Mists of dreams coming true
A Hogwarts fic by prongs
Chapter 1-finding out if dreams come true
Ksandra never really wanted to go to Hogwarts. She'd never heard of it before. When she got the letter, she thought it must be some kind of joke. She didn't really know she was a witch, or even that there was such a thing. Of course She'd seen them on muggle shows on the telly, and wished they were true. She wanted to be someone magical so she could do the thing she dreamed about. She'd always been somewhat poor, and she wished, with all her heart she could make her dreams come true. She'd be pretty; she'd have a family that never fought. Her family did love each other she knew, but they never were able to go anywhere with the whole family and not get into an argument. She wanted to make the world a better place. Stop the violence, the death, the destruction, the prejudice and the hatred. But she was still a kid and couldn't do much to help. She was contemplating all of this in her mind and her journal-wouldn't it be great if this were real? When her dad came in.
" Ksandra?"
"What?" she asked, "just wanted to see what you were doing."
"Ok Dad."
"Hey, what's this?" he asked, looking at the letter.
"Oh nothing. Something about magic or something. Andria or Amelia probably sent it over. They're into that sort of thing. I swear- sometimes they have way to much imagination."
"Uh, Ksandra- I don't think this is from Andria."
"What do you mean, Dad? Do you think Reginald sent it? It's possible, but I haven't talked to him in a while and…"
"No. I think we should talk. Do you have time?"
"Yeah"
"Well, when I was your age, I got a letter like this. I didn't really know anything about it either, but apparently one of my uncles was a, well, wizard."
"Dad, It's past April fools and not yet Halloween. Dad you should know by now I'm not that gullible."
"Ksandra, just hear me out, Please? Like I said, when I was eleven, I got a letter like this. My parents didn't know anything about it, but apparently my uncle was a wizard. He taught me what I needed to know, and I went to Hogwarts, but I wasn't in to it. I was only doing it to make my uncle happy. I didn't do my work, and I dragged my feet all the way. The headmaster noticed that I didn't want to be there, and so he didn't make me stay. So I left Hogwarts and went back to live in the muggle world, and never went back. I haven't been to the magical world since I was 12.My uncle was a little upset at 1st, but I was doing what I wanted to, even though at times I have regretted it. I wanted me and my future family to live a normal life, and if it did turn out they were magical, they would appreciate it more."
"Dad, you mean this is real? I'm a wizard?"
"Witch, actually."
"Yeah, whatever. Dad, this is the best news I've ever heard! Thanks."
"Your welcome, although really, It's not up to me, it's not really up to me, it's up to the book of witches and wizards. When a magical person is born, their name is written in a book of witch's and wizards. When a magical person is born, their name is written in the book. Every year, the keeper of the book checks it to see whose turning 11 and sends out the Hogwarts letters.
I don't know how the magical world works now because I haven't been in it for so long, but I can tell you what I can know, and what it was like when I was there. Just tell me if you have any questions, and tell me when you want to get your school supplies. I'm off Saturday, we can do it then."
"All right Dad thanks."
And she promptly went to sleep, dreaming of all the gear things she could do now that She was magical. She didn't quite like the name 'witch' though. Maybe she could be called a Princess…
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That week they went shopping. They got all they needed to go to Hogwarts. Her dad showed her where to get all her supplies, and he took her to the train station when it was time to leave.
Ksandra had fun at Hogwarts, even though it was hard. She got sorted into Hufflepuff- the house whose students were known for being hard workers. She was convinced she wanted to make her dad proud of her, and show that all Castles weren't quitters. She got good grades, and stayed out of trouble for the most part.
She loved Hogwarts. She'd never seen anything quite like it. She'd lived in London almost all her life. She saw a lot of Castles (even the one's in her family) but none like this. It was magical. The staircases changed. They moved. There were trick steps, and ghosts about. People were doing magic in every class. She herself got taught a lot of fascinating spells she could do with her wand, or potions she could put in her cauldron. She had a cauldron!!! And a wand!!! She was a witch! She could do magic! It was all true- it was all real. And probably somewhere-she didn't know where- possibly in the restricted section of the library- she could find out how to make her dreams come true. All of her dreams, maybe. She'd actually done magic before- but she didn't really believe it was her that did it. She didn't believe in that kind of stuff. If someone passed her on the street and told her she was a witch, she'd feel insulted.
But now she didn't. She was a witch, and she was proud of it. It seemed like the best thing that had ever happened to her. Andria and Reginald-she found out later were also magical. And so were a lot of others she had yet to get to know.
