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Chapter 1: Unexpected letters
Their souls bound together for all eternity, Harry's Harem have been reincarnated. Can you guess who's who? Will they find each other.
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Harry Potter is owned by JK Rowling
Chapter 1: Unexpected letters
Harry's Harem as been reincarnated. Can you guess who is who? Will they find each other?
July 13, 2091
Harriet Powell adjusted her burka so that it wouldn't bunch up so much. While such garments had been a sign of Muslim tradition a century ago, by now the ozone had depleted enough that it was essential if she wanted to avoid getting sunburned. She was an eleven-year-old girl with strawberry blonde hair and ice blue eyes. As she walked home from summer school, past the palm trees she heard a sound like the sudden ignition of a flame. There to her left, was an iridescent bird flying directly for her. It had, clutched in its' claws, a letter that it dropped into her hands. It then, flew away, about ten feet, before vanishing in a burst of flame. When the flames cleared, she spotted an owl in the distance, flying towards her. It had a letter clutched in its' talons. As she watched, it too, dropped a letter into her hands, then, flew away.
She opened the first letter and read:
I was asked to give this to you, to pay for your schooling. It is a key to a Gringott's account that has been opened for you.
Sincerely,
Rose
Harriet shook the envelope and a small gold key fell out that she caught before it fell to the ground. After examining it for a moment, she opened the second letter.
You have been accepted as a student at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. As you are a muggleborn student and unfamiliar with our world, a professor will be at your home, tomorrow morning at 10:00 AM, to help you buy school supplies.
Sincerely,
Neville Longbottom
Deputy Headmaster
Harriet couldn't believe her eyes. Who was this mysterious Rose? What was this school about? Was someone playing an elaborate prank on her using trained birds? She looked around for the hoaxer, knowing that birds don't just burst into flames. She figured that that illusion must have been accomplished with flash powder or a hologram. But nothing was out of the ordinary.
She pulled out her cell-pod and got on the internet to start a search for Hogwarts or Gringott's. But every time to searched for it, her cell-pod would crash. Finally, she gave up and resumed her walk home.
Nearly a century before, there had been a movie called The 5th Element. Although the movie had failed in many respects to predict the future, the one place it had been fairly accurate in predicting was in interior of the apartment building in which Harriet and her mother lived. It was a cramped space, even with the numerous appliances and furniture that folded into the wall. This was company housing. Harriet's mom was allowed to live here because she worked for the Wal-Mart conglomeration. It only had a single twin sized bed that her mother and she had to share as they were not wealthy enough to afford two fold-out beds.
Harriet put her palm on the plate and the door unlocked to let her in after scanning to make sure her palm print match one of the two occupants of the one room apartment.
"Chair," said Harriet as she shrugged out of her burka and sat down to surf the internet on her cell-pod. Harriet had hopes that she would end up with a better job than her mom. In order to improve the odds of that happening, she went to summer school and now that she was home she engaged in a bit of home study, but she kept straying from the business sites to look at astronomy sites. Her secret ambition was to be an astronomer, but she knew that the odds of her getting paid for that were slim. So, to hedge her bets, she studied business in her spare time.
After several hours, she got a message from her mom.
"Hi honey, Mommy's got a date tonight. So you're on your own for supper tonight. By sweetie!" said a 30 year old woman with the same eyes and hair as her daughter.
"But mom, I have to tell you something!" protested Harriet.
But it was too late. Her mother had already hung up. Harriet knew that she could call her mom back or send her an e-mail. But she decided not to. Why should she bother her mom with a prank that had been played on her?
She went to the food dispenser and looked at her choices.
"Macoroni and cheese," commanded Harriet. Her home did not have a refrigerator, stove or oven. Instead, she had a food dispenser that stored and microwaved pre-made dinners. Only rich people still made meals from scratch. Everyone else had food dispensers.
The next morning, Harriet stretched and got out of bed. As soon as she did so, the bed folded itself back into the wall. She then pulled off her nightgown and stepped into the shower. After her shower, she pulled on a pair of jeans and a T-shirt, then, picked out a breakfast from the food dispenser.
After breakfast, she studied for several hours on the internet. Then was no school today. It was Saturday. Suddenly, there was a popping sound and a woman appeared before her!
She appeared to be in her twenties. She had fiery red hair and green eyes. The woman wore a black dress that went down to mid-calf and a pointed black hat. The cut of her dress looked a bit odd to Harriet. It looked like something she had seen on a history site about the 17th century.
