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A/N: Chapter 2 is finally up!  As usual, anything you recognize is not mine.

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Chapter 2:   I Am Just Me… Aryela Porter

I couldn’t believe my first year at Hogwarts was almost over. I started at Hogwarts a year late due to a delay in my magic appearing, or at least being noticed by those who mattered. I also haven’t figured out why the Sorting Hat put me in Gryffindor because I don’t really consider myself brave. In fact, I am quite the opposite.  The only people I know here to any degree are my professors and roommates. I have 5 roommates; Rose and Heather (the bookworms), Jamie, Alice, and Lilac (the gossips). I’m probably closer to Rose than any of the others because we have some stuff in common and she’s kind of a “Mother Hen” type and has spoken up for me a few times, which saved me a lot of unnecessary grief.

Professor Longbottom told all of the 2nd year Gryffindors to write an essay that is due before the end of term. The topic of this paper is “A Deep Look Inside of Me,” or something like that. It is supposed to help us decide which elective class to take next year. At this point, I’m just thankful that I caught up to my class quickly and will be starting my 3rd year at the same level as everyone else. Needless to say I haven’t started my essay yet and  I don’t really care what elective I take since all of this magic stuff is still relatively new to me. My life in the muggle world was quite different for the most part….except in the one way I wish it was.






I had a relatively normal childhood. Well, as normal as can be since I was the daughter of a movie star. I love my mom more than anything in the world. She is a wonderful mother who has always been there for me when she could and always took such great care of me. I know I am really lucky to have her in my life.

My mom, Mimi Porter, is indeed a famous actress in the muggle world. There is also one thing that sets her apart from the others in her field…..she is deaf. She had been acting professionally for about 5 years before finding out that she had a hereditary disorder that would eventually cause her to lose her hearing. She was diagnosed at age 25 and it took about 5 years for her to completely lose her ability to hear. By the time I was born, she had been deaf for two years. I grew up in a combination deaf/hearing world and was fluent in both English and Sign Language. When I was a child, I loved going places with my mom. That is, until I began looking like her…

When I turned 10, I noticed that I resembled my mom more and more.  At first I thought it was awesome because she is a beautiful woman. However, that awesomeness quickly faded when I noticed random people constantly looking at me. It made me feel uncomfortable, but at the time I let it go. However, as my mom became more famous and my physical appearance resembled her more and more, things got much worse for me. You see, the ONLY thing that made me physically different from my mom (other than age, of course) was the fact that I could hear.

By the end of my 6th grade year (I had just turned 12), it had gotten to the point that I couldn’t leave the house go about my normal day without constant interruption. I was always being mistaken for my mother, resulting in being asked for numerous autographs, photos, and generally not left alone. It wasn’t until I’d respond to some random noise (which my mother would NEVER have heard) that these idiots would finally realize their mistake (as if my tellingthem over and over wasn’t convincing enough!). They would then walk away mad and I finally got my solitude, until the next time it happened. This daily routine was my life….until the magical letter came.

When Professor McGonagall came to the door, I didn’t really know what to say. I never realized that I had caused all of those “random” noises using accidental magic. She said that accidental magic is usually caused by extreme stress and that made sense because it only happened when I wanted those annoying people to leave me alone. Obviously I wasn’t the only one who hadn’t noticed that I was doing accidental magic because my letter to Hogwarts came a year late. The Professor apologized for this and told me that I had a bit of catching up to do, but any extra help would be made available to me if I needed it. I was grateful for that.

The one thing that I remember most about Professor McGonagall’s visit was that my mom’s deafness hadn’t fazed her at all. Before she even spoke to my mom, she waved her wand and a tiny sign language interpreter appeared out of thin air next to her shoulder. Then, as she began speaking the figure immediately began signing without delay, as though it was reading her mind as well. As mom replied in sign, the figure began speaking. It was amazing!! I wished I knew how to do that. It would’ve made the last few years so much easier for me. Mom seemed to think it was pretty cool too.

