To clear a few things up: The first part takes place in the comic book, so Squee is around 9-10 years old. The parts afterwards are later, so Squee it around 13-14.

Sorry in advance if Shmee is out of character; I haven't read "Squee!" yet.

I still remember that one night when we moved into our new house; I met him. He was weird, for lack of a better word, and he freaked me out. But still, he was nicer than most adults were to me back then. He heard Shmee's voice when he spoke, which surprised me; no one but me had ever heard Shmee's voice up until then. But Shmee still doesn't like him very much; I suppose it's because he tried to kill him that first day.

My parents never did appreciate or care for me. But I had lied to myself, and made myself believe that they did. I would leave now if I had a place to stay; but the only place I can think of is Nny's house and there is no way.

School was always a pain; I probably shouldn't have taken Shmee with me on the first day. I still take him, but now he hides in my backpack. I was never really happy with my life, since I never had any fun; not at home, or at school, and where else could I go?

One day, a new girl came to school. She seemed different from everyone else. She was always smiling, and people seemed to be compelled to approach her. But not in the way that everyone feels compelled to drive Nny crazy, more like they felt compelled to make her as happy as possible. She replied happily to everyone, never being nicer to one person than the other; she was even nice to me, something that was very different. Gradually, people got used to her, and things went back to normal; except for me. She became a great friend; I started to enjoy school, look forward to it. Things were getting better; even Shmee thought she was okay.

One day she came home with me, and we bumped into him. I thought it was all over; he would kill her, and everything would go back to what it was before: Me, alone in life, with my only "friends" being a homicidal maniac and a talking pyromaniac teddy-bear. I tried to get away, brush him off quickly and leave right away, but neither of the two would allow that.

"Hello," she sang happily once she saw him. He looked over, dressed in his usual black and white stripes and buckles.

"You are?" he tilted his head and sneered. I guess whatever happiness had infected everyone else didn't reach Johnny.

"I'm Flic, I just moved into town a few weeks ago; Nice to meet you!" She held out her right hand to shake his. The maniac looked down at it with disgust as if it were some sort of half-eaten rat. Flic waited patiently.

"She's my friend," I spoke up and drew Nny's attention to myself.

"She's your friend Squee?" He said, and seemed to look more assured now, but still sceptical. Turning back to the girl, he noticed her hand was still reaching for his. With only slight hesitation, he took it in his own and shook it. "I'm Johnny C. My friends call me Nny."

"Can I call you Nny?"

"S-sure..." I was surprised for many reasons. For one, Nny never touched another human; proven once when I brushed against his arm accidentally, and he jumped across the room. Two, he wasn't automatically tearing this girl apart for "disturbing him." Could it be Johnny who was calmer than usual? Or maybe just the Happiness affect that Flic gave everyone she met.

Maybe life wasn't always all bad.

OOO

Today a letter arrived for me. No one had ever written me before, so I was taken by surprise. I hid it under my shirt so my parents wouldn't see it, and took it up to my room where I read it. It was the most bizarre thing I had ever read: A letter from the "headmaster of a magic school for young witches and wizards." I had never believed in wizards or magic before, but thinking of all the odd things that had happened to me throughout my life, why shouldn't I believe in it?

The letter mentioned that I would be starting from 4th year since my magic hadn't been detected until now, and I couldn't start with the 11 year olds. It also mentioned what I would need for 4th year classes, and where I would need to go to be apparated to London. Wow, apparated to London; I have no idea what that means.

Once in London, the instructed adult will help you to buy your things. Then you will stay in the Leaky Cauldron for the night, and the next morning you will be taken to King's Cross Station, Platform 9 ¾ and there you will board the train that will take you to Hogwarts in Scotland.

Bizarre indeed...

I later showed the letter to my parents, who agreed because it was free, and it would get me away from them. How nice.

OOO

I've been waiting for Nny to come over at some point; I wanted to tell him that I was going to be leaving for school soon. I would've gone over and told him myself, but from all the screaming I hear coming from his house, I'm afraid of what I might see there.

Shmee says that it's a good thing I'm getting away from him for almost a year. But he also says that he'll miss Flic. I'll also miss Flic; I should go say goodbye to her before leaving.

Tonight, Nny finally came over; as usual, he needed to use my medical kit. I don't know why I don't just give it to him; I guess that's what I should do now.

