Charlotte Potter, The rumored sister of The Boy Who Lived. She never had to sleep in a cupboard under the stairs. No, Charlotte was raised by an old family friend. When she turns eleven she receives her Hogwarts letter and the magic begins. Experience the magical adventures with Charlotte and her friends at Hogwarts!


4. Chapter 4

     Charlotte spent her last two weeks packing and organizing her trunk for Hogwarts. She had never stressed over something like this ever in her life. She had folded her shirts three times in the past five days and had shifted her robes from one side of the trunk to the other. She even forgot her birthday until Remus surprised her with a box full of sweets. “Happy birthday, darling. It should last you all semester, but knowing you it will probably only last a couple of weeks.” He smiled as she tore open a chocolate frog package.

“You’ve only got three more days have you packed everything?” He asked before he sat beside Charlotte on her bed. She nodded as she chewed the chocolate frog. Her truck had been sitting by her door for the past couple of days and she had patiently waited to move it. “I need to tell you something.” Remus said with a more serious tone.
Charlotte looked up towards him as he spoke, “You need to know this before you leave for Hogwarts. People are going to treat you different there; they will try to be your friend, some will do anything for you to know them.”

“Why? Why would they try to be my friend?” Charlotte asked confusingly.

“Because you’re a Potter,” Remus said. “The night your parents died was—was history. They gave up their lives to save countless others, they are heroes. However, they aren’t the ones who stopped Voldemort; it was your brother, Harry.”

  Charlotte was told about Harry when she was very young, it was one of the first things she could remember from when she was a small child. As usual she was not told much about him, or about anything before her life with Remus.

  Remus continued, “Harry stopped Voldemort, he ended one of the darkest times in the world. He survived the killing curse and it destroyed Voldemort, that’s why he’s famous.” He looked at Charlotte sympathetically. “I tried to take you to him one time. I learned where he was living and I knew that James would never forgive me if you two never met… So I took you to that house, you might remember it, you were around seven. I knocked on the door and this blonde headed woman opened it and I told her who I was, but she didn’t seem to hear me she was just staring at you.

“She closed the door quickly and I heard yelling inside. Soon enough a big man with a mustache opened the door and asked me what I wanted. So I told him, I said that I wanted to speak to Harry, but the man just laughed. I saw that thin woman behind him; she looked as if she would faint. A small boy stood behind the man, I knew exactly who he was, it was Harry. He looked exactly like your father. I tried speaking to him but that man pushed him back inside and stepped out from the door. He told me that if I came to that house again that he’d call the authorities and he shut the door.” Remus spoke. Charlotte did remember parts of the story. She remembered seeing the big man with the mustache in the cookie-cutter house but she never remembered seeing Harry. “So just be careful of who you choose to be your friends.” And with that he kissed her hair and left her to her thoughts. Charlotte began to get nervous again before she turned her lamp off and went to sleep.

  The next three days rolled by slowly and the butterflies in Charlotte’s stomach kept growing and growing. It was September first and Remus had taken her trunk and put it by the door right after breakfast. It was very early in the morning and the Hogwarts train left at eleven sharp. Charlotte got dressed quickly into a shirt and skirt and skipped down the stairs as the sun rose through the windows. Four hours later, she and Remus were walking downs the platforms at Kings Cross, making their way towards Platform Nine and Three Quarters.

  “This is it,” Remus said, stopping at the barrier between platforms nine and ten, “You go on, I will be behind you with your trolley.” Charlotte looked curiously at the solid wall, Remus had instructed her how to get through while on their way to the train station and insured her it was safe, but that didn’t stop her from being nervous. She took a deep breath and ran towards the wall. Before she knew it she was on the other side, a sign that read platform nine and three quarters was hanging above her. She grazed the platform, looking at the people and the train. She continued to walk, Remus still had not come; and she walked next to the steaming train. She ran her fingers along the side of the train and, with her mind off reality, she thought of what awaited her at Hogwarts. Finally she hit something—another person; there was a loud clash and when she looked there were books all around her.

  “Hey, watch it!” Charlotte said as she got back up to her feet.

  “I’m sorry; I couldn’t see where I was going.” A boy with light colored eyes said, motioning towards his bag and books that were now scattered on the platform. Charlotte  bent down and picked up a few books and returned them to the owner. “A Beginner’s Guide to Transfiguration,” Mumbled Charlotte as she read the top book’s cover. “This is your first year?”

  “Yeah, yours too I’m guessing?” The brown headed boy said, eyeing her copy in the bag she brought. “Oh! Bryce, Bryce Ghoston.” He said, holding his hand out.

  “Charlotte.” She simply replied as she shook his hand. They stood awkwardly for a couple moments before Charlotte saw Remus with the trolley. “I need to go, see you at Hogwarts, Bryce.” He said bye and Charlotte went to Remus.

  “We only have a couple minutes before you leave.” Remus said, “So you have a good term, and send me loads of owls telling me how your first week goes. I love you.” The train’s whistle blew and he kissed her on her cheek.
“I love you too.” She replied as she and other students began to walk towards the train. She went on the train and looked out one of the windows and found Remus among the crowd. He waved and she waved back then suddenly the train lurched back and began to slowly move forward. She looked out the window until she could see Remus no more. She stepped away from the window and noticed that most of the students had gone into the compartments with their friends. 