"Good Morning, I'm Professor Diggery," said the woman. "I've come to take you shopping for school supplies."
"How did you get in here?" said Harriet, fearfully. If someone had breached the security of her apartment, she and her mother could be in real danger. Her mother had often warned her about all the desperate people out there.
"I apparated," said Professor Diggery. "It's something you'll learn at school, eventually. Now let's get the preliminaries out of the way. Is your parent or guardian here?"
"N-no," stammered Harriet, as she feared what this crazy woman might do to her.
"Ah yes, well many muggleborns choose not to tell their parents about our world," replied Professor Diggery. "Okay, here it is in a nutshell. You are a Witch. I am too. Muggles are non-magic folk. Muggleborns are people like you, Witches or Wizards whose parents are muggles. Magic is real. Our school will teach you how to do it. And now we're going shopping."
Harriet didn't know who this crazy person was, but it was clear that she intended to take her away somewhere. She grabbed her burka and started putting it on.
"Oh you won't need that," said Professor Diggery.
"If you're taking me somewhere, I prefer to wear it," replied Harriet.
"Oh, very well," said Professor Diggery. "All ready?"
Pop!
They both vanished!
They reappeared in a tavern. It was crowded with strangely dressed people. Professor Diggery led her out onto the street. They were in the middle of a village that appeared to have been mostly built in the 16th century.
"Where are we?" asked Harriet.
"Hogsmeade," said Professor Diggery. "It's a little village near the school were we can buy supplies. Our first stop is Gringott's wizarding bank."
Harriet was amazed at the goblins. When they finally got through the line to the counter, Professor Diggery said:
"We need to access the Hogwarts muggleborn foundation to pay for her supplies."
"There's no need for that. I can pay my own way," said Harriet as she pulled the key out of her pocket.
"Where did you get that?" asked Professor Diggery.
"A bird brought it to me just before your trained owl brought the Hogwarts letter," replied Harriet.
"What kind of bird?" asked Professor Diggery.
"I've never seen one like it," said Harriet. "It was iridescent blue with red trim and it vanished in a ball of fire.
Professor Diggery gasped!
"What's wrong?" asked Harriet.
"Nothing child," replied Professor Diggery. "Shall we go check out your vault?"
The ride down to her vault thrilled Harriet. When they finally made it down to vault #1392, the goblin opened it for her. Within it, was an enormous pile of gold coins.
"How much is in here?" asked Harriet.
"!00,000 galleons. It is topped off each year on September 1st," replied the goblin.
"Who's paying for all of this?" asked Professor Diggery.
"That information is kept strictly confidential," said the goblin.
With Professor Diggery's help, Harriet filled bag with enough money to buy her school supplies, then they returned to the surface.
As they were walking down the street, Harriet noticed that she was the only one wearing a burka.
"How come everyone's going around with their faces arms and legs bare? Aren't they afraid of getting sunburned?" asked Harriet.
"We use a sunscreen charm to take care of that," replied Professor Diggery. "You'll learn it at school."
Shopping was pretty uneventful until they went to buy her a wand. After they entered Olivander's Wand shop, Professor Diggery announced:
This is Harriet Powell, one of our muggleborn students. She needs a wand."
"Harriet Powell, Harriet Powell, where have I heard that name before?" said Mister Olivander, a middle aged man with mousy brown hair and a full beard. "Oh yes! I remember now!"
Olivander walk over to a glass case that was on the wall and unlocked it. This was where he kept the premium wands. These were so much better than the ordinary wands that there was a rumor that Olivander didn't even make these, himself. He pulled out an emerald encrusted ebony wand and handed it to her.
"Ebony with a phoenix feather core. Excellent for Defense!" said Olivander.
"That's way too expensive for her." said Professor Diggery.
"Why don't you give it a shake, my dear," asked Olivander.
Harriet gave the wand a shake, and a stream of sparks shot out like water from a fire hose in a bird-like shape.
With a wave of their wands, Olivander and Professor Diggery put out the resulting fire.
"This is without a doubt the finest wand I have ever had in my shop, It's nice to know that it has found its' proper owner," said Olivander.
"I told you, she can't have it," said Professor Diggery. "It's too expensive."
"But It's already paid for," said Olivander. "There's no charge for the young lady."
"Paid for by who?" asked Professor Diggery.
"That would be telling," replied Olivander with a knowing smile.