"Here, Nny," I said, handing him the white box.

"Hmm?" he looked at it quizzically, "But what if you need it?"

"I won't need it; I'm going to a boarding school in Scotland in a few days," I explained casually.

"A boarding school? You're going to live at school? Are your parents making you go?" The thin man asked.

"No, I want to go," I answered.

"You're gonna leave me and Flic behind?" he looked at me angrily.

"No; I'll write to you. I will be back! This is just something I want to do..."

"Hm... well okay... You should tell Flic before going though." Then he jumped out the window, taking the First-Aid kit with him.

The next day, I told Flic. For a second it seemed like she almost looked sad, but when I blinked she had her smile back.

"You should have fun then; and write to us, whenever you can!"

Since that was over with, I decided that I should pack.

OOO

"Goodbye son! I'm happy that someone decided you should go to this school; magic or not, I don't really care!" my father waved as he dropped me off at the corner of Dead-end avenue and Fire-pit street.

(A/N: Very original no? XD)

This is the place that the letter said to wait in. I looked at my watch: 7:52. I was waiting for 8 o'clock, which was when the "instructed adult" would come to pick me up.

I sat down on the sidewalk and leaned against a light post. The streets were still pretty much empty, save for a few cars driving by. I didn't think I stood out too much; faded jeans and a black t-shirt blending in with the bleakness of the background. Suddenly getting bored, I unzipped my backpack and pulled out Shmee.

"What do you think of all this?" I asked quietly.

What do you expect me to say? That magic doesn't exist? So than what am I? You don't really believe that I'm your own voice born from schizophrenia do you?

"Well no, not really... I didn't expect you to deny magic... Just... what do you think?"

Well for one thing, I'm not magic.

"You just contradicted what you said earlier."

I'm more of a supernatural force; for instance, all those aliens we met. You wouldn't call those magic would you?

"No. But where is this going? I asked for your opinion, not a lecture on the differences between magic and the paranormal."

I think that this magic stuff is...

I shut up because I decided that Shmee was finally going to answer my question.

...a good chance to set people on fire.

Should have expected as much. I sighed and put Shmee back into my backpack. That's when I heard a popping noise. I turned my head and saw a woman standing above me.

"Todd Casil?" she asked.

"Y...yeah..." I got up and brushed off my jeans.

"I'm Molly Weasley, I'm here to help you prepare for Hogwarts," the red-haired woman said. "First off we need to get rid of your bags." She waved a stick at my luggage and they disappeared. I stared at the now empty spot in shock. "Am I right to guess that was the first time you've seen magic used?" She smiled. "Should I take your backpack too or do you want to keep it?"

I looked up at her and froze for a few moments.

Well say something you idiot, Shmee's voice brought me to reality.

"A-ah no, I'll keep it with me."

"Alright; hold on to my arm tightly dear." I reached out and grabbed her arm, unsure of where this was going. Suddenly I felt a sickening lurch in my stomach, but it was gone in the next moment...

...and I was standing in the middle of a crowded street next to Ms. Weasley who was smiling cheerfully.

I looked around in amazement at all the people and the shops and the new things.

"Come now dear, we need to buy all your things. You're going into 4th year right?" I nod.

OOO

After buying my books and robes, we went to Ollivander's Wands to buy me a wand.

"U-um... Who's paying for all this?" I ask shyly.

"Oh don't worry about that dear; the school is paying for everything. You're a special case."

"How come?"

'Cause you're a trauma magnet whose friends are the definition of Negative and Positive.

"Because you have no relatives who possess magic, so it's very odd that you have it. Not only that, but your magic only showed up sometime this year; usually magic is born at the same time you are," the woman explained.

We stepped into the Wand Shop and a man with moon like eyes greeted us.

"Hello there! You're obviously looking for a wand since you're in a wand shop; unless you are lost. Are you lost?" He came up to me and looked me in the eye.

"Um... no?"

"Alright-y then, let me take your measurements." He measured me every way he could and then stepped away and pulled out one of the boxes lining the walls.

"Here we are, try this one." The man handed me a brown wand. "Birch wood, Hippogriff Talon." I took the wand from him and gave it a wave, not sure what to expect. It exploded in my face.

Nice.

"I guess not." Mr. Ollivander snatched away the wand and put it back in the box, getting another one and handing it to me. "Bocote wood, Unicorn Tail."

