Experimenting With New Ingredients: OC-centric Potterverse Stories
The first time I heard the word ‘Hogwarts’ and it actually registered, I was fifteen, halfway through my second apprenticeship, and I sat down very hard. For almost a full hour. Then I ‘ported to my mother’s place. She took one look at me and steered me to sit down in the kitchen, shoving my head between my knees till she could get me a compress and a mug of sweet tea.
“What did you Remember?” she asked.
I made vague groaning noises and tilted my head up enough to gulp some tea. Where to begin? “I remembered a book,” I said haltingly. “In the book. There was a school. The school was called ‘Hogwarts’ and they taught magic. It was an adventure series, centered on a boy and his friends. I loved the books. Devoured them. I had forgotten.”
“Why are you so upset about Remembering this?”
I pulled the compress from my face. “Mom, Hogwarts is a real school here.”
Dianella Lily Dursley was born on August 1st, 1978.
This was, on the whole, something of a surprise.
After all, her parents, Vernon and Petunia Dursley, had married only eight months prior. They had not, in fact, ‘jumped the gun’ as the unladylike ladies and uncouth gentlemen of Harthdown Court supposed. Dianella’s birth was premature and as such she spent the first few months of her life in hospital. By the time she was released, early on the morning of November 13th, 1978, her parents had moved to a smaller, kinder neighborhood, her father had earned the third in a series of promotions that would allow him to support his growing family in the style he’d always dreamed, and her mother had reconciled with her estranged sister.
This was, in some respects, even more surprising than Dianella’s birth.