Hope Mikaelson Goes to Hogwarts

Chapter 1: The Day Everything Starts

Hope's POV:

The summer is hard. Harder than it ever has been. When I got back to the Burrow after the year ended I contemplated opening Dumbledore's letter, but decided against it. I guess, I think, if I read it, everything will become real. He'll be gone for good. 

The letter also might contain news about his search for a way for me to get home. He could have found one. Thing is, after everything I've gone through in this world, do I even want to go home? I may have my biological family there, but here I have another family. 

I have Harry, Hermione, the Weasleys, Lupin, Tonks, Neville, Luna, the rest of the Order. All these people who have taken me in as their own. I would just be leaving them behind. I put off reading the letter until today. July 27th. 

Today is the day everything starts, and I need to know what Dumbledore's last words are to me. I sit on my bed in mine and Ginny's shared room, legs crisscrossed on my bed as I stare down at the envelope, toying with it in my hands. 

Finally, with a deep breath, I open it, scanning the contents of the letter. A lot of emotions hit me at once. Confusion, sadness, a bit of anger, and...hope. Before I can even think to do anything else the door opens softly. It's Hermione. "Everyone's here. We're about to leave." I nod. 

I quickly stuff the letter under my pillow before following Hermione down the stairs to the main room, grabbing my jacket along the way. As sad as I am that I haven't been able to be with Harry for most of the summer, I know it was the right decision. 

I needed time to figure out what to do next and how to cope with all theses new emotions running through me. Well, not new, more intense is a better description. I've felt grief and anger plenty in my life. I a Mikaelson and a werewolf. 

I mean, those things come with the territory, but after Dumbledore's death all I felt was nothing. I was completely numb. I would have thought I turned off my humanity if I was a vampire. But I'm not. 

I'm still mortal, and no one can lose as much as I have without eventually just losing all sense of purpose in their life. Several questions have been haunting me these past few months. Actually, they've been haunting me since Cedric died. 

The first person in this world to die that impacted me personally. Questions no one should have to ask themselves. The main one being, is it worth it? Is all this loss and heartache worth it in the end? I have yet to figure out that answer. 

When Hermione and I reach the living room everyone turns to look at us. Well, more specifically me. I've basically tuned everyone else out since I returned. It's understandable. I get it. But I'm not about to let them go get my soulmate without me. I need to ensure he's safe. 

If anything happens to Harry... I don't even want to think about it. Moody gives me a questioning look. "You sure you're up for this Mikaelson?" I put a determined look on my face, jaw clenched. "Let's do this." He nods and turns to everyone. 

With that everyone heads out to the front where all the brooms and the motorbike is waiting. I quickly grab my broom and climb on. I'm going to be invisible as I fly beside Harry and Hagrid tonight. It'll give me more mobility to protect them. 

On Moody's signal we all take off into the night. The fly to Surrey isn't as bad as I thought it would be, but it's not short. Soon we're pulling up to his house. Number 4 Private Drive. I've never been here before. It's strange to think about that.

In all the years we've known each other, I've never come here. I guess he knew that if I met either his aunt, uncle, or cousin, I would curse them. He's not wrong. They deserve a bit of suffering for what they put him through over the years. Especially before he knew he was a wizard.

I'm the first one off my broom as Hagrid and I march up to his front door. As soon as we reach it the door swings wide open, revealing none other than Harry James Potter. The first smile I've put on in months breaks out on my face.

His face matches mine as I run into his arms, throwing them around him and holding him tight to me. When we pull away I pull him into a long awaited kiss, smiling into it. Everything finally feels like a semblance of normality. When we pull away he has a go, hugging everyone else.

"You're looking fit." Hagrid says. "Yes, he's absolutely gorgeous. What say we get undercover before someone murders him." Moody says, pushing his way through the front door. I glare at him for it, but obviously he doesn't care. We all walk into his empty family room.

His whole house is empty. "Kingsley, I thought you were looking after the Prime Minister." Harry says, confused. "You are more important." Then Bill and Fleur walk in. "Hello Harry, Bill Weasley." "Oh, pleasure to meet you." He shakes his hand. Fred and George walk in behind him.

"He was never always this handsome." Fred teases. "Harry." Fleur grins, hugging him. "True enough. I owe it all to a werewolf, name of Greyback. I'm lucky it looks this good. Hope fixed it up for me the best she could." He says, grinning at me.

"Well you're still beautiful to me William." Fleur says, kissing his cheek. "Just remember Fleur, Bill takes his steaks on the raw side now." Lupin says as him and Tonks enter. It's nice to not be the only werewolf in the room, even if Bill isn't really one, he still exhibits a few of the traits.

It's refreshing to not feel so out of place. Technically speaking Lupin and I are the same. Werewolf, Witch/Wizard hybrids. "My husband the joker." Tonks grins. "By the way, wait till you hear the news. Remus and I-" "Oh, all right! All right!" Moody shoves through, cutting Tonks off.

I smile slightly. The best bit of news I received this summer was for Lupin and Tonks. Tonks is pregnant and they want to make me and Harry the godparents. I was shocked at first. I understand Harry being the godfather as his father was one of Lupin's best friends, but why me?

Apparently all those nights I went out with Lupin on the full moons helped him significantly. He'd never been around another werewolf, let alone an alpha, and his wolf became easier for him to manage when I was around.

He was also hoping that if their child turned out to have lycanthropic traits, I would be there to help him if he needed it. Even if he doesn't, Lupin knows that I'll always protect their son. "We'll have time for a cozy catch up later!" Moody yells as he makes his way to the front of everyone.

"We've got to get the hell out of here, and soon. Potter, you're still underage, which means you've still got the trace on you." "What's the trace?" Does he seriously not know what the trace is? I've talked to him about it numerous times.

"If you sneeze, the ministry will know who wipes your nose. The point is, we have to use those means of transport the trace can't detect. Brooms, Thestrals, and the like." Moody explains. Harry nods in understanding.

"We go in pairs. The way, if anyone's out there waiting for us, and I reckon there will be, they won't know which Harry Potter is the real one."