I gave it a wave and a box fell on my head.

"Ow!" I shouted.

"Hmm..." the owner of the shop took the wand back and put it away. Then he picked up the box that had fallen on my head and looked at the wand inside. "Try this one; Ziricote wood, Chimaera scale."

I took the wand, this time slightly afraid of what would happen; I waved it. The box it had been in set on fire. I thought that this wand was also a dead end, but then I saw the image of Shmee in the fire. The embers were crackling into the shape of the Pyromaniac teddy-bear.

"I do believe this is the wand for you... Very flexible, rare but powerful." He smiled.

OOO

After purchasing my new wand, Ms. Weasley asked if I wanted a pet.

"Why would I want a pet?" I asked.

"Well, a pet just for fun. Most students have owls as pets; they use them to send a receive letters."

"Hmm... I guess I could check out the animals they have..."

Get something that breathes fire.

Hush Shmee, I doubt the sell dragons as pets.

In the shop there was an assortment of cats, toads and rats. After looking through every animal they had, I felt like I really didn't need an animal.

...But then I saw it; all alone in a corner. A bat. I walked up to it and stared at it.

Funny how it looks just like that maniac.

Now that he had said it, I could see the resemblance. It's fur jet black, in an unruly mess on its head. It was incredibly thin, almost bony. It opened it's eyes for a moment and they were just as huge on it's face as Nny's were on his.

"I see you like him?" the owner, a woman with heavy black glasses asked.

"Mmhmm." I nod.

"He's trained like the owls are; can send and receive messages."

Interesting; I'm leaning towards buying him.

"I'll take him."

OOO

"Let me buy you something to eat before I leave dear. You look so thin!" Ms. Weasley fussed. I could tell she was a mother.

How would you know? Your mother never did stuff like that.

I let Ms. Weasley buy me a sandwich and then she showed me to my room for the night and left.

"What do you think I should name him?"

"Naming him Johnny would be too uncreative wouldn't it?" Shmee's physical voice said.

"Hmm..."

"Maybe name him after one of Johnny's voices that he's always talking about?"

"That sounds like a good idea... But calling him Mr. Eff wouldn't exactly be very subtle would it?"

"I guess not." I heard the smile in his voice.

"How about Nailbat? Nny did say he liked Nailbunny the best."

"Hmm... that is very catchy; make sure the maniac doesn't nail him to the wall though."

That being done, I lay down on the bed, and fell asleep pretty quickly.

OOO

The next morning, I woke up and gathered my things. Ms Weasley had told me to wait for her downstairs, which is what I was doing when she showed up.

"Come now dear, we must hurry! You'll be joining a few others today in the train station," she said and hurriedly ushered me outside. She apparated us to Kings Cross.

"Who?" I asked.

"My children and their friends."

So you were right about her being a mother, Shmee's voice said in my mind.

"Hey mum, you're back," a young girl with red hair said.

"Here's your things dear." Ms Weasley waved in the direction of a trolley where my luggage was stacked.

"Thanks..." I replied.

"So you're new here right? I heard you only just got your magic; that's a bit odd," the young girl said as Ms Weasley went off somewhere.

"Yeah... I'm not sure why... It's all so weird right now."

"I would guess; I'm Ginny by the way."

"I'm Todd."

Hmmm... Interesting; you've been speaking with her for almost 10 seconds and I haven't had the urge to set her on fire yet. I felt Shmee smile and also smiled.

"What's so funny?" Ginny asked me.

"Ah! N-n-nothing!!" I shouted defensively. She giggled slightly.

"Is that your pet?" she asked, noticing Nailbat.

"Yeah."

"What's his name?! It is a him right?"

"Yeah, it's a him; I called him Nailbat."

"Nailbat? What kind of name is that?"

"Well it's cause..."

Don't tell her the truth! LIE DAMN YOU LIE!

"My friend once had a bunny called Nailbunny... and he died sooo... in honour of him..."

"Oh I see. I'm guessing you don't know why your friend called him Nailbunny?"

LIE

"N-not really..." Ginny raised an eyebrow at me, but I was saved from further questioning when Ms Weasley came back with five more people. Two of them are obvious identical twins, with orange hair the same shade as Ginny's; probably her brother. Another one also looks like her brother, but younger than the twins. The fourth is a girl with brown bushy hair, and the fifth a boy with mess black hair and round glasses. There was also a black dog walking with them.

