Introductions to Wizard World

About 32% of foster kids are maltreated, I was one of those kids, I am one of those kids. About 10% of foster kids are neglected and not cared for, ignored I guess you could say. I wish I was but unfortunately I am a part of the 6% that is physically abused. But somewhere by the grace of God I was never one of the 4% who were sexually abused, and that is what keeps me positive.

Since I was a baby I was given to the foster system after they found me by the front door of their fire station. Because the people who chose to bring me into this world said 'never mind' and left me outside next to a door. But at least they bothered to wrap me in a nice blanket to keep me warm, maybe they did care a little because if not for that blanket that cold winter night I would have died.

Foster care, the place where kids find their families... What a load of bullshit. At least in my area of options.

From age...1! to age 11 I've held myself up high and pushed through life as if something good will come out of this. As if all of these hardships will give me an 'I'm sorry' present and I will be happy forever.

That the bruises and cuts, the malnutrition and overwork, the things gifted to me will all go away and leave me with beautiful life with only sunshine, and not the darkness of my closet. Because if you know you are at your lowest, there is only one way to go, and that is up.

And that's what happened... I hit my low.

And all I got was as simple as a letter, a letter directed specifically to me, Olivia Kimberly, 'To the Room at the Highest Floor'. As if the attic was my own personal residence and the house it sat on was nothing but a mail box.

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, at first I thought it was my foster wardens playing a trick on me. Then I realized that none of them had a clue and made fun of me saying I wrote it to myself. Then I internally punched myself for ever thinking they would fake a letter to me...

In the end I packed my bags, which was just my school book-bag with the addition of clothes and bathroom essentials. I permanently borrowed money from my foster peoples safe which I kindly opened by dropping it out of the apartment window. It was a very cheap safe...

So now I am on my way to Kings crossing with a book-bag of; school books I also permanently borrowed from my school, clothes, bathroom needs, snacks, water bottle, and in the zipper pocket on the inside $1,482 in cash.... Yea, they had a lot in that weak safe.

You might be asking...Why would you go to a school of magic when it is not real? It could be a fake advertisement for kids so they can steal you and sell you or something...

You're right, it could... But something is telling me to trust this, out of my whole life this letter is strangely trustworthy, as if it is the only real thing in my life. So I took my chances and packed my bags... Nothing can be worse than my life now... Right?

Was their a school list?... YesDo I have money for the items?... Sure?Do I even know where to get the items?... NoDo I even know where this school is?... NoDo I know where 9 3/4 Platform is?... NoIs there anyone who could help me answer all of these?Yes, that is why as soon as I get there I am speaking to the principal to figure out tuition and why the hell I was sent this letter. . . .

My feet were tired from the miles I walked, the money being saved for school related items, which meant taxis and busses were a emergency purchase only. Now I am tired, hungry, sleepy, and above all tired of people.

With my 11 years of a 'loving family' I learned some great social skills...Like how I love social isolation, I hate asking for help, hypersensitivity to physical contact, easily upset, aggressive at times, low self-esteem, and the obvious eating and sleeping problems.

My life is conflicting upon its own self, because through all of this I came out as an self-hating weak and useless girl who also acts like she is a bitch in the most confident way. A façade I learned to make to perfection over the years, sometimes I believe it.

But anyway... Back to my messed up life currently...

I'm in a crowded train station after a long journey on foot. And when Miss Grumpy gets to a train station with many people Miss Grumpy gets a headache and storms through the crowds to find the 9 3/4th platform. But when Miss Grumpy can't find it she mentally breaks down and starts to tear up with a mix of anger and helplessness.

"Are you lost?" A woman came up and smiled at me.

I stepped back, putting my façade back up. "I'm looking for 9 3/4th." I said in a strongish voice and wiped my tears.

The woman smiled. "Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry?"

My eyes widened. "It's real?" She nodded, I smiled and relaxed. "Do you know where I can catch the train?"

She nodded with a kind smile. "I will take you. Percy and the twins are returning but my youngest son is also a first year." She turned around and looked around until she caught eyes with a boy. "Ron, come here." She waved him over and looked back to me. "What's your name sweetie?"

"Olivia Kimberly." I moved my bag on my shoulder more as I watched the boy walk over with full cart of luggage.

The woman smiled. "I'm Mrs. Weasley. Where are all of your school supplies? And your parents?" She looked around.

"I don't have any."

She looked down curiously with sadness. "You don't have any supplies?"

I held up my bags. "I have my clothes with me, I have no parents."

Her face fell. "Oh sweetie." Her hand moved forward in probably a loving way but I moved back. "I... I'm not going to hurt you."

(I know... You are nice, I can tell.)

The boy finally arrived. "Mom we have to go." The ginger boy pleaded to his mother than looked at me. "Hello, I'm Ron." He smiled.

