Souls reincarnate every 500 years. They start a new slate with no memories of their pasts, even if their soul's previous form and instincts remains. And Sarah Potter happened to be the reincarnation of a certain Black Crane. YYH X-OVer

Sarah Potter

Sarah Potter knew she was always different from kids her age.

She has a habit of pickpocketing...and she was damn good at it since she was SIX...when she started going to Grade School.

She was a quick learner, able to quickly learn what teachers teach in school while her peers and her cousin were so slow. When her relatives weren't too happy that she bested their son Dudley, she ran away from home and took to living in an abandoned building where she began residing in. Her relatives made it clear that she was just a waste of space and their money so she left, and never cared any longer.

She no longer considered them home, unaware that she just did a huge damage on the blood wards in her aunt's house, and for a certain Order to storm Number 4 only to discover she hasn't come home for a week now and led a nationwide search. But she didn't care. Right now, she is at the mall, pickpocketing money, and using the money to buy herself cakes and delicious foods she was never allowed to eat. Never wear worn-out second-hands ever again and never do chores ever again. Freedom is bliss!

She enjoyed her life very much. At school, she continued to be at top of the class and Dudley once tried to bully her...but something in her snapped, and she thrashed him instead and broke his arm. Yes, there's the Principal a calling but there were many witnesses that Dudley bullied her first, only, nobody expected Sarah to retaliate. Boy, Vernon and Petunia were furious that the unwanted niece hurt their son but she only got a warning as she was still a child when they wanted their own niece expelled, which puzzled the Principal. Shouldn't family be protecting and asking for leniency? But her relatives HATED her. Sarah didn't care either way. But Sarah was a model student. She learns lessons within the day, hence, she always had perfect scores and her teachers sang praises.

It didn't take the Principal long to figure out that they hated that not only did Sarah break their son's arm in defense from bullying, they hated the idea that she, their unwanted niece was better than their son. It didn't help that teachers commented that Dudley never did his work and is more interested in recess...

She simply ignored the adults and life went by as normal for her. She continued being a good student and a good thief with the thrill of stalking her prey until she filches wallets. She grew up to be quite healthy and a beautiful young girl resembling her mother with her heart-shaped face, bright green jewel-like eyes, fair skin and long, shiny straight black hair. She was admired by her peers for her beauty and brains but she never made friends, preferring to stay in the library to read the books in there.

But there was another way that she was different. She could see...well...things.

From souls...to small monsters in varying sizes who were chasing her for who knows what and by her instinct alone, she knew how to get rid of them. She blasted her power at these monsters and vaporized them and since then, monsters were after her.

"There are monsters in this world that only I can see." she thought with a frown as she looked around the people near her. "They don't see or feel anything or they'd be screaming by now..." and she went to the library to see what kind of monsters were she facing. She had gone for the books containing mythical creatures and mythological stories about gods, goddesses and beings from all over the world.

She eventually came across Japan's 'beasties'. The monsters she fought, were youkai. Youkai were from an unknown origin...the deities and chosen heroes of Japan had been fighting against demons since time began until no one no longer sees them.

Yeah right, how could she?

Why could she see and kill them?

She could never find the answer, as unfortunately, no one else has the same capability as she. This just caused herself to isolate herself more and began labelling the people around her 'ordinary humans', yet she didn't know what to call herself. She was...one-of-a-kind. Yeah.

She decided to go to self-defense workshops. She can't just blast youkai away forever. She went to a Karate workshop at eight years old...and subsequently rose in ranks. She discovered another odd thing about herself. She could sense people incoming, how will she be attacked...and she had no idea she had reflexes, a trait their teacher commented on. She didn't even know what it is! But hey, she eventually began sparring with her teacher himself, the only person who could spar with her so far...she even used weights to strengthen her muscles, and used hand grips recommended by her mentor to train her muscles and give her a boost in physical strength. He then gave her a practice menu to do at home, which she did.

So Sarah's life was plain and simple. School by day while blasting away what comes near her, and train every after school.

She did face one heck of a problem when she became 11 when her period struck and she didn't know what to do. She hid her bloodstain using her bag and ran for the clinic...to learn that she, 'is a growing girl' and learned about menstruation and puberty. The thought that she'll bleed for three days every month from now on IRKED her and she had to keep track of when she started to be able to predict her next period.

