Chapter 1
I stare at my student transcript as I stand in front of my new high school. I have just transferred to Hogwarts this year. I was sure I would be left alone for the rest of the term. Taking a deep breath, I strode through the gates, through the hall, to the cafeteria.
I could barely take in the astounding height of the room, the ceiling was wondrous, and the walls are decorated with banners and suits of armor. But as soon as the doors opened, the room went silent. You could hear a pin drop. I flush red as a rose, and everyone’s eyes focus on me. “Umm…” I say, where’s Professor Dumbledore’s office? A pretty girl in blue answers, “Down the hall, the second right.”
I awkwardly bob my head in thanks. Half walking- half running out of the great hall, sound returning behind me.
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“... sixth year?” Professor Dumbledore asks. “That’s you?”
“Yes sir.”
Dumbledore smiles delicately, “Your grades from your other school are outstanding. We’re so glad to have you here.” I flush, embarrassed at the compliments. I wasn’t used to them. At my old school, I was bullied mercilessly about my knowledge and studiousness.
“Of course, you’ll need to be sorted into your house first.” I was aware of this. At my previous school, we were sorted into houses at random, like all schools in England. Professor Dumbledore rises from his chair, his rich red robes swishing as he strode, and disappears into a doorway.
As soon as his back was turned I let my fake smile crumble. I didn’t want to be here, hell, I didn’t want to be at school, but this school had been recommended, who was I to turn it down-
“Here we are!” Dumbledore says. He held an old-looking hat. It looked almost like a witch’s hat, ugly, sure, but charming.“What’s that for?” I ask cautiously. I was deathly afraid of getting lice in my hair.
“To sort you into your house, what else?” He says that like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.
While he said that, the hat began to shift in his hands, more and more until it formed a sort of face, mind you, it was only eye sockets and a cavity for the mouth.“What's wrong dear? You’ve gone white as a sheet,” he asks, concerned.
“It-it moved”
“Well, of course, this is a school of magic.”
Magic magic magic magic
The word echoed in my head. And then I-
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My eyes crack open, seeing a hazy silhouette. “Wha- what happe-”
“Shhhh,” said the silhouette, it was male, with a husky voice, but still smooth as chocolate. “You hit your head and fainted,” he breathes, “Professor told me to look over you until you were ready to come back.”
“O-oh, I’m sorry for causing you all this trouble.”
Still blurry, he let out a harsh laugh, “It's not like I do much anyways”
I shifted in the bed and tried to sit up “What do you mean, are you a student?” His warm hands brushed my skin as he helped me sit up. “As if, I’ve been trapped for years, only coming of my curse in rare pockets, only when Professor Dump-Truck needs something.”
I froze, “curse…. Magic?”I clutch my head, “nononononononono.”
Alarmed, he says “Is it your head!? Are you okay?”
“It wasn’t a dream” I whisper. “Magic is real”
“Wait- YOU DIDN’T KNOW????”
“SHHHH!!!” I clap my hands over his mouth. He bites my finger.
“OW! YOU FERAL ARSE! WHAT’S WRONG WITH YOU?”
“ME???? YOU-” he quiets his voice. “You enrolled at a school of magic without realizing it.”
~to be continued~