Mrs. Weasley looked at the time. "Oh dear." She looked at me. "We have to go, come one." She walked away, the boy followed with me next to him.

Ron walked next to me as he pushed a trolley. "So, what's your name?"

I looked at him. "Olivia."

He nodded. "Is this also your first time?"

I raised a brow. "Obviously." I deadpanned, best way to not show weakness is through a cold front. Learned it from the group homes.

He looked away. "Have you gotten your school supplies yet?"

I furrowed my brows. "Do you need glasses?" I held up my bag. "You think a book bag can carry everything on that list?" I raised a brow in question.

Ron shrugged. "With everything I've seen I wouldn't be surprised." I frowned, Ron looked away. "Don't worry, you'll see."

(That didn't help my nerves at all... thanks.)

"Same every year!" Mrs. Weasley exclaimed. "Packed with muggles."

I looked to Ron. "What is a muggle?"

"Muggles are what we call people without magic." I nodded.

"Platform 9 and 3/4th this way." We followed like a train with Mrs. Weasley as the conductor, a younger girl at her side.

One of the twins slowed down. "So you new to this?" I nodded, he smiled. "Oh, you'll love it. I'm George and the less handsome one is Fred."

I raised a brow. "How can he be less ugly? You're twins." (Other than their height difference.)

George smiled. "Guess you have to find out." We slowed down and the oldest aligned with a wall. "That Percy." Percy ran between the 9 and 10, straight through the wall.

My eyes widened. "Oh, that's..."

"Fred you next." Mrs. Weasley waved Fred over.

"Yea." George moved forward. "He's not Fred I am."

I rolled my eyes. (Are all twins the same with that game?)

Fred played along. "Honestly you call yourself our mother." Fred walked up and stood at the ready like Percy did. "Just kidding mother. I am Fred." He ran in followed by George.

"Excuse me!" A boy I didn't see before walked over to Mrs. Weasley. "Could you tell me..." He said sheepishly.

Mrs. Weasley smiled kindly. "How to get onto the platform?" The boy nodded, she smiled. "Not to worry dear it's Ron and Olivia's first time too." Ron smiled and I nodded to the boy. "Now all you have to do is walk straight at the wall between the two platforms. Best do it at a bit of a run."

The boy aligned himself and ran though, Ron went next, then I walked up. "Just walk?"

She nodded. "Do not be afraid."

"I'm not afraid." I defended, she smiled. "Just walk." I cleared my throat and walked fast into the wall, a second of darkness and I was on the other side.

"Well come on." I looked to see Ron waiting for me. "We can't be late." I walked with him, a beautiful train sat in the station with Hogwarts Express painted on it. "Don't worry you will never get use to it."

I smiled. "I don't think I ever could." (If I stay that is. I never stay anywhere for long.)

We walked over to a man who took Ron's cart, Ron turned to me. "Want to leave your bag with him? It will end up in your room when you are sorted."

I shook my head. "I like to hold on to my belongings."

Ron nodded. "Let's go find seats then." Ron walked onto the train and I followed. "Blyme it's packed." Ron gasped, and he was not wrong at all. The train was filled as if there were more students then seats. "Come on, let's go further."

I kept myself as far away from others as possible while keeping my deadpanned and strong demeanor on as we walked through the small pathway.

Ron popped his head into a doorway. "Excuse me. Do you mind? Everywhere else is full." I looked in to see the boy from earlier and relaxed at the familiar face. He said something with a smiled and Ron walked in, I followed. "I'm Ron by the way. Ron Weasley."

I sat down. "I'm Olivia Kimberly."

The boy smiled. "I'm Harry. Harry Potter."

Rons eyes widened, I raised a brow. "So... It's true? I mean do you really have the. The... the scar." Harry smiled and pushed back his bangs to reveal a small scar. "Wicked."

(What's so special about a scar that small? I got scars bigger than that and they weren't fun to get.)

A woman walked up with a cart full of candy. "Anything off the trolley dear?" She smiled

"No thanks." Ron held up a squished sandwich. "I'm set." He frowned.

Harry looked at the lady. "We'll take the lot." He pulled out gold coins.

My brows furrowed. "What's that?"

"Oh right. You need to learn about those now." Ron pipped up. "Wizarding money comes in three denominations: bronze Knuts, silver Sickles, and golden Galleons. There are 29 Knuts in one Sickle, and 17 Sickles make up a Galleon."

(And there is the downfall. I rose up getting here and now I'm falling again.)I frowned. "I'm going to go to sleep. I traveled far to get here and I want to rest." They nodded, I moved to the corner, far away from them and moved the bag as a protective barrier on my front.

The woman started to unload the trolley to Harry's bench. "Kids these days." She chuckled and left.

I fell asleep from my tired body and overwhelmed mind.

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