After the meeting with Professor McGonagall, I was so excited and hoped that I would finally meet people who had no idea who my mom is and I could finally make some real friends. All that anticipation and excitement was squashed during my first trip to Diagon Alley however….

The trip started out great.  I met a very large man named Hagrid who took me through a wall and into Diagon Alley. The place was breathtaking and well….magical. The first place I went was Ollivander’s to get my wand. It took several tries, but I finally found a wand that chose me. It was made of cherry with a unicorn hair core. It was quite beautiful in my opinion.

Thinking the hardest part was over, I went to Madam Malkin’s to get my school robes. The place was packed so I decided to get the rest of my supplies and come back later. A few hours later I headed back to Madam Malkin’s with my arms full of school supplies, a trunk, and an owl cage. As I passed a store called Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes, I heard what sounded like a popping noise. The noise wasn’t loud by any means, but I turned around anyway to see what caused it. When I turned around I saw everyone else covering their ears and wincing in pain.

As I was standing there wondering how wizards could be such pansies when it came to a simple popping noise, someone came running up to me. When they started speaking, I just sighed and thought, here we go again…

“Wow!!  It’s Mimi Porter!! Can I have your autograph? I’ve seen all your movies! You’re so awesome! I didn’t know you were a witch!  That’s so cool! Wait until I tell my friends!”

“I am not Mimi Porter!” I replied, disgruntled. “I am her daughter Aryela. Mimi is not a witch, I am. Now, will you please leave me alone so I can finish my school shopping?”

The girl took one more look at me, scowled, and left. I sighed and resumed my walk to Madam Malkin’s, hoping I wouldn’t have to deal with that again today. The robe shop was empty by the time I returned, so I was helped immediately. I paid for my robes and went to find Hagrid so he could take me home.
 
I still had a few weeks before I was to leave for Hogwarts on September 1st. I was happy to have a reason not to go out in public. I had lots of reading to do so that I wouldn’t be any more behind than necessary when I got to school. By the time August 31st had arrived, I felt much more confident as far as book smarts went, but was a little nervous about the practical parts of spells. The next day mom took me to King’s Cross Station. I said our good-byes at the car and I told her I would send my owl to her with a letter as soon as I was settled in.
 




The ride on the Hogwarts Express was uneventful, much to my liking. I ended up sharing a compartment with one other person, a boy I think. I had no idea who he was. I think the only thing he said to me was, “Do you mind if I sit here?” I responded with “No, go ahead.” I might have glanced up at him briefly then, but I don’t remember.  I must have dozed off at some point because I heard someone say that it was time to get our robes on. Looking up from my book, I noticed that it was dark outside and I was once again alone in the compartment.

After exiting the train, I spotted Hagrid and he told me that I would be riding in the boats with the 1st years, but then one of the Professors would be taking me aside to sort me first. Sure enough, when the boats pulled up, Professor Longbottom was standing there and told me to come with him.

He led me into a room with a weird looking hat on a stool. He explained to me that it was a Sorting Hat and that its job was to place me in a house. That house would be where I would live while I was at Hogwarts for the next six years.

 I sat on the stool and the Professor placed the hat on my head. I nearly fell off the stool when the hat began speaking to me.

“Hmmm…..you are a tough one. You have many qualities that will enable you to be successful in any house. But wait…you do seem to have many traits and feelings in common with another student I sorted last year. I believe I will put you in the same house. Yes…..better be……GRYFFINDOR!”

Professor Longbottom took the hat off my head and said, “Welcome to Gryffindor House! I am Head of Gryffindor House so please feel free to come to me with any concerns or questions that cannot taken care of by our Prefects.” Before I had a chance to ask what a Prefect was, he opened a door that led to an extremely large hall. After reading my book all summer, I had to assume this was the Great Hall. He directed me to the Gryffindor table and then left to tend to the 1st years.

As I walked over to the table I could feel several pairs of eyes watching me. I was used to this, seeing as how my mom is so famous, but I still hated it. ‘Why can’t people just mind their own business?’ I wondered.

