Chapter 10
~Ella pov~
Dumbledore announced that the Forbidden forest and third corridor are expressly forbidden unless you wished to endure a long...foul...torturous death.
That peaked my comedic interest.(A/N~Ik Wednesday Adams vibes)
I wondered if wizards had a sense of humour.
I mean surely they wouldn't let anything dangerous into the school...
Then again...let's not talk about the fact that I demolished a bathroom about an hour earlier.
So on that fun note he ended his speech and said "Lets eat" and the most mouth-watering,delecious and tasty food materialised before me.
I was stunned.
Gotta love magic.
I didn't know where to begin.
Ron was the complete opposite as he greedily stuck his fingers in the first entrée of food and piled it on his plate.
He looked at the food with crazy wide-eyes,as though he had been starved for weeks.
It kinda freaked me out...let's just hope he's not secretly a cannibal.
"Who's that?" Harry asked another red haired boy , who looked like an older version on Ron ,as he gazed at the staff table.
His eyes fixating on the one sat next to who I assumed was my dad who had greasy-looking bkack hair and a long nose.
He looked straight at Harry before turning his face once more towards Professor Quirrel...the man who may in fact be my biological father...the man who...abandoned me on a doorstep of some stranger's home eleven years ago.
A part of me wasn't even sure if I wanted to meet him.
I mean he didn't want me when I was born.
Why should I have to lisen to his arbituary excuses now?
His eyes focused on the person seated next to Quirrel.
"That's Professor Snape" he replied back to Harry before continuing "He's the potions master at Hogwarts but everybody knows that it's the dark arts he fancies."
After the feast Dumbledore announced that we were to follow our head-prefect to our House Common Room.
Our head boy was Ron's brother ,also named Percy.
Huh...I'll know a Percy at both schools.
Unlike Percy Jackson ...this one in my opinion didn't look half as cute.
'Stop it Elena'I chided myself,you literally just met that boy.
My thoughts then drifted to Harry...He was also kind of cute.
Then I realised they had similaritiesboth having messy dishevelled brown hair...and green eyes...although they were different shades.
Harry's was a dark emerald green....I had never seen eyes like that ...it felt like I was looking at a pair of bright sparkling jewels that you would buy at any local jewellery store.
Percy's eyes were mesmerising...and every time I looked at him...I felt safe...calm...relaxed...taken care of.
Sea-green has that calming effect.
Harry's made me feel courageous, cunning...and enticed...like it was egging me on to solve the mystery buried deep behind them.
Like a vale or shadowy cloak...the mystery felt obscured...like there were secrets he held back.
I shivered.
Ugh secrets. Well I have more than enough experience with secrets.
Three names. Three continents.
At this rate I should become the next James Bond.
I wonder what Dumbledore wants to talk about.
Maybe it has to do with my father?
I felt Professor Mcgonagall's eyes burning into the back of my head and shot her a glance...to which she looked away.
Why does she have such a worried look on her face?
Was it just my imagination...or was she staring at me?
Why would she stare at me?
Did I have food stuck in my teeth?
Was my hair unkempt?
Did I not perform the proper protocol that your supposed to engage in when in the wizarding world?
Was there even a proper protocol?
I messaged the temples of my head.
All this stressing is giving me a headache.
It feels so weird...everybody here ,except muggle-borns are already immersed into this wizarding world .
They were raised into it...surrounded by friends,family and strangers just like them.
I wasn't even a muggle-born.
Actually...I had no idea what I was.
All of a sudden I felt this sense of isolation...almost as if I were the one puzzle piece that didn't fit into this school.
I didn't know if I was a muggle-born,a half-blood,a pure-blood but I felt like some weird creature destined to live the rest of its life alone in isolation.
"Keep up first years!"Percy yelled from the front , keeping charge and snapping me out of my thoughts.
I looked to my left to see Harry staring at me .
His eyes laced with concern.
He put his hand on my shoulder..sending more slight electric shocks up my spine.
"You okay?"he asked .
I nodded ,and gave a slight smile.
Then I shook his hand off and continued forward.
Percy and the rest of the first years stopped in front of a huge painting with a big lady.
It took me a moment to realise that the paintings looked almost...life-like.
"Fortuna Major" Percy said and the woman rolled her eyes...oh my word...they are actually moving.
I love magic!
The Portrait swung open revealing what I assumed was the House Common Room , the floor was adorned with red and gold rugs ,there was a fireplace in front of a big cozy couch, with two sets of staircases (one going left ,one going right)
"Girls dormitories to the left , boys to the right" Percy announced .
