The American



January 1st, 1996

Happy New Year? What part of burying my mother is supposed to be happy? How is abandoning my childhood home, to move to a new country across the globe because my mother was murdered supposed to make me happy? There is no happiness left within me.

I don’t even know what I have to do with Death Eaters anyways. Why target my no-maj mother? It did seem coincidental, but I have yet to make the connection. The incident was still very fresh in my mind.

I had just opened up my last gift from my mother on Christmas morning. An emerald necklace with a serpent wrapped around the gem. “Mom! This had to have cost a fortune! I can’t accept this!” I told her. She smiled. “I didn’t spend a diam. It’s a family heirloom. I thought now would be a great time to pass it on to you.”

I smiled. It was a beautiful necklace, but I don’t know what green gems and snakes have to do with my moms family. Maybe it was from my dad. I never met him. My mom said he hasn’t been into the picture since I was a baby, and there were no photos anywhere in the house that could give me an idea as to what he looked like, as I looked nothing like my mom. I had often wondered if I were adopted, or a clone of someone else.

The only thing I knew about him was he was a wizard, and he was from Wiltshire, England.

Mom and I were enjoying our Christmas dinner when everything went dark. I grabbed my wand out of my pocket, I was ready to do what I needed to do, to protect my no-maj mother. She couldn’t defend herself against them, and though I’m only 15, I could certainly try.

“Who are you and what do you want!” I yelled at the masked intruders. It took a minute, but I finally registered who they were. Death Eaters. Why though? Why were Death Eaters here?

“I love you.” Were the last words to escape from my mothers mouth before a bright green light emerged from ones wand, killing her in an instant. They turned to me, taking slow steps, inching closer. I pointed my wand at them, but they disapperated, leaving me an orphan.


I shook my head, snapping back into reality. “You’re doing it again.” Rachel groaned. “Of course she is.” Clayton added. “Her mother was killed in front of her, Rach. You don’t just stop thinking about that.”

“Will you two shut up? It’s bad enough my head keeps replaying that dark night. I don’t need you two fighting in front of me.” I snapped.

I loved my friends, but they knew exactly how to work my nerves. Rachel has been my best friend since our first year at Ilvermorny when we were sorted into Thunderbird, also where I met Clayton, my boyfriend since second year. Thought, I wouldn’t really say we have been dating since then, just constant teenage flirting. We didn’t make things official until the end of my third year, Clayton being a year older.

“Do you really have to move?” Rachel groaned as she was helping me box up my things. I gave her a sad nod. I didn’t want to move away to live with some woman I had never met before, but she was my only living legal guardian that I knew of. I had tried to persuade her to allow me to stay in California with Rachel so I could finish school at Ilvermorny, but she refused to allow it, and insisted I attend a school in Scotland called Hogwarts.

A school that was similar to Ilvermorny, but where everyone spoke with an accent of English or Scottish descent. I was bound to be an outcast for “talking funny”, I can see it now, but I know how to defend myself. After my moms death, I now fear nothing, or no one. “I don’t want to move, but my Nana insists. She said I should have been at Hogwarts from the beginning, but since I lived her, it didn’t make sense.”

My Nana resented my mom for forcing me to attend school in America, but I love Ilvermorny. It’s my home away from home.

We continued to pack up my things. My Nana was expecting me at her home within the hour for dinner. I didn’t want to meet new people. I just wanted more time with my friends.

Rachel’s mother had requested she come home, so she left, leaving Clayton and I alone.

“So, since we’re alone, does this mean I get a goodbye present?” Clayton asked me batting his eyelashes. I grinned. “I’m the one leaving, yet I’m supposed to give you a gift?” I playfully push him away. He laughed.

“Come on, Lo. I won’t see you until summer, and you’re so good at it.” I knew what he was hinting at, and he was right. I wouldn’t see him until summer. I guess I owe it to him. “Fine.” I smirked before pushing him down to the floor kissing him.

“Well, I guess this is goodbye.” I told him while my eyes lingered over the portkey. He kissed my forehead. “I’ll see you in a few months.”

“You’ll write to me, right?” I asked him with pleading eyes. “Everyday.” He smiled.

I grabbed my bags, and grabbed the portkey. I felt my eyes begin to well up. I didn’t want to leave, but I had to.

Traveling only took about five minutes before I arrived in front of a large home. The outer stone walls were grey, with vines crawling up them. The windows were so large, you could see the inside from a mile away. It was beautiful. Incredibly large compared to the standard three bedroom home my mom and I had occupied in California.

I began walking up the stone steps that were gracefully placed into a pathway until I reached the door. If it was just my Nana living here, I couldn’t grasp why she would need a house this big. I couldn’t grasp why anyone would need a house this big unless they had a family of twenty living among them.

I knocked at the door and was greeted by a house elf.

“Hello.” I said to the elf. “I’m looking for-”

“Laurel? Is that you?” I hear a thick, English accent emerge from a woman’s voice inside the home. The elf moved out of the way, allowing me to enter. I was then greeted by a very old woman with short, curly, black hair. “Nana?” I asked the woman.