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As she had been told to, Harriet caught the train to Coventry, where she was able to catch the Hogwarts Express. It was not the steam locomotive of a century ago. Such a train would have caught the attention of muggles, as it would look obviously out of place. Instead, much to the consternation of the Purebloods, the Hogwarts Express was an electric maglev train that had been cutting edge technology 50 years before.
From the outside, it looked much like the train Harriet had ridden to Coventry. She could see through the windows that each car consisted of a single room with plastic seats in two rows. But once she stepped aboard the train, she felt like she had been transported back 200 years in time. There was an four foot wide aisle running the length of the train down the middle with compartments on each side of it. The style of the train looked like a luxury model from the 19th century.
Harriet took her trunk into the train and began looking for a compartment. She saw that the first compartment was occupied by a red haired boy who was absently staring out the window.
"Excuse me, could I share this compartment with you?" asked Harriet as she shrugged out of her burka.
"Huh? Sure!" said the boy as he noticed the girl.
"My name is Harriet Powell. You are?"
"Oh! Uh, Red Foley," said the boy. "Pleased to meet you."
The boy stared at her a moment, transfixed before the door opened and another girl came in. She had a black burka.
"Do you mind if I join you?" asked the girl.
"Not at all, I'm Harriet Powell and this is my new friend Red Foley."
"Scheherazade Al Saud," said the girl as she offered her hand to Harriet, then Alfred. She didn't take off her burka after she came in.
The girls had just finished putting away their trunks and settled in when the door open again.
"Hi, I'm Mark Malfoy and I would like you to remember to vote for me for Parliament," said a platinum blonde haired boy with piercing blue eyes.
"Aren't you a little young to be running for Parliament?" asked Harriet.
"Well I may be eleven now, but it's never too early to start campaigning," said Mark.
How long before you're eligible to stand for election?" asked Harriet.
"Nine years," replied Mark sheepishly.
"Nine years! You mean your campaigning for an office that you won't even be eligible to stand for until 2100!" said Scheherazade.
"Like I said, it's never too early to start a campaign," replied Mark.
"Why do you even want to be a Member of Parliament?" asked Red.
"The Malfoys have been members of the House of Magi since nearly the beginning," said Mark. "Ever since my great great grandfather Draco Malfoy struck it rich and rebuilt his fortune. There has always been at least one Malfoy in the House of Magi. My father is currently a member."
"You said your ancestor rebuilt his fortune. What happened to it that he needed to?" asked Harriet.
"You must be muggleborn if you don't know about the great disappearance," said Mark. "Nearly a hundred years ago, the Wizarding world was ruled by the Wizengamott, a council of the most important Wizarding familys. But then, the Dark Lord Harry Potter killed all of the heads of family and stole both their titles and their fortunes. He then forced us to change our entire government to suit him. Several times, we've tried to restore our titles and fortunes but every time we do, he shows up in the Wizengamott Chamber to veto it. No one knows how he always knows about the attempts. Some people think he must be a seer."
"So how did your ancestor re-build his fortune?" asked Scheherazade.
"Well it used to be that we bought most things from the muggle world," said Mark. "Then, about 80 years ago, the price of everything that we got from the muggles went through the roof. Especially food and textiles."
"That must have been after the Oil Peak," said Scheherazade.
"The what?" asked Red.
"Back then, almost all food was grown with chemical fertilizers made from petroleum and farmed with machines that were fueled by petrol," explained Scheherazade. "After oil production reached its' peak, the price kept going up and up. After that, farms and businesses became more and more local as transportation costs went up."
"Well, anyway, my great-great grandfather saw an opportunity and took advantage of it," said Mark. "He went into the forbidden forest that used to be near Hogwarts and captured several acromantulas. He began ranching them, and soon he was able to undercut the cost of muggle fabrics while still making a huge profit. Today acromantula silk is commonplace. So what's your story"
"My father is the King-in-exile of Arabia," said Scheherazade. "Our family ruled there for nearly a century until the oil production began declining. We were then overthrown by a fundamentalist revolution. But we managed to take most of the country's wealth with us when we left. We've been living in our castles in England ever since. I'm the first Witch in my family though."
"Really? I'm muggleborn too!" said Harriet. "My mom works at the Surrey garbage mine."
"Garbage mine?" asked Red.
