Pierce's POV

I've been expelled from school. This time it was in fourth grade. I swear it was an accident. I wasn't aiming at the school bus, but I just had to shoot the cannon ball into it. This resulted in my fourth expulsion in as many years. Brilliant. I was now at home, bored out of my mind. I left my room when I heard my mom arrive. She was finally back, which meant I had a tiny chance of actually being able to ignore disgusting Smelly Gabe.

I was shocked. She was not alone. There was a man standing next to her while fighting the urge to scream Gandalf. He had a long white beard and was wearing very weird robes.

Yup, Gandalf.

"Are you perhaps Miss Jackson?" he asked me, a twinkle in his eyes.

"Uhh… Yes, Pierce Jackson, sir." I answered. He might dress funny, but there was an air about him that told me that he was to be respected.

His smile lightened up his face, "I am Albus Dumbledore, headmaster of Hogwarts, school of witchery and wizadry. I am here to officially announce that you have been accepted."

I just stared at him blankly. What? And then, I burst out laughing. Was he serious? He seriously WAS Gandalf!

But when I turned to my mom, she looked dead serious. Oh no. He was serious?

"Pierce, your grandfather, my father, was a wizard. He was indeed a powerful wizard, but he does not hold a good reputation. He was known as the most notorious dark wizard, Lord Voldemort."

I needed time to register this. It was all so new. I knew there was something weird when my hair changed color once. I was so upset at my grade, and then my seatmate's eyes went impossibly big. Next thing I knew, my hair was red. I just assumed Gabe did something to my shampoo.

"So, I am going to this school?" I asked.

"Yes, it is a boarding school in Scotland, but you may travel floo powder." Dumbledore said enthusiastically. He held up a pouch, "Stand in your fireplace and throw this in it whilst naming the place you wish to go to." He then proceeded to giving me a letter.

I looked at the first page:

HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore

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

Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)

Dear Ms Jackson,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.

Term begins on 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 31 July.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress

I snorted; they all had weird names. I turned the page:

HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY

UNIFORM

First-year students will require:

1. Three sets of plain work robes (black)

2. One plain pointed hat (black) for day wear

3. One pair of protective gloves (dragon hide or similar)

4. One winter cloak (black, with silver fastenings)

Please note that all pupil's clothes should carry name tags.

COURSE BOOKS

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

The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 1)

by Miranda Goshawk

A History of Magic

by Bathilda Bagshot

Magical Theory

by Adalbert Waffling

A Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration

by Emeric Switch

One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi

by Phyllida Spore

Magical Drafts and Potions

by Arsenius Jigger

Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them

by Newt Scamander

The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection

by Quentin Trimble

OTHER EQUIPMENT

1 wand

1 cauldron (pewter, standard size 2)

1 set glass or crystal phials

1 telescope

1 set brass scales

Students may also bring, if they desire, an owl OR a cat OR a toad.

PARENTS ARE REMINDED THAT FIRST YEARS

ARE NOT ALLOWED THEIR OWN BROOMSTICK

Yours sincerely,

Lucinda Thomsonicle-Pocus

Chief Attendant of Witchcraft Provisions

Even with my dyslexia, I could tell this would cost a lot. I looked over at my mom, how would she pay for all of this?

She looked at me and gave me a warm smile, "Percy, we will be taking your father's vault. He's special, just give them this key," she handed me a key shaped as a trident, " and they them you're name."

My father? He was lost at sea, I knew that much, but he was a wizard too?

"If you don't mind," Dumbledore interrupted my thoughts, "it would be best if we went and buy all of your equipments now, Miss Jackson? We should head to Diagon Alley."

We made our way to the rundown fireplace. My mom wasn't coming, so I was disappointed. Dumbledore grabbed a fistful of the weird powder, and he said "Diagon Alley!"

Time Skip

We have gotten nearly everything. I just needed my robes and wand. I went in Madam Malkin's shop while Dumbledore went to find me a suiting pet (I liked Gandalf). There were two boys there, around my age. The first looked like a complete snob; blond hair and all, and I immediately knew that I did not like him, at all.

"Hogwarts too?" he asked snootily.

I nodded. The other one gave me a kind smile. He had emerald green eyes with glasses that covered them, and messy black hair. We could have been siblings, we both had green eyes and black hair, but my eyes were a mix between blue and green; sea green. I made sure my hair actually looked presentable, they were curled (naturally, I just made sure they did not look like a bird's nest).

"Which house do you think you'll be in?" Blondie asked again. Luckily for me, I had already asked Dumbledore about everything I should know about Hogwarts, and the basics of the wizarding world.

Knowing my grandfather, I smoothly answered, "Slytherin." Well, it wasn't because I wanted to be in Slytherin. Not at all actually, but after asking all those questions to Dumbledore, it suited me the most. I wanted to be a marine biologist so I'm ambitious, I have cheated quite a lot so I am cunning I consider fraternity a very important thing.

Snob smirked, "So you're a pureblood."

I mean, my dad has a vault in Gringotts, and my mom is a daughter a wizard you wanted to rid the world of everyone but purebloods, so yes, yes I was a pureblood.

My hair turned white as a warning. "Yes, so?"

He stuck out a hand, "Draco Malfoy,"

I turned to the other boy, he lost his smile, so I'm guessing he doesn't like Draco.

I grasped his hand, "Pierce Jackson,"

He seemed shocked by my name. According to Dumbledore, the Jacksons were known for being very big followers of Voldemort. They quickly moved to America when The-Boy-Who-Lived defeated the Dark Lord.

Madam Malkin came and told Draco that he could leave. That left green-eyed boy and me.

"Awfully rude, isn't he?" I tried to start a conversation. The boy slowly nodded. "May I ask your name? I really don't feel like always calling you 'you'."

"My name is Harry Potter." He said shyly.

"Harry Potter?" I repeated. "You're THE Harry Potter? I can't believe I met you!" My hair turned blue, my favorite color, I was happy.

"You are free to go, my dear." Madam Malkin told me, so I left.

I can't believe I met Harry Potter.

I know, it looks bad, but I promise that I will try to make it better. If you want me to change some things, please don't hesitate to review/criticize, I will read through and decide to change yes or no (90% chance that I will, this is a free story after all).

Thanks again for reading,

~EmiJinx