Yer A Witch, (Y/n)!
It's been a few days since you got back to the Orphanage, and you've noticed Ms.Thornberry has been receiving and sending an usual amount of mail lately. She also seemed to be a bit more chipper as well do to them.
Breakfast had just finished, and you and a few other of the children were helping Ms. Thornberry clean up. You were carrying a large stack of plates over to sink. The stack was wobbling precariously, and you had trouble seeing where you were going. You almost tripped at one point, but Ms.Thornberry was quick to rush over.
"Oh! Careful there dearie!" She called out worriedly, and she helped to balance the stack of dishes.
"I got it, Ms.Thornberry!" You reassured her.
"Now, we talked about you biting of more then you can chew. Don't push yourself too much dear. Let me help." She scolded you gently, taking the top half of your dish stack from you.
"Sorry, Ms.Thornberry." You apologized sheepishly.
The two of you took the plates to the sink, where a couple other children were washing dishes. Free if your piles, Ms.Thornberry turned you.
"Thank you dear. Would you mind getting the mail the for me?" She asked.
You nodded, and made your way out of the front door of the orphanage. You made your way through the courtyard, and out the front gates. The mail box was right outside, and you opened. A stack of letters sat insidem you reached in to grab them. As soon as your hand touched the letters, darkness blinded your vision. Your head became fuzzy, an an image of an old man with a really long beard. Suddenly you heard a voice calling your name, and teg the image faded. All at once your mind cleared, and you were back at the mailbox, the stack of letters in hand.
"Is everything alright dear?" Called out Ms.Thornberry.
Startled, you flinched, and quickly turned around. She was standing just inside the gates, a worried look on her wrinkled face.
"Huh?" You breathed out, a bit disoriented still.
"You were taking quite a while, so I came to check on you dear. And you were just standing there, like in a trance. Did something happen?" She ask concerned.
"Uh, Just dizzy I guess." You lied akwardly.
She narrowed her eyes a bit, not entirely believing you.
"Well if you're sure. Take it easy for a bit. Don't want you fainting on us, dearie." She suggested kindly.
"I will. Thanks, Ms. Thornberry." You said with a nod.
You handed her the stack of letters. You noticed a familiar name on the top letter, a name that's been on quite a few letters lately. Albus Dumbledore. She was quick to usher you back through the gates, and inside the orphanage. You decided to head back up to your room, and rest up like advised.
You felt a little guilty for lying to Ms.Thornberry, but you didn't want to worry her when she already worried enough about you. And besides, you didn't even understand what happened yourself. Just another of the stange things that always seemed to happen around you.
Time passed, and it was now evening. You had spent the day in your room reading. The few books you had were well worn, but the one currently in your hands was newer. The Johnson family had gotten it for you as a welcoming gift your first week there. It was a Natural Geographic Animal Encyclopedia. It had photos and information on 2 500 animals. It's become one of your favorite books, and you've only reached the letter K so far. You reading was interrupted by a knock on your door.
"Come in." You called out.
The door opened to a smiling Ms.Thornberry. She seemed eager, with an excited spark in her eyes.
"You have a visitor, dearie! He'd like to speak with you about an exiting opportunity for you!" She explained excitedly.
You tilted your head curiously, and placed your book down next to your spot on the bed.
"A visitor...?" You questioned confused.
You'd never had a visitor before. Only the occasional interviews with a family interested in adopting you. You suppose that's what this is. She's just never introduced any of them as a 'visitor', but always as a 'potential family'. If anything, it's her wording that confused you the most.
"Yes dear. I'll let you two get acquainted, while I start on supper. Call if you need me, dearie!" She told you cheerily.
She disappeared from the doorway, heading back down to the kitchen. It was silent for a moment, before a tall man entered the doorway. He had a long silver beard, wise blue eyes, and seemed quite old. Old enough to make Ms.Tornberry look like a kid. Before you realized it, you were already speaking.
"Woah... You're old. Like ancient old." You spoke absent mindedly.
The man quirked his head at your blunt observation, before giving a small nod.
"Not quite ancient yet, but older than most." He concurred.
"And how is your beard so clean? Don't you get lots of things caught in it with how long it is?" You continued to question bluntly.
"All you need is a good hair care routine and a quality brush." He stated confidently.
Before you could as more questions, he nodded to your desk chair.
"May I?" He asked.
You simply nodded. He took a seat in the chair, and you faced him from your position on the bed.
"Who are you, anyway? Are you here to adopt me?" You asked curiously.
"I am Albus Dumbledore. And no. I have not come to adopt you, but rather to simply talk." He said calmly.
You were slightly disappointed, but got over it soon as you recognized the name.
