What would you say if someone told you that there was a fifth house at Hogwarts? Maybe you're even thinking, we would know about this house. Well you can't know unless you have been sorted into this house. It is called Perlussa house.
There is a house at Hogwarts that only those who have been sorted into know about and of course the teachers. Special enchantments have been put over anyone sorted into this house so that as soon as they enter the Great Hall no one can see them from the other houses. They can see them between classes because no one has to know who they are. The sorting hat never mentions this particular house in its song but it does shout it out for only those who sit at the Perlussa house to hear. As soon as the sorting hat yells out the house everyone else in the Great Hall forgets that the student had even been called up.
Why can't these students be seen? It was a decision made only four years after the school opened. There was a new teacher who came that year who seemed to notice something about certain students. Something that other students noticed and these students were teased terribly for it. These students are students who are barely magical. They have magic in their blood but they can't do it properly. They are nearly squibs, but aren't since they can do magic. People look down on these people possibly even more than they do squibs. It is often hard for them to get jobs. Which is why Professor Perlussa talked to the founders and the decision was made to make a fifth house. A house to keep these students safe from shame from the other students. Although Salazar Slytherin didn't want these people in his school along with muggleborns but maybe you already know that story and why the founders broke up. (Except for the nearly squibs being mentioned of course)
This is a different story though. This is the story of a muggleborn girl sorted into Perlussa. If you have more questions about this house it would be best to read the story as most questions are answered along the way.
I sat at the kitchen table feeling lonely, in a months time I would be starting at a new school all by myself. I had recently turned eleven years old and I was dreading going back to school. I would have to go back to everyone teasing me again. Everyone from my Elementary school was going to the same school I was going to. They knew there was something strange about me and would no doubt tell anyone who became my friend that I was strange.
As I ate my breakfast I heard someone knock on the door. Sighing I guessed it was one of the kids pranking again I went to the door. Every morning the kids knocked at my door and then ran away. I could always hear them giggling in the bushes. I didn't know what could be so strange about me. I looked like most eleven year old girls I believed, I had short brown hair and brown eyes. I was the same height as most girls I knew my age and I wasn't overweight. I didn't think I was particularly pretty, but I wasn't abnormal looking. Maybe it was the strange things that I did. Once I had made a toy set on fire after someone had thrown it at me. I didn't know how I had done it since I hadn't even touched it.
I opened the door and this time oddly enough someone was there. A stern looking elderly woman was standing at the doorstep. She was wearing really strange robe type clothing. She smiled down at me and I wondered who exactly she could be.
"Are you going to let me in?" She asked after I stared at her for a few minutes.
"Oh um sure." I said.
I stepped back and allowed her to come in, still staring. I wondered if this was the babysitter my parents had mentioned. They didn't really like me staying home alone while they were at work so they told me a baby-sitter would be coming this week. I didn't like this because I wanted to first of all meet the baby-sitter and secondly I didn't think that I needed a baby-sitter.
"Would you like a drink?" I asked her as I led her into the kitchen.
"No that is quite all right. Where are your parents? I think they should hear this as well." She answered.
"They are work." I answered. "Didn't they send you over?"
We sat down at the kitchen table and I watched as she pulled out several pieces of strange paper from her pocket. I didn't think I would like this baby-sitter at all. She looked like she was a former grade school teacher and I wondered if she would set me to work with the strange paper that she had.
"This will make it very difficult indeed." She said. "But I can return when they are around to discuss this. First of all, allow me to introduce myself. My name is Minerva McGonagall I am a professor from a school called-"
"I thought you looked like a teacher." I interrupted.
She sighed and gave me a stern look. "Please do not interrupt me. Now as I was saying I come from a school called Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. You have been invited to study there if your parents agree to let you go."
"Er- did I hear you correctly?" I asked. "I thought you said Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."
She gave me a small smile as if she was expecting me to be confused. I was sure my parents wouldn't let me go to a school that had a name like Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry they were very firm believers in good education. I doubted and so would they that this school would get me far in life. I could only imagine trying to apply for a job and having the interviewer laugh in my face when they found out which school I went to.
"Yes you heard me correctly me Ms. Henson. You are a witch. The school I come from will help you learn to control your powers and help you later in life to pursue a magical career. You will go for seven years if you have permission." She answered.
"Ah I see." I said finally understanding what was going on. "Who set you on to this? I don't mean to be rude but don't you think this is a bit childish for someone your age to play such a joke? Tell your grandson or daughter to quit bothering me."
"No this is not a joke Ms. Henson and I do not appreciate your rudeness." She answered angrily. "Now, tell me something Ms. Henson have you ever done something that you didn't quite understand how it happened when you were angry or scared?"
I stared at her a moment and thought back to the time when I had just started the first grade, when the students began their teasing. I was colouring a picture of what I had done over the summer with a red marker when a boy snatched it out of my hand.
"Hey!" I said. "I was using that."
"I need it only for a minute." He said.
"No! Give it back now!" I yelled.
The marker suddenly flew out of his hand and began drawing all over his face before landing back on my desk. I was just as shocked as he was but he started to cry. The others around me were scared of me and not too much longer I was called Freak of Nature. A lot of other strange things happened after that and I looked at the woman who was now smiling at me.
"And this school wants to take me in Mrs. McGonagall?" I asked. "Does it detect the magic? I always wondered why I did strange things."
"Your name has been written down since birth." She answered. "There is a quill that writes down magical students names in a book every year when they are born. I would like to know when your parents will be home so we can discuss this matter further. I will give you your acceptance letter and your list of school supplies to show to your parents. I will then answer any questions they may have when I come back."
"Well... daddy gets off of work around six and mum usually around seven. Mum works at a beauty parlor and daddy works at a construction site." I answered.
"And you are home alone all day?" She asked sternly.
"Well I am eleven now. But they are going to get a baby-sitter, I actually thought you were." I answered.
She nodded before handing me two pieces of the strange paper. I read through both of the papers still not entirely sure if I believed this. When I had been a little girl I use to pretend to be magical but I had always thought it wasn't real. None of the strange stuff that I had done in the past hadn't convinced me I had powers at all. Now this strange woman was telling me that I could go to a school and learn magic if my parents let me? It was almost every kids dream come true. Mrs. McGonagall told me she would be back at eight that night before disappearing into this air. I gasped and ran to where she had been sitting to feel the spot. She was definitely not there anymore.
Was I, Amy Henson really a witch?
Please review. And yes I understand that normally a school would not hide students because they are different but this is my story so please don't mention that when you review. Also this is not going to be a Mary-Sue type story like the whole Sparkly-poo house table. These students are not powerful at all and they never will be. They are also not special or smarter than Dumbledore, Harry or anything like that. They are just normal students who are not powerful. (I tried writing a story like this before and those were the type of responses I got and then for some reason my entire account was deleted. I think because I answered reviewers so I am attempting this again.)