This is a companion piece to a series of Rise of the Brave Tangled Dragons Hogwarts AU stories I've been writing. For those of you who are interested in reading them, check my page or search, Rise of the Brave Tangled Dragons: Hogwarts, Book One


[Chapter One, Letters From No One/When Will My Life Begin]


"HAH!" cried a young girl as she opened the shutters of her window. The girl was no older than eleven, and had large green eyes, and long blonde hair. Her hair was so long, in fact, that it reached the floor and would trail a good foot or two behind her when she walked. She wore a simple purple skirt with pink embroidery and a well-fitted top of the same color palette. If you didn't know any better, one might think it was a dress.

"Well I guess Pascal isn't hiding out here..." she sighed, pushing her hair back as she turned and walked away. The girl then silently climbed up to the rafters near the window, skillfully tossed a lock of hair out of the still open window, hung herself upside down, pulled her hair up, and cried; "Gotcha!" to the green chameleon, who was now hanging by its tail from the golden lock. It let out a sort of 'Aww,' sound before hanging its little limbs in defeat.

"That's twenty-two for me," she said, leaping down and gently using her hair to place the chameleon, Pascal, on the ledge, "How about twenty-three out of forty-five?"

The chameleon made another noise followed up with a face that seemed to be saying 'Really?'.

"Ok," the girl said, sitting down next to it, "Well, what do you what to do?"

At this Pascal lept up, and using its tail, pointed to the grass below.

"Yeah, I don't think so." she had now placed Pascal on her lap, "I like it in here and so do you."

Pascal stuck his tongue out.

"Oh come on Pascal, it's not so bad in there,"

Seven A.M., the usual morning line-up, she hummed to herself. Humming, she found, was a great way to relieve loneliness and boredom while making her chores so much more exciting. It was also just plain old fun!

Start on the chores, and sweep 'til the floor's all clean, polish and wax, do laundry and mop and shine up! Sweep again, and by then, it's, like, seven-fifteen!

Pulling a book off the shelf she continued,

And so I'll read a book, or maybe two or three! I'll add a few new paintings to my gallery! I'll play guitar and knit and cook, and basic'ly, just wonder, when will my life begin?

Clearly, she had hummed this song before.

Then, after lunch, it's puzzles, and darts and baking, papier-maché, a bit of ballet, and chess, pottery and ventriloquy, candle-making, then I'll stretch! Maybe sketch! Take a climb! Sew a dress!

Once again reaching for the books, And I'll re-read the books, if I have time to spare!

She did.

I'll paint the wall some more, I'm sure there's room somewhere!

Much, much, much too much time to spare.


And while this was going on, in a school not so far away….

A young boy, no older than thirteen, with brown hair and eyes, stood atop the building; which could really only be described as a castle. What, with its tall towers, stone walls, and story tall windows.

"Wow," he sighed, "I could get used to a view like this,"

RIDER, the voice that lived in his head called, Come on!

"Hold on," he said, "Yep, I'm used to it. Guys, I want a castle!"

We do this job, and you can buy your own castle!

For him, having full on conversations with the angry the voice (or two) in his head was completely normal. And, once he (or all three of them) were back on the ground, he continued, "Can't picture me in a castle of my own? Cuz I certainly can!"

Running off into the woods nearby he cheered, "Ah, the things we've seen and it's only eight in the morning!"

Still with no response from the voices he said, "Gentlemen this a very big day!"

He really needed to get out more.


"This is it!" she exclaimed, "This is a very big day Pascal! I'm finally gonna to it! I'm gonna ask her!"

She pulled out an envelope hidden in her skirt.

Ms. Conera

The Tower in the Clearing

A Forest

Conera

Germany

The envelope was thick and heavy, made of yellowish parchment, and the address was written in emerald-green ink. There was no stamp or clue as to who it was form. Turning the envelope over, her hand trembling, she saw a purple wax seal bearing a coat of arms; a lion, and eagle, and badger, and a snake surrounding a large letter H. She sat down at a small table and slowly began to open the yellow envelope. She pulled out the letter and read:

HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY

Headmaster: Tasar Lunar

(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)

Dear Ms. Conera,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.

Term begins on 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 31 July.

Yours sincerely,

Nicholas St. North

Deputy Headmaster

She then took out the second page;

HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY

UNIFORM

First-year students will require:

1. Three sets of plain work robes (black)

2. One plain pointed hat (black) for day wear

3. One pair of protective gloves (dragon hide or similar)

4. One winter cloak (black, with silver fastenings)

Please note that all pupil's clothes should carry name tags.

COURSE BOOKS

All students should have a copy of each of the following:

The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 1), by Miranda Goshawk

A History of Magic, by Bathilda Bagshot

Magical Theory, by Adalbert Waffling

A Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration, by Emeric Switch

One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi, by Phyllida Spore

Magical Drafts and Potions, by Arsenius Jigger

Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them, by Newt Scamander

The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection, by Quentin Trimble

OTHER EQUIPMENT

1 wand

1 cauldron (pewter, standard size 2)

1 set glass or crystal phials

1 telescope

1 set brass scales

Students may also bring, if they desire, an owl OR a cat OR a toad.

PARENTS ARE REMINDED THAT FIRST YEARS

ARE NOT ALLOWED THEIR OWN BROOMSTICK

Yours sincerely,

Tasar Luanr

Lucinda Thomsonicle-Pocus

Chief Attendant of Witchcraft Provisions