Months later, halfway into grade 5, she received a rather strange letter from an equally strange mail carrier. An owl. She took the letter from the owl...and frowned.

Does she have a stalker?

The back of the letter read:

Ms. S. Potter
Fifth Floor 2nd room of Abandoned Building
Magnolia Crescent

She stared at the owl before opening the letter.

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. Potter,

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

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall

Minerva McGonagall,
Deputy Headmistress

"No later than July 31 my foot, I just had my birthday!" she growled as she looked at the second paper in the envelope.

HOGWARTS SCHOOL
of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY

UNIFORM
First-year students will require:

Three sets of plain work robes (black)
One plain pointed hat (black) for day wear
One pair of protective gloves (dragon hide or similar)
One winter cloak (black, silver fastenings)
Please note that all pupils' 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 Beginners' 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 an owl OR a cat OR a toad
PARENTS ARE REMINDED THAT FIRST YEARS ARE NOT ALLOWED THEIR OWN BROOMSTICKS.

"OK...?" and she began drafting a reply letter.

xxx

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry...

Sarah Potter has gone missing, and they could not find her anywhere after the blood wards in her aunt's home crashed beyond repair. Albus Dumbledore's Order of the Phoenix could not find her so their only hope, was the Acceptance Letter sent by Hogwarts' magics itself, whether or not she would respond.

Hours later, respond she did, as Minerva McGonagall, the Headmistress was sorting out letters on who accepted and who didn't. She checked both envelopes and looked relieved to see the letter of hope,

'She's still alive...' she mused as she opened Sarah's letter to find a response she knew she would expect.

To Mr. so-called-Headmaster,

This is one hell of an elaborate prank! No such thing
as witches and wizards and I know for a fact that owls
can be trained for a prank like this, I'm NOT buying it!
Lay off or else!

Minerva McGonagall groaned as she checked the girl's address...

'ABANDONED BUILDING?' she shrieked in horror as she ran out of her office in the Transfiguration Tower. 'ALBUS!'

xxx

Back to Sarah, she thought that was the last of it but nooo!

After club activities in the art club where they had to paint the figment of their imagination...Sarah had painted a silver-haired man in a white toga with furry dog ears and tail in the background of the night with a full moon behind him. And by the man's feet, were corpses of monsters, surrounded by dead trees.

Her teacher was a bit...freaked out but impressed with her talent in drawing but freaked out at her 'imagination'. If most kids her age drew flowers, teddy bears and whatever dreams they had, this was what Sarah Potter came up with!

'Sarah, is this really your imagination?' her art teacher Mrs. Phelps asked her, perplexed.

'Yup...I couldn't draw them better though, it's ugly.' Sarah pouted. Mrs. Phelps stared incredulously. Sarah's drawing skills were akin to that of a beginner university student who just started out in Fine Arts Major and she says it's ugly?

'Dear, what kind of books are you reading?'

'Monsters!' Sarah piped.

'Then stop reading books about monsters dear, it's not good for your mental health.' said Mrs. Phelps weakly as she put Sarah's work on the bulletin board, secured it with pins with everybody else's work. The students came to see everybody else's work...froze and all eyes fell on Sarah who was tidying up her workbench.

'...what?' she then just shrugged and went home when the bell rang. And what awaited her at home was...

xxx

Abandoned Building, Magnolia Crescent...

The Order of the Phoenix stared in disbelief at Sarah's...'home'.

She lived in an abandoned building with worn-out furniture obviously salvaged from a dump, but well-taken care of, but the bed mattress, pillows and thick blankets were new. There were also boxes containing her clothes and shoes not far from the corner.

'This is where she lived ever since she went missing from the Dursleys?' Emmeline Vance choked, clearly disturbed by what they were seeing.

'But this place is just nearby Number 4!' Minerva cried, 'How on earth did this happen?'

'Looks like we need to pay the Dursleys a visit, regarding their treatment of their niece.' Albus sighed. 'I have told Petunia to care for the girl like her own child...'

'She obviously didn't do it, considering her history with Lily.' Snape snorted. 'Ever since Lily became a witch, she envied her powers and raising the daughter of her sister who also had magic reminded her of what she can never have and can only dream of.'

'I told you they were the worst sort but you never listened to me, ME who observed them for a day before you left Sarah in their so-called care!' Minerva shrieked hotly at the aged old man who sighed as they all disappeared.