I saw some girls headed up to their dormitories...others lingered in the common room...looking harry up and down.
I felt a low-burning sense of rage just bubbling below the surface of my rib-cage.
Was I jealous?
No.
Couldn't be .
I literally just met this boy today.
Same as with Percy at Yancy Academy.
"Seriously," I chided myself.
In South Africa I never thought about other boys because I had...Brian...who ended up betraying me...which I'll admit didn't feel good...it made me feel numb for a little while actually...but ultimately I'm glad it ended the way that it did.
He and I were such different people...different hobbies...different interests.
It was bound to happen sooner or later.
Harry was staring at me...a puzzling expression on his face.
"Whats with the look?" I asked confused.
He chuckled and then said in a low whisper "You're cute when you space-out"
I felt my entire face turn red as I looked at Harry...unsure how to respond.
The Ron came and grabbed Harry's arm...yanking him towards the stairs.
"C'mon Harry , lets go look at the dormitories!"
Harry shot Ron an annoyed look but Ron was unfazed as the scrawny ginger pushed Harry up the stairs unperturbedI guess Ron is stronger than he looks.
Suddenly I remembered Nearly Headless Nick's message , that I was to meet Dumbledore...and quite possibly...my own father.
I went out the Common Room and ran down the steps until I reached Dumbledores offices (which some ghost named Peeves helped me find...as he was unscrewing a lit lightbulb...clearly up to mischief)
I got to a statue of a griffin and said "Sherbet Lemons"( Peeves told me it was the password) and the griffin turned slowly revealing a spiralling staircase going upwards.
I marched up the steps until I got to a door of what I assumed was Dumbledores office and knocked.
I heard a "come in" and walked inside to find Dumbledore,Mcgonagall,the Hat , and- the breath caught in my throat-...my dad.
"Julia," Quirrel said and went to wrap me in a hug but I side-stepped out the way.
He left me.
He abandoned me .
Now he thinks he gets to play "happy-father-of-the-year" not a chance.
A flash of hurt crossed Quirrel's face as he stepped backward looking at the floor.
Awkward.
Dumbledore cleared his throat "We have a serious problem Julia."
"Your telling me...do you know how much child support this dude probably owes me?" I retorted.
McGonagall shot me an apprehensive look.
The hat then decided to put in his own two cents.
"Julia...this isn't about you and your father ...when I got placed on your head during the sorting ceremony...I sensed a darkness around you...almost like you were cursed."
I looked around the room confused.
"Like literal cursed or figurative cursed? Because like I just found out I was a witch today"
Professor McGonagall picked up the hat and stalked towards me very slowly and said "Julia I know you don't know what's going on but this is for your own good" and tackled me , where I fell to the ground ,my vision encased by swirling darkness...
~McGonagall Pov~
Shortly before talking to Julia ,Dumbledore and I spoke to Quirrel about her mother...after all the girl had to know where her roots came from.
I was shocked when I found out who...or should I say what the mother was...this should never have happened...this upsets the rules of nature...her mother was given a love-potion and so was Quirrel...
Julia is half-witch, and half demi-god.
Which means she would need even more protection.
Then I had to get back to the bigger task at hand...the fact that it looked like she was cursed.
Honestly, it doesn't surprise me...it has always been their way...like what they did to poor Medusa.
Punishing people for their mistakes...even if it were for something so small.
Julia came in , and I grabbed the hat and slowly stepped towards her "Julia I know that you don't know what's going on but it's for your own good" as I tackled her ,putting the hat on her head as Dumbledore did a curse-search spell on her.
I expected that it was her mother who cursed her.
After all their kind is pretty cruel to their kids...putting them in life-threatening quests...monsters from Tartarus after them...fighting for their lives day in and day out.
Hogwarts is the safest place for her…sure we have creatures...but because of the Hogwarts Protection Spells... no monsters of that calibre can get in.
Suddenly Julia started rising, a dark masculine voice started speaking "Pathetic magic-dwellers...you brought this on yourself!" and the lightbulb next to my head shattered as her body went limp...from Dumbledores hand grew a little light...in the shape of a trident.
Quirrel's face looked horrified as he rushed to check on his daughter as she slowly came to...
Dumbledore said with a shaky breath, "Unlike what we expected, she has not been cursed by her mother, but she has been cursed by Poseidon, the God of the seas."