When I arrived at the table I found a seat at the very end near the back of the hall. I sat by myself and watched the 1st years get sorted. Following the sorting, massive amounts of food appeared on the table. I don’t think I’ve ever eaten so much in my life, and it was all so good! While I was eating I could hear mutterings of different conversations, but since I was not included in any of them, I focused on eating the delicious food.

After the food disappeared, Professor McGonagall made a few announcements and then directed the Prefects to show the1st years up to the dormitories. It was then that I learned that Prefects were 5th and 6th year students who wore a badge and whose job was to help new students. Since I had no idea where I was going, I went with the Gryffindor 1st years and our Prefects up to Gryffindor Tower.

The Gryffindor common room was quite a sight to see. It was very cozy and warm. Looking around the room, I was sure I would be able to find a small nook in which to hide myself when I needed privacy. After receiving directions to the 2nd year dormitory, I headed up to my room to meet my roommates.
I walked into the dorm and noticed there were 6 beds. ‘Great,’ I thought, ‘So much for privacy.’

Soon after I found my bed I heard talking and then the door swung open. I looked up to see five girls all looking at me strangely; like I had crashed some private party or was invading their space.  I just smiled and greeted them.

“Hello. My name is Aryela Porter. I am starting at Hogwarts this year as a second year…”

“Wait….did you say Porter? Are you serious? Is Mimi Porter your mom? You look just like her,” asked the girl with wavy light brown hair.

‘Great, here we go again,’ I thought and just smiled and nodded.

“Great Merlin!  I can’t believe it! We have a celebrity in our dorm! Mimi Porter’s daughter…how awesome is that! Having a movie star for your mom must be so cool!!”

“I tried to tell you guys who she looked like but you wouldn’t listen to me!” shrieked a girl with long blondish hair.

“Do you think you could get me an autograph? I’m a HUGE fan of Mimi Porter! Wow, wait till everyone hears about this! I’ll bet all of the muggle-borns at Hogwarts know who your mom is!!” the girl with wavy light brown hair stated.

As I was struggling to catch my breath and regain my composure after the sudden onslaught of questions a girl with long red hair spoke up.

“Why don’t you leave the poor girl alone?  I’m sure she’s just as exhausted as the rest of us. Plus, you’ve been bombarding her with nonsense and haven’t even had the courtesy to introduce yourselves to her! I mean really…have you no tact?”  “My name is Rose Weasley,” she said. “I do apologize for their insensitivity.”

“I’m Lilac McLaggen,” the girl with the wavy hair said. “I’m sorry I got too excited.”

“I’m Jamie Creevey,” the girl with the blond hair said. “It’s nice to meet you!”

“And the other two girls over there are Heather Wood and Alice Longbottom,” Rose stated pointing out the two girls already getting into bed. 



 

 

I nodded and waved to the other two girls who politely waved back and then shut their hangings around their beds. I then told the others it was nice to meet them and that I was really tired and would see them in the morning.

I climbed into my bed and pulled the curtains. ‘Privacy at last,’ I thought, although I had a feeling that those other girls weren’t finished talking about me, my mom, or both of us. I sighed heavily and lay down on my pillow. 





I was relieved that only two of my roommates were muggle-born. The other three didn’t initially understand why I was bombarded with questions that first night. However, the next morning they seemed to understand just how famous my mom is in the muggle world. I’m guessing there are famous wizards as well, so maybe that’s why they understood. I really didn’t know. All I knew was how thankful I was to Rose for standing up for me that first night .and getting all the questions to stop.

After that first night, life in the dorm was okay. The other girls didn’t really talk to me that much, other than about classes or my mom. As time went on, I began to realize that they were never going to truly include me in their group. This surprisingly didn’t really bother me. I was never one who enjoyed gossip or anything like that and gossip seemed to be the main source of entertainment for those girls since they did it all the time. The only one in the dorm who never participated in the gossip (other than me of course) was Rose. However, I only ever saw Rose hang out with people who I assumed to be her family because they all had the same fiery red hair.