"Yes. Apparently in the 20th century, people used to throw all kind to things that were made of materials from far away," said Harriet. "Nowadays, it's much cheaper to recycle those things from garbage mine than it is to dig them up and transport them from a mine on the other side of the world. It's very important work. What about you, Red?"
"My family has been in Hufflepuff since Hogwarts first opened," said Red. "I'm sure I'll be placed there!"
"Well as fascinating as all this has been, I've got to go do some more campaigning," said Mark, as he stepped out of the compartment. "Don't forget to vote for me!"
After he left, the other three continued to talk and get to know each other. Soon they arrived at Hogwarts and it was time for them to put their robes on. The girls kicked Red out to change. While they were changing, Harriet got a glimpse of Scheherazade's beautiful brown eyes and black hair. After they had put their robes on and Scheherazade's burka was over her robe, they let Red back in. He had already changed into his robe.
After their trip across the lake, they were led into the great hall to be sorted. An elderly Wizard called their names and they would sit on the stool and have the sorting hat placed over their heads.
"Abercrombie, Avery," called out Professor Longbottom. The boy walked up, put the hat on hiss head and it called out: "GRYFINDOR!"
"Ackerley, April" "RAVENCLAW"
"Babbling, Bathsheba" "HUFFLEPUFF!"
"Creevey, Craig" "GRYFINDOR!"
"Dursley, Derrik" "SLYTHERIN!"
"Evans, Isabelle" "HUFFLEPUFF!"
"Foley, Redival," called Professor Longbottom. Red walked up, put the hat on and it called out: "HUFFLEPUFF!"
"Gamp, Glenda" RAVENCLAW!"
"Harkness, Johnathon" "HUFFLEPUFF!"
"Imago, Isadora" "GRYFINDOR!"
"Jorkins, James" "SLYTHERIN!"
"Kettelborn, Kevin" "HUFFLEPUFF!"
"Lockhart, Alexandra" "SLYTHERIN!"
"Malfoy, Marcus" No soon had the hat touched his head then it called out: "SLYTHERIN!"
"Nuttcombe, Nelly" "RAVENCLAW!"
"Pettigrew, Paul" After a few seconds, the hat called out: "GRYFINDOR!"
"Powell, Harriet" She came forward and placed the hat on her head and heard a voice:
"Let's see, you have a fair amount of bravery, you're loyal and ambitious. But It looks like you intellect is your defining trait. You therefore belong in: RAVENCLAW!"
As the Ravenclaw table erupted into cheers, Harriet walked over and sat down besides a girl with mousy brown hair braided down her back.
"Hello, I'm April Ackerley," said the girl.
"Harriet Powell, pleased to meet you"
"Quirell, Quincy" "HUFFLEPUFF!"
"Rookwood, Randolfo" "SLYTHERIN!"
"Saud, Scheherazade" She walked up and placed the hat on her head over her burka. After a few seconds, the hat called out: "GRYFINDOR!"
"Skeeter, Daitray"
"It's Dietre," said the boy.
"Sorry, Skeeter, Deeter," replied Professor Longbottom.
The boy walked up and placed the hat on his head and it called out: "RAVENCLAW!"
The boy came down and sat next to Harriet.
"So they had trouble with your name?" asked Harriet.
"I think it's part of the Deva Conspiracy," replied Dietre.
"There's no such things as devas," said April.
"There is too!" growled Dietre. "My father is editor of the Quibbler and they have articles about the Deva Conspiracy all the time.
April rolled her eyes at this.
"Towler, Thomas" "GRYFINDOR!"
"Urquhart, Irving" "SLYTHERIN!"
"Vane, Victoria" "GRYFINDOR!"
"Wimple, William" "HUFFLEPUFF!"
"Youdle, Lysandra" "RAVENCLAW!"
"Zabini, Zebulon" the boy put the hat on his head and it called out: "SLYTHERIN!"
"Zonko, Zed" After some debate with the hat, he was placed into: "GRYFINDOR!"
After the sorting, the headmistress, an elderly Witch, stood up and announced.
"For those of you who are new, I am Professor McMillian, Headmistress of Hogwarts. Before we begin the feast a few announcements: The Forbidden Swamp is, as it is named, forbidden. The list of prohibited items has been updated and is posted in your common rooms. For our new muggleborn students there will be a special orientation her at 7:30, before breakfast. And finally, 3rd year students, make sure that you have your permission slips signed as no one will be permitted to visit Hogsmeade without one. For now, let the food be brought in!"