"Oh! You're the one sending all those letters to Ms.Thornberry!" You exclaimed.
He gave you a small smile, and nodded.
"Yes. She's told me much about you. She tells me a lot of strange things happen around you." He said, carefully examining you.
Your eyes widened a bit in shock, and you began feeling more shy. You fiddled with your hands, and avoided eye contact.
"O-oh. She told you about that? Did you come here because I'm in trouble? Dose Ms.Thornberry want to send me away?" You as nervously.
He shook his head.
"You're in no trouble, I'm sure. But I would like to know more about these strange happenings." He gently reassured you.
You looked up a bit at him, feeling a little better but still uncomfortable.
"Well, sometimes things break and shatter out of nowhere. My hair will grow really fast, and sometimes things change colors. My bed even lit up on fire once. And... Sometimes people around me get hurt..." You rattled on uncomfortably, your tone saddening near the end.
He now seemed very interested, his eyes seemingly boring into your soul. He leaned in closer, eyes squinting.
"And when these happen, were you angry, or sad, or scared?" He probbed deeper.
You took a moment to think about it, before nodding.
"Uh huh. When I'm sick too sometimes, or when I'm really excited." You added shyly.
He nodded, seemingly confirming his suspicions.
"People like you, people like me, are different." He said.
"Different how?" You asked, growing more curious.
"We are born with the gift of magic." He said with a twinkle in his eyes.
You were baffled and very confused.
"Magic? You mean like the street magicians?" You asked.
"No, real magic." He clarified.
"But Magic's not real. Everyone says that." You tried to reason, not fully believing him.
He suddenly gained a mischievous smile, and sly look in his eyes. He held out his hand palm up, and all of a sudden a ball of flame appeared. The fire hovered just above his palm, your eyes widened like saucers in utter awe. You were transfixed by the flame, and subconsciously reached out to touch it. You fingers went through the flame, and to your amazement, the fire didn't burn you. As soon as it was there, the flame disappeared as Dumbledore closed his hand. You both returned your hands to your side. You looked up at him witg a wide smile, all shyness and uncomfortable feelings gone.
"That's amazing! It's real! Magic's real! What else can you do?! Oh, can you fly?! Wait, you said I have magic too, right? How? Why?" You excitedly rambled question after question, leaning in closer.
He gave a small chuckle at your amusement, and gestured you to calm down. You did sheepishly, sitting back again.
"You will learn all about magic at Hogwarts. You will learn how to use it, and how to control it." Said Dumbledore.
You tilted your head.
"What's Hogwarts?" You asked curiously.
"It's a school of magic, for young witches and wizards like yourself. I'm the headmaster there." He explained.
"I get to go to magic school?! And learn magic?! I can't wait! Wait... Dose Ms.Thornberry know about the magic? Will she let me go?" You started to get worried at the end.
Dumbledore gave you a bit of a stern look.
"Unfortunately, our world must be kept a secret. For all our safety's. I have told Ms.Thorberry that you were accepted to our boarding school, on a special scholarship. She's already given her approval for you to go, but the decision is ultimately yours. But whatever you decide, you must keep our existence a secret." He explained firmly.
You nodded calmly.
"I understand. People don't like things that are different. I heard they used to burn witches cause they used magic. I'll keep it secret, really. And I really really do want to Hogwarts!" You said resolute.
He gave a nod, and a small smile.
"Then you'll be needing this." He said simply, pulling a letter out from his cloak.
"What is it?" You asked, as he handed the letter to you. It had your name on it.
"You're Hogwarts Acceptance Letter of course. It will explain the rules and what you need for your first year at Hogwarts. I am pressed for time, so I must be leaving now. Hagrid, a trusted friend of mine, will visit you soon to help you get your things in order. " Exclaimed Dumbledore, as he stood up from the chair.
As he began heading to the door, you called out for him.
"Um, I have one more question." You asked.
He paused, and turned back to you with a raised brow.
"Um... I can see things sometimes... In my head." You said, tapping your head.
You observed him.
"And I think I saw you this morning... When I touched your letter for Ms.Thornberry. Is that kind of thing normal, for people like us?" You asked a bit hesitantly.
He regarded you curiously.
"It is an innate talent a some posses. To get visions. It's something I'm sure you'll learn more about at Hogwarts." He explained.
You nodded.
"It was nice meeting you." You said, with a small wave.
He gave you a smile, with a somewhat nostalgic look in his eyes.
"Yes. It was good to meet you again." He spoke wistfully.
You tilted your head confused.
"Again?" You questioned.
He gave you a mysterious smile, and a wink. He then left the room, disappearing out the doorway. This was just the first of many mysteries you would encounter in this new world of magic.