Chapter 3
After successfully doing magic on my first try, the days seemed to go by fast. I spent as much time as I could get away with trying to do more spells. The issue was, I barely remembered any. And the few I did, well not like I would attempt casting an unforgivable on a squirrel.
Sure, I had my magical books but they all went really hard on the using your wand method and not so much on the waving your hand in the air like its on fire way... But everyone has to start somewhere!
So far I'd managed little things like making a leaf float, lighting a match with my mind, or changing the color of a beetle. Kinda lame to be completely honest and if I wasn't so excited I'd rue my future as a party magician in the making.
With all the excitement I kinda forgot how muggleborns were introduced to the magical world.
Coming home from the library and finding McGonagall sitting on my couch talking to my "parents" was a shock. For one heart stopping moment, I thought the Jehovah's Witnesses had gotten to the Grangers. So you could imagine my delight when it turned out to be someone who could show me legit magic (not just my paltry party tricks performed in the shed in the dead of night)!
"Hello Miss Granger. My name is Minerva McGonagall, deputy headmistress of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I am here today to discuss your admission this coming school year. After all, you will find that you, yourself, are a witch. Capable of performing acts of magic like myself."
With that she pulled out her wand, intoned a little nonsensical latin phrase, and turned the T.V. remote into a live mouse. Which then proceeded to scurry off towards my new parents, who were sat frozen stiff with shock. Taking a quick peak at their pale faces I started to appreciate how good the Hogwarts pr team really was. After all, I imagine they dealt with a lot of heart attacks with this manner of introduction.
Did this lady really just blurt out that magic was real and proceed to cast some freaky voodoo within the first minute of meeting me? Like damnn woman let a girl breathe. I had only barely gotten over the Jehovah's Witness scare and suddenly you're turning our only remote into some disease carrying rodent? Not to mention letting it scamper around free range in our living room?
Mildly mourning the loss of the tv, I glanced up to see the stern looking woman examine me with a shrewd gaze.
'Ok.' I thought. 'Time to impress my future loyal fan.'
Internally calculating my reaction, I let my features drop their look of shock and adopt one of awe as I turned my cute face just so, in order for the light to catch my eyes.
"That was amazing!" I gushed. "Turning an inanimate object into a living being! I've never managed such a drastic change."
Looking shocked she spoke, "You're saying you have cast magic with intent before? Not on accident?"
"Oh yes! Since discovering I had this power, everyday I have managed to change something small in my environment, look!"
With that, I leaned down to pick up a flower from the coffee table. Choosing an unopened lily bulb, I clasped it between both hands and concentrated. Within moments the petals had opened up to reveal a beautiful bloom.
Smiling up at McGonagall, I gave off my best angelic aura as I held out the lily for her.
You see, I had chosen this minor display of magic very purposefully.
1.) Theoretically, it wasn't anything impossible for a gifted, or maybe even child genius, muggle born to do.
2.) In no way shape or form could transfiguring a flower have evil connotations. Remember the aesthetic people! Golden Hour Golden Princess™️. Plus, I was so not trying to be the second coming of Voldemort. Talk about poor taste.
3.) Lastly, this was the perfect bit of magic to make me look cute and butter up the strict teacher. I mean who could resist a cute as a button girl gifting you a beautiful flower. And not just any flower mind you. It might have been coincidental on my part, but I'm sure she was reminded of another young witch of the same name who the wizard world had martyred.
Taking the flower, a slightly shocked McGonagall mumbled in mild awe, "What beautiful magic."
Quickly regaining composure, she looked me straight in the eyes as she said, "I expect to see great things from you Miss Granger. Perhaps you might even find yourself in my own school house."
Looking straight back, I couldn't hold in the bright beam that encompassed my face.
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After that whole fiasco, the Grangers had been a little more strict with me. Being dentists, I assume they were very logical folk and raised their daughter to be the same. The whole magic thing kinda threw a wrench in their plans. And the personality change didn't help. So no more trips to the library, AKA secret rendezvous to the magical world.
I knew they loved me, or who they thought I was anyway, but I could tell they were a little freaked out. Probably hurt as well truthfully. After all, I didn't exactly hide from McGonagall that I had known I had magic for at least a while. And I'd failed to show them the results of any of my experiments.
But it's not like I really knew the Grangers. For all I knew, a couple magic tricks here and there and I'd find myself with a one way ticket to the nearest church, a la exorcism style. So excuse me for hurting their feeling over not sharing this major life development with them.
Ok. I'll admit I did feel a little guilty.
Alright, the guilt was eating me alive!
So I started my super secret plan, 'Make the Grangers Happy Again Yay.' The name could use some work but let me tell you, that sucker was no joke. Within days, I had wormed my way into the hearts of Hermione's parents. I was the apple of their eye. My slightly scary and maybe freaky magic, just became another accomplishment only their genius daughter could do.
What did my master plan consist of you may ask? Well I basically stopped running to my room and away from them every opportunity I got. And spoke more than three sentences a day at home. And started reciprocating the physical attention Hermione's parent freely gave out.
Damn, just call me a genius already.
Regardless of my methods, the results spoke for themselves. Your home girl was given back her freedom! Thats right baby, my top secret magic girl adventures were back on!
Not that I'd been left bereft of the magical world. And thank god for that or I would have gone through withdrawals, seriously its like flying first class, once you go black you never go back.
-Anyway, the Grangers and I had already 'explored for the first time' the wizard world together and gotten my school supplies for the coming term in mid July. With my goal of freedom finally reached, I would be able to enact my last planned excursion.
You see, today was July 31st, and a certain someone would theoretically be in Diagon Alley with Hagrid for the very first time. With my newfound freedom, I could imagine no better place to be. I mean it's Harry Potter come on! Time to meet my childhood idol and finally put that burning question to rest. Does real truly recognize real?
And so with great anticipation, I walked through the bricked wall entrance to the wizarding world.