That was the signal for the doors to open. Through them, came a procession of men and women bearing trays of food. They carried them in and set them on the house tables.
Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.
Harry Potter is owned by JK Rowling
Chapter 1: Unexpected letters
Harry's Harem as been reincarnated. Can you guess who is who? Will they find each other?
July 13, 2091
Harriet Powell adjusted her burka so that it wouldn't bunch up so much. While such garments had been a sign of Muslim tradition a century ago, by now the ozone had depleted enough that it was essential if she wanted to avoid getting sunburned. She was an eleven-year-old girl with strawberry blonde hair and ice blue eyes. As she walked home from summer school, past the palm trees she heard a sound like the sudden ignition of a flame. There to her left, was an iridescent bird flying directly for her. It had, clutched in its' claws, a letter that it dropped into her hands. It then, flew away, about ten feet, before vanishing in a burst of flame. When the flames cleared, she spotted an owl in the distance, flying towards her. It had a letter clutched in its' talons. As she watched, it too, dropped a letter into her hands, then, flew away.
She opened the first letter and read:
I was asked to give this to you, to pay for your schooling. It is a key to a Gringott's account that has been opened for you.
Sincerely,
Rose
Harriet shook the envelope and a small gold key fell out that she caught before it fell to the ground. After examining it for a moment, she opened the second letter.
You have been accepted as a student at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. As you are a muggleborn student and unfamiliar with our world, a professor will be at your home, tomorrow morning at 10:00 AM, to help you buy school supplies.
Sincerely,
Neville Longbottom
Deputy Headmaster
Harriet couldn't believe her eyes. Who was this mysterious Rose? What was this school about? Was someone playing an elaborate prank on her using trained birds? She looked around for the hoaxer, knowing that birds don't just burst into flames. She figured that that illusion must have been accomplished with flash powder or a hologram. But nothing was out of the ordinary.
She pulled out her cell-pod and got on the internet to start a search for Hogwarts or Gringott's. But every time to searched for it, her cell-pod would crash. Finally, she gave up and resumed her walk home.
Nearly a century before, there had been a movie called The 5th Element. Although the movie had failed in many respects to predict the future, the one place it had been fairly accurate in predicting was in interior of the apartment building in which Harriet and her mother lived. It was a cramped space, even with the numerous appliances and furniture that folded into the wall. This was company housing. Harriet's mom was allowed to live here because she worked for the Wal-Mart conglomeration. It only had a single twin sized bed that her mother and she had to share as they were not wealthy enough to afford two fold-out beds.
Harriet put her palm on the plate and the door unlocked to let her in after scanning to make sure her palm print match one of the two occupants of the one room apartment.
"Chair," said Harriet as she shrugged out of her burka and sat down to surf the internet on her cell-pod. Harriet had hopes that she would end up with a better job than her mom. In order to improve the odds of that happening, she went to summer school and now that she was home she engaged in a bit of home study, but she kept straying from the business sites to look at astronomy sites. Her secret ambition was to be an astronomer, but she knew that the odds of her getting paid for that were slim. So, to hedge her bets, she studied business in her spare time.
After several hours, she got a message from her mom.
"Hi honey, Mommy's got a date tonight. So you're on your own for supper tonight. By sweetie!" said a 30 year old woman with the same eyes and hair as her daughter.
"But mom, I have to tell you something!" protested Harriet.
But it was too late. Her mother had already hung up. Harriet knew that she could call her mom back or send her an e-mail. But she decided not to. Why should she bother her mom with a prank that had been played on her?
She went to the food dispenser and looked at her choices.
"Macoroni and cheese," commanded Harriet. Her home did not have a refrigerator, stove or oven. Instead, she had a food dispenser that stored and microwaved pre-made dinners. Only rich people still made meals from scratch. Everyone else had food dispensers.
The next morning, Harriet stretched and got out of bed. As soon as she did so, the bed folded itself back into the wall. She then pulled off her nightgown and stepped into the shower. After her shower, she pulled on a pair of jeans and a T-shirt, then, picked out a breakfast from the food dispenser.
After breakfast, she studied for several hours on the internet. Then was no school today. It was Saturday. Suddenly, there was a popping sound and a woman appeared before her!
She appeared to be in her twenties. She had fiery red hair and green eyes. The woman wore a black dress that went down to mid-calf and a pointed black hat. The cut of her dress looked a bit odd to Harriet. It looked like something she had seen on a history site about the 17th century.
