In The Beginning
July 925
Inishmurray, Ireland
In a dark ruined island of the Irish coast is where this story gets its start. The year is 925. I'm Kellan Flanna at the time I was a young girl of 11 winters. I lived in my parent's cottage. There is nothing much really to this cottage except a hearth in the middle of which sits a bubbling cauldron. I only hoped the Christians won't find us in this remote area of the island. This would mean a one way trip to the stake. She and mother were prime candidates being from a family of all witches and wizards.
Out from the distance a tiny barn owl is coming into view with a clear destination of where it was headed. Said place was none other than the very cottage I was looking out from. In only a matter of minutes it landed on my windowsill with a strip of parchment hanging from its neck. The outside had some writing on it.
"Mother! Mother! I got it I got my letter! I told you I'm a witch!" I said.
"How joyous léoffæst. I'm so proud of you." She said. My mother was a beautiful woman. She had long scarlet hair that ended at her waist and eye so green that even the hills that were so bountiful of the color would be envious of. I was lucky enough to inherit her hair.
"If only father were here." I said. Father was a tall man with dirty blonde hair and eyes blue as the sea and the sky which I inherited as well. He had died last year due to a backfire in one of his elaborate potions.
"Well don't tarry! Open your letter!" she said.
On the cover was written simply:
Kellan Flanna
I tore open the wax seal that had a highly intricate 'H'.
Lady Flanna,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry where you will be joined by fellow witches and wizards. Your learning begins 3 full moons from tonight. Concealed is a list of what you will need.
Many blessings,
Salazar Slytherin
Hogwarts Founder and Potions Master
Indeed there was a list with all that I would need to bring to school. There were books on every subject imaginable including the Dark Arts, Potions, Transfigurations, Herbology, and more.
"Where are we going to acquire theses items mother? Is there such a place that has not been burned by those foul muggles?" I asked.
"Oh yes my léoffæst, in Diagon Alley." She said."But now it is time for you to sleep. It is almost the witching hour and we must be fast asleep."
"Yes mother. I bid you a good night." And off I went to my cot on the second floor.
The next morning I woke with an excitement I have hardly ever felt, today we would go at last to Diagon Alley. In my excitement I promptly banged the top of my head against the bottom of the shelf that held books above my bed.
"Oh for Christ's sake!" I said as I rubbed the sore area that was already beginning to swell. "Great now I'll be mistaken for a cross between a human and a unicorn. Just brilliant."
I nearly flew down the stairs to find my mother standing there apparently waiting for me to make a grand entrance.
"Have you done your chores yet Kellan?" My mother asked.
I gave her a kiss and tried my best impersonation of a lost puppy. "No… but I thought… maybe… I could do them as soon as we get back from Diagon Alley."
"No Kellan. You do them now. Or we won't go at all. I'll go without you." Her voice was as hard as the shelf that gifted me the bump on my forehead. "What happened to your head?"
"My bookshelf happened." I said. I put on my work gloves and donned my apron and left to finish all the chores I had to in record time.
"All done mother!!" I said.
"Good. Get your traveling cloak on, we are taking the floo system." She said.
I didn't have to go far as it was hanging just beside the door. Mother grabbed a handful of the powder and stepped into the fireplace.
"Hog's Head tavern." was the last thing she said before disappearing in a swirl of emerald flames. I followed shortly thereafter.
A/N :Hi everyone! I'm kind of exited to finally be posting a story. I've been reading them for like a year but I haven't gotten around to actually registering and posting not to mention a severe case of writers block that has finally lifted away. Wooo well I hope you guys like it. Also léoffæst means dear in old english.
BTW: This whole story is being read by Tom. When Kellan's story is over he'll actually play a very proactive role. Trust me. I've got it all planned out. Well. Almost. lol Enjoy!!