She stood still and spun around, waving her hands down her body. “In the flesh. I bet you weren’t expecting to have a grandmother to look this good, did you?” She laughed. I wasn’t sure what made her think she looked good, the woman was like 100. No one looks good at that age. “Oh, yeah, Nana. You look great for-”

“97. I’m 97.” She answered truthfully. I was close. “Well, come here, dear. Give me a hug and let me get a good look at you. I haven’t seen you since you were a baby after all.” She hugged me and pulled back, examining my face. “My, you look like your mother.”

I wonder what age you actually go senile, maybe it’s 97. I looked nothing like my mom. She had red hair, and brown eyes, me black and grey, and our facial features were nothing alike. She was tall, and thicker, I was short and thin.

“You’re probably the only person to ever say I look like her.” I laughed. “Really? You’re almost identical to Colette.” She said. I froze. Colette? My mom’s name was Gwen. Gwen Jennings. However, the name Colette rang a bell in the back of my head.

She was my moms best friend.

“Nana, my moms name was Gwen.” Her face froze. Even some of the wrinkles straightened out. “Darling, I think it’s about time we had a talk about your family history.” She spoke. “Fawn, please take Laurels belongings to her room. I’m going to put on a kettle so we can-”

“NANA!” She was abruptly interrupted by a boy, around my age, stormed in through the door. He was tall, and looked very angry. “Perfect timing.” Nana muttered underneath her breath.

“Nana!” The boy yelled again as he approached us. “Why was I just informed that, that awful Umbitch woman will still be at Hogwarts for the rest of the year? I thought we were rid of her! You saw what she did to me.” He went on. I raised an eyebrow. What the hell is an Umbitch?

He turned his eyes to me, scowl still all over his face. “Who the hell are you?” He spat. “Laurel.” I replied softly. “Okay, well do you mind? I’m trying to have a private conversation with my grandmother, and you’re interrupting. I looked to Nana, who was trying to conceal her laughter. “Now, go. Jeez, Nana. You do need to hire help that doesn’t pry.”

“That’s not a way to speak to your sister.” She finally spoke up. The two of us snapped our heads at the elderly woman. “What are you playing at?” He spat, scowl still on his face.

“Theo, this is your sister, Laurel.”

Sister? I have a brother? No way.

“I’ll be right back. You two get acquainted.” Nana said before walking into the kitchen. I stood there, looking at my brother, studying him. He did look like me, but with shorter hair, and more masculine features, but I still neglected to believe it. How did I have a brother. He looked at me as if he was disgusted by me. “What the hell are you looking at?” I finally snapped at him.

“I don’t know yet, I’m still trying to figure out what you are. Are you a bogart?” He spoke. I laughed. “Bogarts don’t speak. I guess Hogwarts is a school for dumb kids.”

He laughed. “Maybe we are siblings.” He said ad a smirk emerged on his face. “Most of the kids at that pathetic excuse for a school are quite thick.” He said in his English accent. “What does thick mean?” I asked.

“Pesky Americans. It means dumb, stupid. What else would it mean?”

I raised an eyebrow. Was he serious? Maybe he’s the one who’s “thick”.

“Theo, Laurel, please join me at the dining table.” Nana said, and we did as she asked. I pulled out a chair next do her, Theo did opposite of me. “Look, this was taken when you were just days old, Laurel.” She hands a photo to me. It was a baby in the arms of a little boy, about one year old. “That’s little Theo holding you. It’s the only photo I have of you two together.” Nana explained. So we are siblings. It just didn’t make sense how.

“Nana, I told you, my mom’s name was Gwen, not Colette. However, my moms best friends name was Colette.” I tried to explain. “No, dear. Colette Nott was both your and Theo’s mother. She died when you were a couple of months old.”

“I’m still confused. How did I end up in the care of Gwen Jennings?” I asked. She sighed. “That’s a story I’ll let your father tell you whenever he returns from his trip, though I expect you guys will be at Hogwarts by then, so it’ll just have to wait for not.”

“She’s going to Hogwarts too? Is this some sort of joke?” Theo scoffed. “I’m afraid not. Where do you expect her to go? Durmstrang is an all boys school, and Beauxbatons only accepts students who are Veela. Hogwarts is perfect. You’ll be there to protect-”

“I’m not babysitting, Nana.” Theo argued. “Theodore Nott you’ll do as I damn well say. Now, go finish packing your things. We have an early day tomorrow.” Nana said. Theo rolled his eyes.

“Fine, but only if she’s sorted into Slytherin.” He agreed.

Nana smiled. “Do you really think she’ll be sorted into any other house?”

A/N I’ve been doing research on the traveling by portkey situation between countries, but I couldn’t exactly find an answer that I liked, so we’re just going to pretend that it doesn’t take super long. The same with writing letters as birds couldn’t exactly travel across the ocean to deliver. I did read that mail could be apparated, or travel by floo, or portkey as well, so again we will just go with that.

Also, I know Durmstrang isn’t an all boys school, and Beauxbatons accepts all students as well. This is just how I wanted to write it in my story, so please don’t attack me.

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