"Good Morning, I'm Professor Diggery," said the woman. "I've come to take you shopping for school supplies."
"How did you get in here?" said Harriet, fearfully. If someone had breached the security of her apartment, she and her mother could be in real danger. Her mother had often warned her about all the desperate people out there.
"I apparated," said Professor Diggery. "It's something you'll learn at school, eventually. Now let's get the preliminaries out of the way. Is your parent or guardian here?"
"N-no," stammered Harriet, as she feared what this crazy woman might do to her.
"Ah yes, well many muggleborns choose not to tell their parents about our world," replied Professor Diggery. "Okay, here it is in a nutshell. You are a Witch. I am too. Muggles are non-magic folk. Muggleborns are people like you, Witches or Wizards whose parents are muggles. Magic is real. Our school will teach you how to do it. And now we're going shopping."
Harriet didn't know who this crazy person was, but it was clear that she intended to take her away somewhere. She grabbed her burka and started putting it on.
"Oh you won't need that," said Professor Diggery.
"If you're taking me somewhere, I prefer to wear it," replied Harriet.
"Oh, very well," said Professor Diggery. "All ready?"
Pop!
They both vanished!
They reappeared in a tavern. It was crowded with strangely dressed people. Professor Diggery led her out onto the street. They were in the middle of a village that appeared to have been mostly built in the 16th century.
"Where are we?" asked Harriet.
"Hogsmeade," said Professor Diggery. "It's a little village near the school were we can buy supplies. Our first stop is Gringott's wizarding bank."
Harriet was amazed at the goblins. When they finally got through the line to the counter, Professor Diggery said:
"We need to access the Hogwarts muggleborn foundation to pay for her supplies."
"There's no need for that. I can pay my own way," said Harriet as she pulled the key out of her pocket.
"Where did you get that?" asked Professor Diggery.
"A bird brought it to me just before your trained owl brought the Hogwarts letter," replied Harriet.
"What kind of bird?" asked Professor Diggery.
"I've never seen one like it," said Harriet. "It was iridescent blue with red trim and it vanished in a ball of fire.
Professor Diggery gasped!
"What's wrong?" asked Harriet.
"Nothing child," replied Professor Diggery. "Shall we go check out your vault?"
The ride down to her vault thrilled Harriet. When they finally made it down to vault #1392, the goblin opened it for her. Within it, was an enormous pile of gold coins.
"How much is in here?" asked Harriet.
"!00,000 galleons. It is topped off each year on September 1st," replied the goblin.
"Who's paying for all of this?" asked Professor Diggery.
"That information is kept strictly confidential," said the goblin.
With Professor Diggery's help, Harriet filled bag with enough money to buy her school supplies, then they returned to the surface.
As they were walking down the street, Harriet noticed that she was the only one wearing a burka.
"How come everyone's going around with their faces arms and legs bare? Aren't they afraid of getting sunburned?" asked Harriet.
"We use a sunscreen charm to take care of that," replied Professor Diggery. "You'll learn it at school."
Shopping was pretty uneventful until they went to buy her a wand. After they entered Olivander's Wand shop, Professor Diggery announced:
This is Harriet Powell, one of our muggleborn students. She needs a wand."
"Harriet Powell, Harriet Powell, where have I heard that name before?" said Mister Olivander, a middle aged man with mousy brown hair and a full beard. "Oh yes! I remember now!"
Olivander walk over to a glass case that was on the wall and unlocked it. This was where he kept the premium wands. These were so much better than the ordinary wands that there was a rumor that Olivander didn't even make these, himself. He pulled out an emerald encrusted ebony wand and handed it to her.
"Ebony with a phoenix feather core. Excellent for Defense!" said Olivander.
"That's way too expensive for her." said Professor Diggery.
"Why don't you give it a shake, my dear," asked Olivander.
Harriet gave the wand a shake, and a stream of sparks shot out like water from a fire hose in a bird-like shape.
With a wave of their wands, Olivander and Professor Diggery put out the resulting fire.
"This is without a doubt the finest wand I have ever had in my shop, It's nice to know that it has found its' proper owner," said Olivander.
"I told you, she can't have it," said Professor Diggery. "It's too expensive."
"But It's already paid for," said Olivander. "There's no charge for the young lady."
"Paid for by who?" asked Professor Diggery.
"That would be telling," replied Olivander with a knowing smile.