A Hogwarts fic by prongs
Chapter 1-finding out if dreams come true
Ksandra never really wanted to go to Hogwarts. She'd never heard of it before. When she got the letter, she thought it must be some kind of joke. She didn't really know she was a witch, or even that there was such a thing. Of course She'd seen them on muggle shows on the telly, and wished they were true. She wanted to be someone magical so she could do the thing she dreamed about. She'd always been somewhat poor, and she wished, with all her heart she could make her dreams come true. She'd be pretty; she'd have a family that never fought. Her family did love each other she knew, but they never were able to go anywhere with the whole family and not get into an argument. She wanted to make the world a better place. Stop the violence, the death, the destruction, the prejudice and the hatred. But she was still a kid and couldn't do much to help. She was contemplating all of this in her mind and her journal-wouldn't it be great if this were real? When her dad came in.
" Ksandra?"
"What?" she asked, "just wanted to see what you were doing."
"Ok Dad."
"Hey, what's this?" he asked, looking at the letter.
"Oh nothing. Something about magic or something. Andria or Amelia probably sent it over. They're into that sort of thing. I swear- sometimes they have way to much imagination."
"Uh, Ksandra- I don't think this is from Andria."
"What do you mean, Dad? Do you think Reginald sent it? It's possible, but I haven't talked to him in a while and…"
"No. I think we should talk. Do you have time?"
"Yeah"
"Well, when I was your age, I got a letter like this. I didn't really know anything about it either, but apparently one of my uncles was a, well, wizard."
"Dad, It's past April fools and not yet Halloween. Dad you should know by now I'm not that gullible."
"Ksandra, just hear me out, Please? Like I said, when I was eleven, I got a letter like this. My parents didn't know anything about it, but apparently my uncle was a wizard. He taught me what I needed to know, and I went to Hogwarts, but I wasn't in to it. I was only doing it to make my uncle happy. I didn't do my work, and I dragged my feet all the way. The headmaster noticed that I didn't want to be there, and so he didn't make me stay. So I left Hogwarts and went back to live in the muggle world, and never went back. I haven't been to the magical world since I was 12.My uncle was a little upset at 1st, but I was doing what I wanted to, even though at times I have regretted it. I wanted me and my future family to live a normal life, and if it did turn out they were magical, they would appreciate it more."
"Dad, you mean this is real? I'm a wizard?"
"Witch, actually."
"Yeah, whatever. Dad, this is the best news I've ever heard! Thanks."
"Your welcome, although really, It's not up to me, it's not really up to me, it's up to the book of witches and wizards. When a magical person is born, their name is written in a book of witch's and wizards. When a magical person is born, their name is written in the book. Every year, the keeper of the book checks it to see whose turning 11 and sends out the Hogwarts letters.
I don't know how the magical world works now because I haven't been in it for so long, but I can tell you what I can know, and what it was like when I was there. Just tell me if you have any questions, and tell me when you want to get your school supplies. I'm off Saturday, we can do it then."
"All right Dad thanks."
And she promptly went to sleep, dreaming of all the gear things she could do now that She was magical. She didn't quite like the name 'witch' though. Maybe she could be called a Princess…
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That week they went shopping. They got all they needed to go to Hogwarts. Her dad showed her where to get all her supplies, and he took her to the train station when it was time to leave.
Ksandra had fun at Hogwarts, even though it was hard. She got sorted into Hufflepuff- the house whose students were known for being hard workers. She was convinced she wanted to make her dad proud of her, and show that all Castles weren't quitters. She got good grades, and stayed out of trouble for the most part.
She loved Hogwarts. She'd never seen anything quite like it. She'd lived in London almost all her life. She saw a lot of Castles (even the one's in her family) but none like this. It was magical. The staircases changed. They moved. There were trick steps, and ghosts about. People were doing magic in every class. She herself got taught a lot of fascinating spells she could do with her wand, or potions she could put in her cauldron. She had a cauldron!!! And a wand!!! She was a witch! She could do magic! It was all true- it was all real. And probably somewhere-she didn't know where- possibly in the restricted section of the library- she could find out how to make her dreams come true. All of her dreams, maybe. She'd actually done magic before- but she didn't really believe it was her that did it. She didn't believe in that kind of stuff. If someone passed her on the street and told her she was a witch, she'd feel insulted.
But now she didn't. She was a witch, and she was proud of it. It seemed like the best thing that had ever happened to her. Andria and Reginald-she found out later were also magical. And so were a lot of others she had yet to get to know.