Ten minutes later, Sarah came home to do her homework and noted the many footprints on her floor. She narrowed her eyes and began checking to see if anything were stolen. To her relief, none.

SHE is the thief...and thieves themselves shouldn't be ROBBED! It just sounded and felt wrong! She growled at this, as she went to her bed to do her homework, before going out for the public baths...she was glad there's one...and then buy her dinner...blissfully unaware of the shouting match in her relative's house while eating a nice takeout from a restaurant.

She wanted to cook but she could only do that if she had a stove, and she doesn't have any! She always wanted to try making pastries but sadly, that's beyond her reach...for now.

xxx

Next day...

She was getting ready for school when she heard several cracks in her home. People in black robes.

'Who are you and what do you want?' Sarah growled warily as she looked very defensive.

'We mean you no harm Ms. Potter. We are here to explain things to you.' said the old man with a long white beard. 'I am Albus Dumbledore...Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.' Sarah raised an eyebrow at this.

'So...it wasn't a prank, and all of you witches and wizards then?' Sarah asked, remaining in her steely voice as the Headmaster chuckled. 'Sit. Sorry for no furniture but this is all I could steal from the dumps, and a neglected delivery truck in the case of my bedding.' she snorted as she sat on her bed, but the adults just conjured stools. Her words regarding what little furniture she had...made them wonder how on earth did she do it.

'We want to know why you ran away from your aunt Sarah, as you are supposed to stay with her until you are 17, a legal adult in our world. We want to hear your side of the story.' Albus asked her and Sarah nodded.

'Heh, they're only relatives to me, never family. They made it clear that I'm an unwanted child who's just a waste of space and a waste of resources.' the witches made an angry cat-yowl at this. 'Oddly enough, when I was six, I was taught and made to do the laundry, weed the garden and mow the grass, and clean the house, while my so-called family enjoys being lazy sloths. And my reward for a day of hard work? Just a glass of water from the tap, and canned soup and my meals are only once a day, and only allowed a bath after work for five minutes and that's not even enough time to clean myself up. I compared then and now since I ran away.'

'In their care, I was a skinny waif who is hungry most of the time. On my own, I'm quite, healthy. I've been living on my own and doing just fine, so don't poke your nose into my business.' Sarah finished curtly as she crossed her arms. 'There's no way I'll go back there. I never considered that house of lazy sloths home not even once.' she hissed. 'Now you got my story, I have to go.' she said as she stood up and grabbed her bag, 'I'll be late for school and I never once had a tardy on my record and I'm not starting now.'

'I'm afraid that cannot be the case Sarah. You are a young, untrained witch, and both your parents attended Hogwarts as well when they were both eleven years old. We are aware that they lied to you about the car crash but in fact, it was an even worse tragedy that led to your being orphan. Every young witch and wizard who strikes 11 on their birthdays before September 1st, they all receive their Hogwarts Letter. For children like you who had no idea about out world, a faculty member will come and explain to the family, then they decide whether or not they attend. But you my dear, as you come from a magic family...your name has been on the register since your birth.'

'Meaning, I don't have a choice, and I don't like it,' said Sarah stiffly. 'While I don't mind the opportunity, what about my schooling here? I haven't even finished elementary yet for crying out loud! And to get a job, I should at least finish high school!' she grunted as she crossed her arms in a huff as the Order exchanged glances.

'Sarah, in Hogwarts, you have seven years of schooling, starting from beginner magic, intermediate and then advanced level of magic. The younger one starts, the easier to harness magic which is why you should go to be able to train your powers and increase your magical abilities and skills.' Albus explained. 'Although the price is that you'll have to leave your education here in favor of Hogwarts.' he told her apologetically. 'But it must be done.'

'Don't even got money.' Sarah grunted as Albus' eyes twinkled. 'Just to keep up appearances, that lazy pig is still paying my elementary tuition fee.'

'Oho! Your parents left you quite a lot!' he chuckled. 'They set you up a Trust Fund, enabling you to be able to use the money for fifteen years for schooling with a little additional luxury. Only you can access it in our bank in our world, even if I hold your bank key in my care.' he said. 'Shall we go?'