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As she had been told to, Harriet caught the train to Coventry, where she was able to catch the Hogwarts Express. It was not the steam locomotive of a century ago. Such a train would have caught the attention of muggles, as it would look obviously out of place. Instead, much to the consternation of the Purebloods, the Hogwarts Express was an electric maglev train that had been cutting edge technology 50 years before.
From the outside, it looked much like the train Harriet had ridden to Coventry. She could see through the windows that each car consisted of a single room with plastic seats in two rows. But once she stepped aboard the train, she felt like she had been transported back 200 years in time. There was an four foot wide aisle running the length of the train down the middle with compartments on each side of it. The style of the train looked like a luxury model from the 19th century.
Harriet took her trunk into the train and began looking for a compartment. She saw that the first compartment was occupied by a red haired boy who was absently staring out the window.
"Excuse me, could I share this compartment with you?" asked Harriet as she shrugged out of her burka.
"Huh? Sure!" said the boy as he noticed the girl.
"My name is Harriet Powell. You are?"
"Oh! Uh, Red Foley," said the boy. "Pleased to meet you."
The boy stared at her a moment, transfixed before the door opened and another girl came in. She had a black burka.
"Do you mind if I join you?" asked the girl.
"Not at all, I'm Harriet Powell and this is my new friend Red Foley."
"Scheherazade Al Saud," said the girl as she offered her hand to Harriet, then Alfred. She didn't take off her burka after she came in.
The girls had just finished putting away their trunks and settled in when the door open again.
"Hi, I'm Mark Malfoy and I would like you to remember to vote for me for Parliament," said a platinum blonde haired boy with piercing blue eyes.
"Aren't you a little young to be running for Parliament?" asked Harriet.
"Well I may be eleven now, but it's never too early to start campaigning," said Mark.
How long before you're eligible to stand for election?" asked Harriet.
"Nine years," replied Mark sheepishly.
"Nine years! You mean your campaigning for an office that you won't even be eligible to stand for until 2100!" said Scheherazade.
"Like I said, it's never too early to start a campaign," replied Mark.
"Why do you even want to be a Member of Parliament?" asked Red.
"The Malfoys have been members of the House of Magi since nearly the beginning," said Mark. "Ever since my great great grandfather Draco Malfoy struck it rich and rebuilt his fortune. There has always been at least one Malfoy in the House of Magi. My father is currently a member."
"You said your ancestor rebuilt his fortune. What happened to it that he needed to?" asked Harriet.
"You must be muggleborn if you don't know about the great disappearance," said Mark. "Nearly a hundred years ago, the Wizarding world was ruled by the Wizengamott, a council of the most important Wizarding familys. But then, the Dark Lord Harry Potter killed all of the heads of family and stole both their titles and their fortunes. He then forced us to change our entire government to suit him. Several times, we've tried to restore our titles and fortunes but every time we do, he shows up in the Wizengamott Chamber to veto it. No one knows how he always knows about the attempts. Some people think he must be a seer."
"So how did your ancestor re-build his fortune?" asked Scheherazade.
"Well it used to be that we bought most things from the muggle world," said Mark. "Then, about 80 years ago, the price of everything that we got from the muggles went through the roof. Especially food and textiles."
"That must have been after the Oil Peak," said Scheherazade.
"The what?" asked Red.
"Back then, almost all food was grown with chemical fertilizers made from petroleum and farmed with machines that were fueled by petrol," explained Scheherazade. "After oil production reached its' peak, the price kept going up and up. After that, farms and businesses became more and more local as transportation costs went up."
"Well, anyway, my great-great grandfather saw an opportunity and took advantage of it," said Mark. "He went into the forbidden forest that used to be near Hogwarts and captured several acromantulas. He began ranching them, and soon he was able to undercut the cost of muggle fabrics while still making a huge profit. Today acromantula silk is commonplace. So what's your story"
"My father is the King-in-exile of Arabia," said Scheherazade. "Our family ruled there for nearly a century until the oil production began declining. We were then overthrown by a fundamentalist revolution. But we managed to take most of the country's wealth with us when we left. We've been living in our castles in England ever since. I'm the first Witch in my family though."
"Really? I'm muggleborn too!" said Harriet. "My mom works at the Surrey garbage mine."
"Garbage mine?" asked Red.
"Yes. Apparently in the 20th century, people used to throw all kind to things that were made of materials from far away," said Harriet. "Nowadays, it's much cheaper to recycle those things from garbage mine than it is to dig them up and transport them from a mine on the other side of the world. It's very important work. What about you, Red?"
