Claire is a brilliant witch, a quidditch prodigy, has a loving family, and a promising future. When she borded the Hogwarts Express, she worried that her family's fame would outshine her true self. However, being Harry Potter's classmate made a big...
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Dear Reader,
Thank you for your interest in my story, I hope you enjoy it as much as I have enjoyed creating it. I have created several OC's for this story and each has an important part. They are essential to the plot and idea I am writing, they all have a purpose and we will find out what those purposes are as the story progresses. This is a George Weasley love storyBUT this tale goes beyond that, this is the story of Claire and her life In, Out, and After Hogwarts!
This story is based on the characters J.K.Rowling created from the world of Harry Potter and all credits of those characters and the magical world belong to her.
I do not own anything apart from:
My OC's, Claire and her Family's storyline are of my own creation.
(P.S. - The cast will remain the same throughout the story but new characters will be introduced throughout the years Claire is at Hogwarts. Don't worry they'll be an updated cast list before each year with the new additions.) _________________________________________
{Year 1} Chapter One: Hogwarts Letter // Diagon Alley
➺➺➺ 7 Years Ago
"Come on, Claire! You can do it," My mother encouraged me with a big smile on her face.
"Open your eyes darling, don't be afraid,"
I finally let her hand go and opened my eyes slowly. In front of me was the emerald vase my grandmother had given to her on her wedding day, it was such a beautiful decoration with lots of sentimental value, that only added to the pressure I was feeling on my shoulders.
"That's it, now slowly place it back. Think you can do that?" My father motioned his hands, telling me not to drop the vase.
It was levitating and I tried my best to put it back on the table without breaking it. Slowly, the vase touched the wooden table, successfully landing.
"That was great, sweetie!" My mother happily exclaimed, "Now enough for one day. It's time for bed," She pulled my covers up to my body once I was in bed.
"Goodnight love," Her soft lips kissed my forehead.
"Goodnight mummy," I said, "Goodnight daddy,"
"Goodnight Claire," My dad turned off the lights and shuffled my hair gently.
They both left my room after checking on my sisters who shared a room with me, closing the door behind them.
I was worn out, I had been practising controlling my newfound magic. My parents were thrilled once I started showing signs of it, they helped me in every way they knew how.