And so she went with them to a whole 'nother place. She was taken to Gringotts' Bank by one of the adults present in the room, Minerva McGonagall. Gringotts was manned by goblins who were pushing carts of treasure she itched to steal but her family's money is here and it will not do to antagonize these beings. After being taken to her Trust Vault, she was astonished to see mountains of gold, silver and bronze. All hers!'

'Say Griphook,' Sarah asked Griphook the goblin as she collected heaps upon heaps of her money. 'Did anyone touch my Trust Vault before I came here?'

'Well, this one is only allowed and strictly watched. Yearly Hogwarts Tuition Fee withdrawals.' said Griphook. 'Tuition Fee is 5000 Galleons.'

'And I'm the last family member left...do I get access to the Main Family Vaults as an exception?' Sarah asked Griphook again. 'I'm the last afterall.'

'Oh, about that, you will have access once at least you complete a year of education in Hogwarts as by then, you are fully familiar with the Magic World, it's laws and customs.'

'And there are NO engagements made against my will OR my parents' wills, right?'

'Last I checked no, but we should check again just incase. One can never be too careful.' Griphook chuckled. 'Let's go to the Documentation Office.' and they rode on the cart to get to said office to meet the goblin Treebark.

'Treebark, Ms. Potter wishes to inquire about documents concerning her and the Potter Family made after she was orphaned and recent documents created.' said Griphook as he came in with Sarah, while her chaperone Minerva McGonagall had to stay outside while this matter is sorted out.

'Let's see then.' said Treebark as he opened a compartment in his drawer revealing a hidden keyboard and pressed a few buttons. Then he shut the lid and then pulled out a drawer, and took out numerous files which the goblin sorted out.

'...you have the wills of your parents here to be only read when you are able, a will by your godfather Sirius Black who is in prison for supposedly betraying your parents to the Dark Lord but if that was the case, why would he leave the Black Family Fortune, Properties and Assets to you should you hit legal age? This will is to only activate if the man dies without fathering any children. The rest, are engagement papers sent by numerous families who wish to tie you to their sons, to be yet approved by your magical legal guardian but said legal guardian is in PRISON...'

'I don't give a damn about them Treebark. They're only after me for money and fame for all I know. And I'm famous because my family died and I didn't, what are these stupi8d witches and wizards thinking? Talk about tactless and insensitive!' she scowled as the two goblins could not help but agree. 'Can you dispose of them unless it might cause me social troubles in the future? If that's the case, leave only proposals I MIGHT consider who will be profitable to me in some way regarding money, social or political influence. There's no way they'll benefit off me alone and I believe in profitable relationships. I'll look into that later but for now, I want to read my parents' wills.'

'Very well.' Treebark then picked up the paper. 'The beneficiaries in your parents' wills are you, Sirius Black, and Remus Lupin. Regarding you, you will inherit the entire Potter Family Fortune, Assets and Properties and Lord or in your case, Ladyship of the Ancient Noble House of Potter. You also have a seat at the Wizengamot to be only accessible when you're 17. Until then, nobody's going proxy for you so that seat shall remain empty until you are old enough to take it.'

'Consider it received and done please.' said Sarah. 'I would like to see the list of properties and if possible, I want a house in the country far from prying eyes so I can practice as much magic as I want without being seen by ordinary humans please.'

'Well, here's one that meets your requirements...a vacation home in the countryside at Spinner's End belonging to your mother. It was also her parents' former home, and the Potter Family Manor from your father.'

'I guess I'll take residence in the Potter Manor then.' Sarah grinned. 'How do I get there Treebark?'

xxx

Later...in Diagon Alley...

Sarah had many things to complain about. First off, 'Hey! We're modern people darn it, why do we have to write on papyrus and use feathers?' she hissed to Minerva in annoyance. 'We should be using pens and nice, white bond papers!'

'It's been that way since long ago Ms. Potter. Moreover we don't know what a 'bond paper' is but we do hear about these 'pens'...' she commented.

'You mean you people are out of touch with the human world? Boy, you're going to regret that big time...we need to be in contact with humans to maintain balance. There's things only humans can do and have but we can't do and have, same goes for humans who can't do and have what we got.'

'I can't help but agree but we lack knowledge for that though.' said Minerva as Sarah chose to buy the high-quality Vellum Parchment as it does not split upon getting worn out and it was as close as she could get to bond papers. 'Because of prejudice and bigotry by Purebloods towards Muggleborns, we are quite, out of touch as you so put it. They have enough political influence to almost not allow Muggleborn or human-origin witches and wizards if not for Hogwarts' Four Founders who outpowered them a thousand years ago.'

