wand?

I've never had a wand, how would I know that? I decided to go by the hand with which I write and raised my left hand.

— With my left hand, sir... — I replied.

— Extend your arm, Amelea. — He measured from my shoulder to my finger, then from my wrist to my elbow, from my shoulder to the ground, from my knee to my armpit and around my head. It was all so fast. As he was mediating he was saying to me:

— Every Ollivander wand has a central core of a powerful magical substance. We use unicorn hairs, phoenix tail feather and dragon heart nerves. No two Ollivander wands are alike, just as no two unicorns, dragons or phoenixes are alike. And, of course, you will never get as good results with another wizard's wand.

As I was processing the information he had just given me I hadn't noticed that he was no longer standing next to me, but checking among the shelves, pulling out boxes, which I assumed that inside these narrow boxes were the wands. He opened a box and pulled out a wand.

— Okay, Amelea, try this one. Ebony wood and unicorn hair, twenty-one and a half centimeters. Springy. Go on, try it, wave it.

I took the wand with my left hand, I observed the details of it before waving it around. Seeing the failed attempt, he took the wand away from me and put it back in its box to keep looking for more.

— No... Yew wood with a phoenix soul, twenty-eight centimeters, inflexible flexibility. An unusual combination.

He handed me the wand and the second I held it in my hand a warmth came to my fingers. I waved the wand in the air and some green lights appeared and hit the wall.

— Bravo, it's the right one... Well, well, well, it's quite curious...

I took the wand from my hand and put it back in its box and then wrapped it in wrapping paper while still mumbling: "Curious... quite curious".

— Excuse me, but... what's so curious, sir? — I said in a soft tone as I watched him wrap the box.

He looked up and locked his gaze with mine.

— I remember every wand I've ever sold, Miss Barnes. Every single wand. It turns out that your wand is quite powerful, but quite damaging if it falls into the wrong hands. Yew wands are the rarest to see, whoever possesses it are likewise unusual. It has the great reputation of giving its wielder the great power of life and death. — Before he could continue speaking, the teacher interrupted him.

— That's all, Ollivander, you've said too much, look how the poor girl has turned out. — she mentioned at my still and confused state. — Thank you very much. — said the teacher as she handed him the coins.

We left the place and headed towards the pet store.

— Don't pay too much attention to him, dear, she just likes to talk too much.

I nodded at her words, I tried to get his words out of my mind, but the last sentence still echoed, "They have the great reputation of giving their possessor the great power of life and death". What did he mean by that?

We arrived at a shop, Owl Emporium.

— Wait for me here, I'll go buy your owl. — She disappeared into the store. I leaned back on the cart carrying my things, waiting for her to return.

A few minutes later, the teacher came out with a cage in her hands, a small brown owl with white dots, its eyes were open yellow.

— His name is Howard, take him as a birthday present. Come on, you have everything, you must rest after this day.

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0.3 Sorting Hat

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September 1, 1989

The door opens after being knocked three times and Professor McGonagall, who had helped me, was waiting there, her face emotionless.

— Here are the first years, Professor McGonagall — said the tall man.

Hagrid, why do they all have such peculiar and strange names?

— Thank you very much, Hagrid. I'll take them from here — said Professor McGonagall as she opened the door wide.

I was surprised to see how large the entrance hall was. Torches adorned the high stone walls, so high that the ceiling could not be seen.

We followed Professor McGonagall to a small room outside the foyer after following a path marked on the stone floor. We gathered there, there were so many of us that we were closer than usual.

— Welcome to Hogwarts everyone, I see some familiar faces. — Professor McGonagall said as she turned her gaze to me. — Before you take your places in the Great Dining Hall, you must be selected for your houses. Selection is quite an important ceremony because, while you are here, your houses will be like your family at Hogwarts. You will take class with the rest of the house, sleep in your house dormitories and spend your free time in the house common room.

Will it be an exam? I don't know anything about magic, how will I be able to answer it to be chosen for a house? Nervousness entered my body causing me to play with my fingers.

» The four houses are called Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and Slytherin. Each house has its own noble history and each has produced notable witches and wizards. While at Hogwarts, their triumphs will earn their houses points, while any infraction of the rules will cause them to lose them. At the end of the year, the house with the most points will be awarded the house cup, a great honor. I hope you will all be a credit to your house.