The next morning after breakfast we all got our class schedules from Professor Longbottom. I followed my roommates to class since I had no idea where I was going. The only thing I did know was that I had to somehow learn all of the 1st year curriculum as well as the 2nd year stuff in order to catch up. I had a feeling I was going to be spending a lot of time in the library, as soon as I located where it was. It took me about a week, but after that I pretty much knew where every place where I needed to be was located. The rest of the semester I spent all of my time studying, reading, or out flying on a broom by myself.




 
Around Thanksgiving time I had to go to the hospital wing following an accident that occurred in Potions class. I was okay, but Madame Pomfrey discovered during that examination that I am going deaf the same way my mom did. Needless to say I didn’t take the news very well. In fact, I hated it!  Madame Pomfrey, Professor Longbottom and Professor McGonagall are the only ones at Hogwarts who know this deepest secret of mine, and I am actually kind of glad they do.


 

They haven’t shared my secret and they don’t treat me any differently than they did before. Plus, Professor McGonagall taught me a spell that I could use to help amplify sounds in my ears just like a muggle hearing aid, only better because you can’t see anything. This spell made things a lot easier for me during my classes and stuff.

However, I know that it will only work for a little while because I have the same disorder as my mom. My hearing will not get any better. It will only get gradually worse until it is eventually all gone. The idea of being deaf doesn’t really scare me. I’m already fluent in Sign Language thanks to my mom. I am however extremely bothered by the fact that the one and only difference between me and my mom will be gone forever. That is the one thing I am dreading more than anything.
 




A quick glance up at the clock brought me out of my trip down memory lane. It was now 8:45 and our class had to have our essays completed and report to Professor Longbottom’s office by 9:30. I quickly took out some parchment and a quill and wrote my essay:
 


 

A Deep Look inside Me by Aryela Porter



 

 

When I look deep inside myself all I can really see is a girl whose deepest desire is to be unique and not constantly compared to someone else. No matter what world I’m in, I am always the “clone” of my famous mother and I hate it!



 

 


Please don’t misunderstand…I love my mom more than anything in this world. I just really want to be known as me, Aryela, and not “Mimi Porter’s daughter.” I also wish there was someone out there who would like me just for me and truly understand how I feel.





As I was writing probably the shortest essay I’ve ever written, I had pretty much decided that I was going to choose the elective that the fewest people from my class were in. That would at least give me some sort of uniqueness since I wasn’t just following the crowd.

Deep down I was hoping that if I had already made my decision then the essay I wrote wouldn’t need to actually be read by anyone. I really didn’t want Professor Longbottom to read my essay. It’s hard to put my true feelings in an essay for someone else to read because, unless the person reading it truly understands the feelings that are written, then the whole assignment is pointless, and  I don’t think there is anyone on this planet who truly understands how I feel at this moment.
 




I walked down to Professor Longbottom’s office with my completed essay and still hadn’t made my decision yet. As I got closer, I overheard my roommates talking about their choices. Lilac, Jamie, and Alice were planning to take Divination while Rose and Heather were planning to take Arithmancy. There were other mumblings from the other Gryffindors and I never heard anyone say anything about Ancient Runes. Realizing that if I took Ancient Runes I could be by myself, I made my decision in that instant and was very happy about it. I would finally get at least some peace during the school day.

Unfortunately, my choice isolated me from my roommates even more than I already was. Now, instead of being forced to listen to their gossip, I became the subject of it, and it unnerved me more to see them whisper, look at me, and continue as though I wasn’t there. I was so thankful that I was going home tomorrow.

Professor McGonagall gave me special permission to use my amplification spell during the summer so I didn’t have to go through the nightmare of using muggle hearing aids. I was very thankful for that because the spell worked much better and didn’t need batteries. All I had to do was cast it every morning when I woke up and it lasted all day. The best part was…nobody knew what was really going on, and I liked it that way. I was determined to keep my one trait that separated me from my mom as long as I could.

 


 
 

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