'Then let's change that, shall we?' Sarah smirked. 'Do you have a subject called 'Human Studies'?'

'Muggle Studies and yes.' said Minerva as she corrected Sarah's choice of words. 'Although it's an Elective to be learned on Third Year and above.'

'I think I'll write books in the near future.' she grinned. 'And have a Human-born teacher who's up with the times teach.' and after buying her writing supplies, which was a roll of parchment, six ink bottles and a ruler, they went to Flourish and Blotts, and Sarah asked the storekeeper to get her, her Hogwarts' Book List as well as books about Wizarding Laws, Customs, Traditions and about Pureblood Families.

That cost her a rather hefty sum, while Minerva went off to buy her school trunk to put her load in. Next came her Potions Kit and Ingredients...that caused Sarah to retch upon leaving the Apothecary due to it's stench. In Madam Malkins', she asked for a figure-fitting uniform as there's no rules against it anyway. But upon getting to their final stop, Ollivander's...

'Welcome. I've been waiting for you to come, Ms. Potter.' said Ollivander as he came out of the shelves, riding on his wheeled ladder. 'Worry not, I'm not here for your fame, I'm here for finding a wand that is your match.' he said as he looked at her cold, steely gaze. 'I take it you dislike your fame?'

'Who wants to be famous because some fool murdered your family and you survived said fool?' Sarah asked him coldly. 'Talk about insensitive and tactless!' Ollivander looked taken aback by this as Minerva glanced at her charge.

'...I didn't see it the way you saw it. For that I apologize Ms. Potter but it'll take quite a while for our community to see as you do.' he said apologetically as he took armfuls of boxes into his arms. 'Although back then, those were truly dark times people were ready to have and see anything that appears as a symbol of hope. The Dark Lord caused a reign of terror and darkness...family and friends missing or killed, or controlled to do his bidding...you don't know who to trust and not in fear they could be controlled and soon sell you to your death. Those were dark times.' he said as he shook his head. 'So many good people killed whilst criminals roamed free to murder and destroy.'

'But hope came when you, as a babe, had a miraculous magical feat that rebound the Dark Lord's Killing Curse that took so many lives.' he told her softly. 'It was the end of darkness...people saw hope to live again without fear and revered your family as heroes, especially you for your miracle and the fact that you survived. There's a monument with a tribute to your family in your old home in Godric's Hollow. You should go there sometime.' he suggested. 'Only witches and wizards can see the monument the Ministry erected in your honor. There's a lifelike statue of your parents there holding you as a baby.'

'I'll visit then.' Sarah muttered as Ollivander took out a measuring tape and Sarah held out her dominant arm for the tape to self-measure her. After measuring her, Ollivander had her try out a wand.

'Well Ms. Potter, it's the wand that chooses it's wizard, not the other way around.' Ollivander told her. 'Give it a wave.' Sarah did, but the wand did not respond. '...apparently not.' and he took it back.

'Say, what happens if someone bested you in a magic fight with your wand?' Sarah asked Ollivander curiously.

'The wand will change it's allegiance from it's owner to the one who defeats it. Your opponent has gained ownership of your wand,' Ollivander explained. 'So do be careful. Come to think of it, you're the only one who asked me that question ever since I began selling wands at 21 years old...and that's a hundred and thirty years ago.' he commented. 'That is hardly common knowledge and only us wandmakers know of it, and very few others outside our wand-making circle.' and so, Sarah tried wand after wand...from no response, to disastrous results...

Secretly, Ollivander was astonished that not even 'that wand' chose her when he thought it would, as his eyes fell on the 11 inch Holly wand with Phoenix Feather that rejected Sarah. Every wand in his shop rejected her! By sundown, still nothing.

'Oh dear...every one of your wands rejected her!' Minerva choked as Sarah began to look worried. 'What to do now Ollivander? She needs a wand for school!' Ollivander looked thoughtful at this.