— I hope to get into Gryffindor.

— Me too.

I heard whispers behind me with some excitement. Was each house different?

» The Sorting Ceremony will take place in a few minutes, in front of the rest of the school. I suggest that, while you wait, you dress up as best you can.

In front of everyone?! I'll be embarrassed in front of everyone, how nice, only to me these things happen. I don't know about magic, I don't know how to do that exam and on top of that in front of everyone?

Professor McGonagall looked around the room, many lowered their heads as they felt intimidated.

— I'll be back when we have everything ready for the ceremony. — said Professor McGonagall. — And please wait quietly.

With that she left the room with her head held high and many whispers followed. My heart was pounding as if I had run a full marathon. I was confused even with this whole magic situation. I looked around me and many were trembling in terror. I could make out from a distance two voices, who were making jokes to reassure many around them. Those twins are very friendly, in the little time I've known them I've found them to be nice guys. My hands were red for sure as I was playing with them because of my nerves, I had never felt as nervous as I did now. I just wanted this to pass as quickly as possible, otherwise I would be left without hands.

— Let's go - said a voice. — The Selection Ceremony is about to begin.

I was so far inside my head that I hadn't heard that Professor McGonagall had come back for us.

— Form a line and follow me to the Great Dining Hall.

I waited until they were forming a line so I could join in later, standing behind a girl with purple hair. We left the room at a moderate pace going back across the hall, in front of us were some big double doors, when we opened them we saw a big room, I guessed it was the Great Dining Room, there were a lot of students and some long tables where they were seated. The place was filled with thousands of candles, I didn't know how to feel when I saw that they were floating in the air over the four tables that were there. On top of those tables there were golden plates, cutlery and glasses, something that surprised me a lot. At the end of the place there was a dais, where there was another big table, perhaps for the teachers.

We kept walking until Professor McGonagall stopped us and made us line up in front of the other students. Silver-colored figures came out of the walls, but were they transparent?

— Are those ghosts? — said a girl behind me, her voice was full of fear.

One of them rose towards the ceiling and I curiously followed him with my eyes, the ceiling looked beautiful, it looked as if the sky itself was here inside the dining room. I lowered my gaze when I heard a stool being placed on the floor, it was Professor McGonagall who had placed it in front of us. On top of that stool she had placed a hat? why should a hat be on a stool? It was a very dirty hat, a bit worn if you could say so. Is that where the exams will come from? I don't even know what to think about anymore, if it was the wands, the ghosts, the ceiling, the flying candles or the wall that moved by itself to open the way to Diagon Alley.

The silence felt uncomfortable, I had never been in a place as quiet as this, not even in my old room, you could always hear the birds singing or my grandmother Isabella screaming for something she hadn't done. My eyes widened as I watched that hat begin to move, but they widened even more when a tear near the brim had opened and that hat began to sing.

Oh, you may think I'm not pretty, but don't judge by what you see. I'll eat myself if you can find A smarter hat than me. You can have black bowler hats, tall, fancy hats. But I'm the Sorting Hat of Hogwarts and I can outsmart them all. There's nothing hidden in your head that the Sorting Hat can't see. So try me and I'll tell you where you belong. You can belong in Gryffindor, where the brave dwell. Your boldness, mettle and chivalry Set those of Gryffindor apart. You can belong to Hufflepuff where they are fair and loyal. Those persevering Hufflepuffs Truly fear no drudgery. Or perhaps to the ancient wisdom of Ravenclaw, If you have a willing mind, For those of intelligence and erudition Will always find their fellows there. Or perhaps in Slytherin You'll make your true friends. Those cunning people will use any means to achieve their ends. So try me! Don't be afraid! And you won't get a slap! You're in good hands (even if I'm not). Because I am the Thinking Hat.

Ah, no wonder they were talking about which house to stay in, they each have their strengths, but how will they choose us? will they read our minds? by personality? If so I think I would be in Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff. I'm not brave enough to be in Gryffindor nor cunning enough for Slytherin.

Applause broke out once the hat had finished its song. This one bowed as if he was looking at each of us in the dining hall before standing still again. This was better than an exam, but was it necessary to do it in front of everyone?

Professor McGonagall with a large roll of parchment looked at us.