"Come now, you students must get to platform 9 ¾!" Ms Weasley hurried them along and Squee stared in shock when he saw them go through a brick wall. Four shouts of "Bye mum!" were heard. Then the boy with glasses and the girl with bushy brown hair went through and shouted "Bye Mrs Weasley!"

"Ah thanks Mrs. Weasley..." I say and step through the wall. I was staring at Mrs Weasley smiling and waving one moment, and the next there was a wall.

"C'mon Todd! Hurry up!" Ginny waved to me and I followed her. We climbed into the train and I noticed that the girl with bushy hair and Ginny's brothers were gone. The boy with round glasses was still there though.

"Here, this let's sit here," Ginny said, opening a compartment. I put my stuff away and sat down. "So you're new?" A girl who had already been in the compartment said.

"Yeah... I'm Todd... I'm going into 4th year."

"Really?! Great, that's my year!" Ginny shouted happily.

"I'm Luna," the girl said.

"I'm Harry," the boy with glasses said. I noticed there was a scar beneath his hair; once I stared harder it looked like a lightning bolt. "I know you're wondering; I am Harry Potter."

"Who?" I said absent-mindedly. Harry gaped at me.

"Mum told me yesterday Harry; Todd is different. He hasn't been a wizard all his life; he only got his magic recently. His whole family is muggle," Ginny explained.

"What's muggle?" I asked confused.

"See what I mean?" she said. "Muggles are non-magical people."

"Oh."

"Alright, sorry about being so snappy then; I hate when people stare at my scar," Harry apologized. Suddenly the door was opened and a dishevelled looking boy came in.

"Hello, Ginny, Harry; Can I sit here?" The boy asked.

"Sure," Harry and Ginny agree.

"Neville, this is Todd and Luna," Ginny introduces us. "Neville," she introduces Neville.

Odd; these people don't seem as irritating as the people back home. Could it be just Johnny's radiating negativity that makes that city horrible?

I doubt it; things were bad before we moved next door to him.

Oh noes Todd! Talking with me has made you miss a very interesting conversation about a singing prisoner!

... What?

"What about you Todd? Do you think this man looks like a murderer or a singer?" The blond girl, Luna, holds up a magazine for me to see.

"Umm..." Then the compartment door opened again and the girls with bushy hair and the boy with red hair walked in.

"Hey guys, sorry for ditching you; prefect duties," the boy said.

"It's alright; this is Ron, my brother, and Hermione," Ginny says to me and Luna.

"I'm Luna."

"Todd." We introduced ourselves. After settling down, everyone was pretty much having their own conversation, and I was staring out the window.

Making friends seems much easier here doesn't it?

I wonder why that is.

I guess we won't really need to burn anyone here.

As if I've ever burned anyone before...

But I'm sure you will at one point; not everyone can be nice after all. Plus you now have a very powerful wand to use.

Hmm... true... Wait what am I saying? I don't wanna burn someone.

Aww, that's too bad.

That's when the door opened again. The compartment was getting crowded by now... I don't think anyone else would fit. In walked a bleached blond boy with a sneer on his face.

He looks worthy of being burnt for instance.

He said something that was probably supposed to be a threat, and mentioned a dog for some reason, and then left. Somehow he had managed to make everyone angry.

OOO

Once the train reached it's destination, I followed the rest of the group to some sort of carriage being pulled by a skeleton horse.

Holy... that is awesome, Shmee's voice said.

"What are those?" Harry asked.

"What are what mate?" Ron asked.

"Those horse-like things." Harry pointed to them.

"What are you talking about?" Ron asked and then got on the carriage.

"I see them too," Luna whispered as we got on the carriage. "You only see them if you've seen someone die before."

"I see them..." I whisper quietly.

"Who did you see die?" Harry asked no one in particular.

"Mr Grandma," Luna answers. I keep my mouth shut.

Hehe, hope you enjoyed. Squee's wand isn't coincidental. Ziricote wood is associated with Fire. It is masculine, but protective. (Obviously I'm not talking about the wood itself, but you understand right?) Also Chimaera Scale is very rare but powerful. I was going to give Squee Ashwinder Ash which is good for protective spells, but I want him to be great with hexes also XD.

I forget what Draco said when he walked into the compartment, so NO DIALOGUE FOR HIM!