"My family has been in Hufflepuff since Hogwarts first opened," said Red. "I'm sure I'll be placed there!"
"Well as fascinating as all this has been, I've got to go do some more campaigning," said Mark, as he stepped out of the compartment. "Don't forget to vote for me!"
After he left, the other three continued to talk and get to know each other. Soon they arrived at Hogwarts and it was time for them to put their robes on. The girls kicked Red out to change. While they were changing, Harriet got a glimpse of Scheherazade's beautiful brown eyes and black hair. After they had put their robes on and Scheherazade's burka was over her robe, they let Red back in. He had already changed into his robe.
After their trip across the lake, they were led into the great hall to be sorted. An elderly Wizard called their names and they would sit on the stool and have the sorting hat placed over their heads.
"Abercrombie, Avery," called out Professor Longbottom. The boy walked up, put the hat on hiss head and it called out: "GRYFINDOR!"
"Ackerley, April" "RAVENCLAW"
"Babbling, Bathsheba" "HUFFLEPUFF!"
"Creevey, Craig" "GRYFINDOR!"
"Dursley, Derrik" "SLYTHERIN!"
"Evans, Isabelle" "HUFFLEPUFF!"
"Foley, Redival," called Professor Longbottom. Red walked up, put the hat on and it called out: "HUFFLEPUFF!"
"Gamp, Glenda" RAVENCLAW!"
"Harkness, Johnathon" "HUFFLEPUFF!"
"Imago, Isadora" "GRYFINDOR!"
"Jorkins, James" "SLYTHERIN!"
"Kettelborn, Kevin" "HUFFLEPUFF!"
"Lockhart, Alexandra" "SLYTHERIN!"
"Malfoy, Marcus" No soon had the hat touched his head then it called out: "SLYTHERIN!"
"Nuttcombe, Nelly" "RAVENCLAW!"
"Pettigrew, Paul" After a few seconds, the hat called out: "GRYFINDOR!"
"Powell, Harriet" She came forward and placed the hat on her head and heard a voice:
"Let's see, you have a fair amount of bravery, you're loyal and ambitious. But It looks like you intellect is your defining trait. You therefore belong in: RAVENCLAW!"
As the Ravenclaw table erupted into cheers, Harriet walked over and sat down besides a girl with mousy brown hair braided down her back.
"Hello, I'm April Ackerley," said the girl.
"Harriet Powell, pleased to meet you"
"Quirell, Quincy" "HUFFLEPUFF!"
"Rookwood, Randolfo" "SLYTHERIN!"
"Saud, Scheherazade" She walked up and placed the hat on her head over her burka. After a few seconds, the hat called out: "GRYFINDOR!"
"Skeeter, Daitray"
"It's Dietre," said the boy.
"Sorry, Skeeter, Deeter," replied Professor Longbottom.
The boy walked up and placed the hat on his head and it called out: "RAVENCLAW!"
The boy came down and sat next to Harriet.
"So they had trouble with your name?" asked Harriet.
"I think it's part of the Deva Conspiracy," replied Dietre.
"There's no such things as devas," said April.
"There is too!" growled Dietre. "My father is editor of the Quibbler and they have articles about the Deva Conspiracy all the time.
April rolled her eyes at this.
"Towler, Thomas" "GRYFINDOR!"
"Urquhart, Irving" "SLYTHERIN!"
"Vane, Victoria" "GRYFINDOR!"
"Wimple, William" "HUFFLEPUFF!"
"Youdle, Lysandra" "RAVENCLAW!"
"Zabini, Zebulon" the boy put the hat on his head and it called out: "SLYTHERIN!"
"Zonko, Zed" After some debate with the hat, he was placed into: "GRYFINDOR!"
After the sorting, the headmistress, an elderly Witch, stood up and announced.
"For those of you who are new, I am Professor McMillian, Headmistress of Hogwarts. Before we begin the feast a few announcements: The Forbidden Swamp is, as it is named, forbidden. The list of prohibited items has been updated and is posted in your common rooms. For our new muggleborn students there will be a special orientation her at 7:30, before breakfast. And finally, 3rd year students, make sure that you have your permission slips signed as no one will be permitted to visit Hogsmeade without one. For now, let the food be brought in!"
That was the signal for the doors to open. Through them, came a procession of men and women bearing trays of food. They carried them in and set them on the house tables.
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