— When I call your names, you are to put on your hats and sit on the stool for selection. — Aniston, Clark.

A girl with blonde hair in a ponytail came out of the line and walked over to the hat, put it on, covered her eyes, and sat down on the stool.

— RAVENCLAW! — shouted the hat causing me to startle.

The second table to the left applauded with such excitement as Clark went to his table so he could sit with the others from his house.

— Bramson, Dylan!

— HUFFLEPUFF! — shouted the hat this time, causing the table to the right to burst into applause this time, waiting to shake Dylan's hand.

— Brown, Lydia

— HUFFLEPUFF! – the table again erupted in applause, waiting for the new student.

Clinton, Aaron and Cook, Adrian were also chosen for Hufflepuff, the other tables were quiet while the Hufflepuff table was still clapping.

— Derricks, Evan!

— SLYTHERIN! — this time one of the back tables started clapping enthusiastically, he had been the first student named to their table.

— I wouldn't want to be in Slytherin, they're all bad people, they think they're better than everyone else.

I heard someone behind me say, making me turn around, it was a freckled boy with honey-colored eyes.

— Why do you say that? — I asked.

— Haven't you heard about He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named? — said the boy as he furrowed his eyebrows. I shook my head.

— Wow, you must have lived under a rock, don't you know what happened to the Potter family?

Potter family? What family are you talking about?

— Uh... no? I've never heard of them.

— I can't tell you right now, but maybe I'll see you another day and I'll tell you the story.

I couldn't believe it, would he really leave me in doubt? As I was talking and in my mind I hadn't realized that I had been skipped, I should have been at my table a while ago since I had my last name with a B. There were only a few of us left, I could see the twins, the boy with the honey-colored eyes and three more, we had already arrived at the S.

— Simpson, Erick!

— GRIFFINDOR!

Two more students and we had reached the W.

— Weasley, George!

— GRYFFINDOR!

— Weasley, Fred!

— GRYFFINDOR! — The students in your house must be getting sore from clapping their hands. Both brothers were in the same house and, as far as I could see, so were the rest of their siblings because I could only see two more pairs of red heads like theirs. You could tell it was in the blood.

There were two of us left, the boy with the honey eyes and me. I didn't know where to hide from the embarrassment of not being called to the hat, had something happened, shouldn't I be here?

— Williams, Zac!

The boy walks up to where the hat was, puts it on and then sits down, it didn't last a second on his head and he had already shouted:

— SLYTHERIN!

Zac, I didn't know if it was because of the lights floating above us, but he looked pale, he was in the house he hadn't wanted to be in. He, ruefully went to the house table as they patted his back.

All around me there were whispers, perhaps they were talking about me being the only one in the center of the dining room without being chosen. Professor McGonagall, despite her serious face, gave me a nod of her head, implying that she wanted me to go up to the hat.

— Barnes, Amelea! - she said.

I went up to the hat with my head down, put it on my head and sat on the stool waiting for her answer.

— Mm - said a voice close to my ear. — You're a pretty hard case. Someone full of hopes, with big dreams, the desire for a good family. There is enough talent inside you, a great future ahead of you is foreseen. You can be in Gryffindor with your great courage. — the voice kept telling me. — But you can also be in Slytherin, there they can help you to the path of greatness, you are very intelligent. — I was still silent, I didn't know what to think. — I think you'll do better in SLYTHERIN!

I heard the hat shout and the Slytherin table started clapping again. I took off my hat and covered my eyes as I felt a lot of clarity in them. Feeling everyone's eyes on me, I made my way to my table, sitting next to Zac, who gave me a nervous smile.

Professor McGonagall rolled up the parchment and took the Sorting Hat.

It felt weird, like everyone was judging you being in the most hated house of all.

A silver-haired gentleman with a long beard stood up. He was the one I had seen before... Yes! On the trip to the castle on the chocolate frog card. What was his name, Dumbledore?

He was looking at us with a beaming expression, arms wide open, as if nothing could please him more than to see them there.

— Welcome! — he said. — Welcome to a new year at Hogwarts! Before we begin our banquet, I want to say a few words. And here you are, you muppets, you crybabies, you trinkets, you pinchers... Thank you very much!

He sat back down as we all applauded, what the heck did he say?