  Charlotte walked along each compartment and saw that they were all full or close to it. She passed by one with a pair of twins and a girl with flaming hair along with a dark skinned boy. Each one she went by was full, until she was close to the end and saw the boy from the platform alone in one. She knocked on the door before sliding it open, “Hey, do you mind if I sit in here. There are no empty ones left.” The boy smiled and nodded.

  She put her bag down on the cushion and sat down opposite to the boy. They looked at each other in silence for what seemed like a long time. Charlotte studied his face, he had a thin face and a long, thin nose, his eyes were a bright blue and round shaped, and he had wavy, dark brown hair. “So what house do you hope you’re in?” Bryce said, breaking the ice.

  “I’m not sure, diffidently not Sytherin though. What about you?” Charlotte replied.

  “I don’t know, either. My family has been in Hufflepuff for centuries, so maybe that?” He said.  She could tell by his tone of voice that he wasn’t very keen of being in Hufflepuff.

  “My erm—uncle told me that my parents were both in Gryffindor, and I was told that my brother is too. Maybe Gryffindor wouldn’t be so bad?” She said more to herself than Bryce.

  He scrunched his eyebrows together, “You were told? Sorry for asking, but how would you not know what house your brother’s in?”

“I’ve never met him.”

“Never met him? Blimey, your parent’s never told you of your own brother?”

“They couldn’t…They’re dead.” Charlotte said quietly.

“Oh, I am sorry,” Bryce said. “I don’t mean to be pushy, but Charlotte your last name wouldn’t happen to be—“

“Potter? Yes, it is.” She finished quickly before he could.

“Blimey, Charlotte Potter. It was all true, how fascinating.” He simply said. She didn’t like how he said her name, he sounded as if he had met someone famous, and she was just Charlotte.
They became quiet again, both looking out the window viewing the county side, a little later Bryce pulled out one of his books from his sack and flipped the pages to where he last left off. He sure had a lot of books, Charlotte thought as he picked up another book from his stack and flipped its pages too. “Are you excited about learning spells?” Bryce asked after what seemed like hours of silence.

“Oh, yes. You are too, I expect?” She responded and he nodded. Charlotte opened her mouth to say more but the door swung open by an old, smiling woman and asked, “Anything off the trolley, dears?”
Bryce and Charlotte both go up and went towards the trolley, he bought Pumpkin Pasties and Charlotte handed the woman a Sickle for a box of Bertie Bott’s Every Flavor Beans. They sat down once more and they began eating their sweets. Charlotte picked up a brown one and chewed it, “Blech! Sausage.” Bryce looked up from his half eaten pumpkin pastie and laughed. “Think it’s funny, do you? You try one then.” Charlotte held the small box in front of him. Bryce looked at the beans in the box and took out a green bean.

“Ew, Cabbage.” He said as his face twisted. They both laughed and after a couple hours they sat on the same compartment cushion both eating their last Bertie Bott’s bean. “What did you get this time?”

“Ooh, an Éclair one.” Charlotte said as she chewed and waited on Bryce to try his red one.

“Chili!” He said as he panted and fanned himself. Night fell an hour before and they had both changed into their Hogwarts robes. They were told by an older girl that the train would arrive at the station in half an hour and so they spent their time talking about how nervous they were about the sorting. The train slowly came to a halt and they could hear people leaving the train and loud voices on the platform. The two stepped off and stuck together as older students pushed passed them.

“Firs’ years! C’mon, follow me, firs’ years!” A loud voice boomed across the dark platform. Soon Charlotte found where the voice was coming from, it was from a very large man, the largest man she had ever seen. He was well over ten feet tall and had a long, tangled black beard. Charlotte and Bryce both followed the man along with many other children their age.

“Who is that?” Charlotte whispered to Bryce.

“My older brother told me about him, said his name was Hagpipe or something.” Bryce responded as they both looked at the back of his long, mangy hair.

They all followed the giant onto a narrow path that led to a massive black lake. “Hogwarts is to yer righ’—No more’n four to a boat!” The man said as they reached a small peer with many little boats, many of the students were still goggling over the castle. She and Bryce got into one with a pale girl and her friend. “Forward!” the man said, and the boats zoomed forwards, towards the beautiful castle. The boats stopped at the other end of the lake and Charlotte could make out the silhouette of the castle from its torches and the moon light.

“Everybody out.” The giant called and they all filed out of their boats and followed him to the back of the school. He knocked on the large door three times and moments later a small witch opened it, “These ar’ the firs’ years, Professor McGonagall.”



Hi everyone, I hope you are having a wonderful day!

So I think I'm just going to update once a week bc I'm lazy and haven't written in like a month. I'm also working on something else which will never be published on this website. So I'm kinda sidetracked. I may not even continue this book which is sad bc I was really excited about getting into Years 4-6 for Charlotte. I mean I had fantastic ideas for those years but idk if ill ever get to them. Anyway do y'all even read these? Like if y'all do comment your favorite thing about Christmas. I doubt anyone actually reads these author's notes but it would be nice to see if anyone really does. So bye!

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