'...I still have one last wand but I never sold it because it's power is too much for a wizarding child.' said Ollivander. 'It's even too much for us adults and Albus' caliber. It's also an unlikely combination yet they are compatible.' he said as he went into his shop and came back fifteen minutes later. 'Here she is...12 inches, Ebony Wood. Ebony is known as one of the most powerful woods used in wandlore, and also indiscriminate as it channels all types of magic with ease...with an equally unlikely core. Thestral tail hair...a tricky substance that can be mastered only by a person capable of facing and understanding death.' he said as he handed her the wand. 'And also the fact that Thestrals are creatures that can only be seen by those who have seen a person die before their eyes and accepted their deaths. But even if you are bested in a duel Ms. Potter, as long as your enemy does not understand and accept death, your wand's loyalty will remain to you unless your enemy does upon touching it.'

So Sarah waved it and a black shadow descended upon the shop, and both Minerva and Ollivander freaked out when they 'saw Death' embracing Sarah from behind with it's skeletal arms and skeletal head resting on her shoulder.

'Merlin!' they both choked in horror and fear as Sarah appeared unfazed and even glanced at the image beside her and simply said, 'Hello there.'

Minerva fainted and Ollivander had to catch her.

'...Y-you've found your match...a rather unlikely one at that.' Ollivander choked. 'Your wand is associated with Death...so your wand can easily cast Dark Magic but I would not be advertising that if I were you...you will earn many enemies. Enemies who fear your power and enemies who want your power. You will also be hopeless in casting healing magic because your wand reeks of death.' he warned her softly. 'That will be fifteen galleons.' and he took out his wand and pointed it at Minerva, uttering, 'Ennervate.' causing her to regain consciousness.

'...w-what happened?' Minerva croaked as she regained consciousness.

'You have low blood pressure so I suggest you go home and rest.' Sarah told her with a smile. Ollivander agreed with her excuse as Sarah's 'compatibility' could strike fear in just about anyone.

What on earth...is she?

'Oh, Headmistress, I need to buy a few more parchment rolls. I mean, I am going to write a book about humans, right?' Sarah piped up. 'This community needs to be more in touch about humans.' and the only quill she bought, was a Quick Quotes Quill.

xxx

Hogwarts...

'Minerva, how is shopping with young Sarah?' Albus asked his Deputy Headmistress. 'You took a whole day.'

'Well, Sarah has...plenty of complaints regarding our culture and how backwards we are compared to Muggles she calls 'humans'.' said Minerva wryly. 'To the point that she refuses to use quills in favor of pens, whatever they are.' she said. 'She also took up residence in the Potter Manor that she arranged with the goblins and expressed that she will write books regarding Muggles for our students to catch up with the Modern Times. She bought quite a lot of parchment.' Albus Dumbledore's eyes twinkled at this.

'Oho! That will be a thing to look forward to!' he beamed as he clapped his hands. 'And that would cause quite an uproar indeed among the Purebloods it would be amusing to see the looks on their faces...'

'Indeed, that would be a thing to look forward to.'

And Minerva conveniently did not talk about what happened in Ollivander's Shop. Thinking about it gives her the creeps.

xxx

At Sarah's home, still the abandoned building...

She spent almost her entire summer writing her first book, about Muggle Families and how they live, lifestyle and family situations, before writing about Muggle Education. For her first book titled 'Life and Times of Modern Muggles: Families'. It was a quick finish that only took her about three days to write after two days of thorough research in libraries, internet and asking around, as well as snooping on her neighbors. Then she added her own knowledge to it. It was impossible for a normal person to write all that by hand...so she used a computer in the local computer shop and typed everything. She wrote an introduction, table of contents, and disclaimers because people before her in the human world already studied and wrote this before she did and she just wrote because she wanted witches and wizards to understand Human Lifestyle...that, and information in her books are simplified so readers can easily understand topics.

She put in the history of Families, Sociology, Law, Name, Cost of raising a child, Adoption, Illegitimacy, Cinderella Effect, Clans, Consanguinity, Marriage, Divorce, Incest, Domestic Violence, etc as well as how much Wizardkind has in common regarding these topics after a thorough research. On the last page, she wrote that her next book will be about Education. She had gone to the publishing office in Diagon Alley to have her first book published. It cost her a hefty sum off her vaults...about 100 galleons. But should people buy her books, The estimated Cost would be about 5 galleons...meaning, 25 pounds. Not bad. She arranged things with the goblins that the money made from her first book would automatically go to her Trust Fund, and mailed Hogwarts that including the book in the school list should be put in next year.