— Did you get it? — Zac asked.

— Not at all. — I answered as I raised my shoulders.

The empty plates in front of us were filling up with food. It was so much food, more than I had ever seen and much healthier than what I ate at Grandma Isabella's house. I started to fill my plate with a little bit of everything except peas, I never liked them and started to eat, everything was so delicious.

— You know, it's strange that you don't know about the Potter family, they have been very famous for their history and the betrayal of their best friend, besides the son, who was saved, they call him The Boy Who Survived. — said Zac with a mouth full of food.

— I've never heard of them before, it's my first time, besides, I don't know anything about magic or why I'm really here, I'm just an ordinary person. — I answered while taking more bacon.

— Are you a muggle?

— It sounds weird when they say it like that, but yes, I don't have a drop of magic in me.

— There must be something, because if there wasn't, you wouldn't be here.

I didn't give it much importance, I just kept eating my dinner, but it was true, if I didn't have a drop of magic, why was I here?

After a while of eating the dessert, Dumbledore stood up again and the dessert that had been on the table was gone.

— Ahem... Just a few more words, now that we have all eaten and drunk. I have a few announcements to make to you for the beginning of the year.

» First years should note that the woods in the castle area are off limits to all students.

— I also remind you that you are not to do magic at recess or in the corridors, so we can prevent any accidents.

» And finally quidditch tryouts will take place in the second week of term. Those interested in playing for their house teams should contact Mrs. Hooch.

I had heard that name before...quidditch...I think I saw it when we were walking down Diagon Alley in a store...yes...it was brooms, reportedly flying.

— And now, before we go to bed, let's sing the school song! — exclaimed Dumbledore and then waved his wand, a long golden strip appeared, rose between the tables, waved like a snake and transformed into letters... I hope Slytherin has nothing to do with snakes, I'm afraid of them.

— Everyone can choose their favorite tune! — Dumbledore said cheerfully as behind him the teachers could be seen forcing their smiles, they must be loving this moment.

And this is when the whole school screamed:

Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hogwarts, teach us something, please. Even if we are old and bald or young with dirty knees, our minds can be filled With some interesting subjects. For now they are empty and full of air, dead fleas and a bit of fluff. So teach us things worth knowing, make us remember what we forget, do the best you can, we'll do the rest, and we'll learn until our brains burn out.

Many finished at different times, voices could still be heard singing and when I turned my gaze to where it came from, it was the Weasley twins who were still singing, they were chaotic. Dumbledore clapped enthusiastically as he heard them finish.

— Ah, the music! A magic beyond anything we do here! And now, it's time for bed.

We Slytherin first-graders chased the prefect who led us through the crowded corridors. We descended to the top floor by one of the many marble staircases. From what I had heard in the short time we had been walking was that they changed position over time. The cold was in the air, we were in the castle dungeons. The prefect wasn't telling us that we were currently under the Black Lake, the same lake we had crossed to get to the castle. The corridor was dark, but we could still see through the torches on the walls.

— This is scary... — said Zac walking beside me.

We came to a wall, it looked a little damp, it could be distinguished from the other stone walls.

— In order to enter the common room you must say a password out loud to the wall so that it can open the door for you. The password is Green Snake, don't forget it, if you don't remember the password you won't be able to enter and you will have to wait for someone to help you, please, don't be stupid. — said the prefect to whom he did not know his name.

— Green Snake — he said and the wall began to move until a stone door opened leaving a hole for us to pass through. Everyone wanted to go through at the same time, but I was smart to stay behind with Zac so that I could go through the hole without any effort. The common room was kind of weird and cold, the place was kind of rectangular, there were some black armchairs, they looked kind of uncomfortable.

The prefect led the boys to one of the doors that led directly to the rooms and then directed us girls to our rooms. As far as I could see, the room had five beds, each with poles where they had green curtains, I think they were so that no one could see you when you slept. Our things were already there. I was too tired to see the place, I went to the bathroom to change after the other four girls did and got into bed.

None of those girls had spoken, I don't know if it was because they were antisocial, shy or if they didn't want to talk to anyone. I didn't think anything of it and closed my eyes. I was very full, I had eaten too much bacon in the dining room. Not five minutes had passed and I was already in a deep sleep.

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