Disclaimer: I own nothing! Just my original character
A/N: so this is my first Harry Potter story, so go easy on me. The story idea has been running in my mind for months so I finally decided "what the hey" just write it down and see where this goes.
Master Professor
Chapter one
Mia nestled in the balcony chair, holding a cup of hot lavender rose tea to calm her mind before going to bed. The night had been crisp, wafting different smells of foliage in the air and sending harmonious sounds of night creatures to her ears. The late evenings had always been her favorite time of the day, so peaceful and calming, than its morning brother who invites chaos into the day. This had been the first time she had ever had a true day off from her studies since the winter holidays eight months ago, but even then she had lessons. She gazed deeply into the fire watching the flames dance rhythmically, before becoming dazed in thought. Once she had shown her magical abilities at the early age of one, Mia traveled with her caregiver Mrs. Azgrid, to various countries between the muggle and wizarding world. Every few months they would stay with a different witch or wizard who had taught her subjects from both worlds. Histories, literature, languages, mathematics, sciences, the knowledge went on and on day after day till she perfected it to memory. When Mia wasn't reading, she was taught how to meditate in order to control her mind and thoughts to preform wandless and non-verbal spells. Mia got her hands dirty, growing and caring for a garden, so she could learn various plants for potion making, a subject she came to respect and enjoy. Every moment of her time was dedicated to education; even Mrs. Azgrid filled her time with lessons of how to be a proper lady of royal standards.
The moon was bright tonight; Mia inhaled deeply before letting out a long breath. So this was relaxation, she mused to herself. She would enjoy this moment, before the lessons would start up again. It wasn't as if she disliked her education, she enjoyed it, craved the knowledge and wanted to learn more.
A month had passed, since she had received her acceptance letter to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, while she was staying in Australia. Mrs. Azgrid had explained to her that she no longer would be traveling around getting her education, but Hogwarts was a type of boarding school she would stay at for the next seven years, with children her own age. Mia frowned at the thought of her being a child, she didn't seem to think she was, but then she never grew up around any children, just adults. Mia had written back accepting the letters request of attending, while Mrs. Azgrid, wrote to her guardians.
Mia stared down at her empty cup of tea, and set it down on the silver-glass oblong table, before getting up and stretching. Grabbing the empty cup she made her way down stairs, passing a long corridor filled with family pictures of her guardians.
She mentally noted a new portrait. The man looking regal, with his long platinum blonde hair tied back, with a slight smile across his face. His wife, a beautiful woman with ebony black hair, streaked with blonde, tied up in ringlets and strings of diamond adorned her hair, smiling while her hands were placed on their son's shoulders. Mia frowned at the woman's son, whom was a carbon copy of his father, only with short hair.
Dragon, she thought with disdain, before moving on and freeing her thoughts of the boy.
She knew that there were photos of her with her guardians, but she had always felt there was something that was different about her and them, so she never called them her family.
Opening the kitchen door, she found house elves busying themselves with their duties as she put the mug in the sink. Mia knew if she started washing it, the house elves would take sudden offence to it. She had learned quickly, at a young age when a house elf started to wail and scream, and started to punish itself. Her wizard host explained to her that a house elf takes pride in caring for their wizarding family, and if their masters had to lift a finger to do something, they feel as if they were a failure. Mia had cried apologizing to this little female elf named Lilo and told her that she had been doing a wonderful job in caring for her and telling her not to hurt herself anymore. Mia was very independent, but when she was near a house elf, she would submit to letting them help her with only minor things. Sometimes she preferred the muggle world.
Hearing the nine o'clock chime, Mia stifled a yawn and headed to bed. Tomorrow would be a busy day, she would have her lessons and her guardians would arrive early mid-morning, coming back from Paris on vacation. Her quiet week had come to an end.