The Duo of Pain
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Chapter one
I woke up to the smell of bacon and eggs. I groaned as I got out of bed. I opened the door to see my breakfast right there, lying on the floor. I grabbed it and brought it into my room. There was a note attached to it saying, "Gone to work. Portia will be there soon."
Portia. My "caretaker." My "nanny." My "babysitter." I'm eleven, I don't need a babysitter. Suddenly, my water glass exploded. Crap, now I have to make up an excuse for that. I need to at least attempt to control my powers.
By the time Portia finally came, I had already taken a shower, got dressed, and eaten the rest of my breakfast. "Kady!" she yelled up the stairs in her sing-song voice. "You ready for today? We're going to have so much fun!"
"No," I said solemnly. "I'd rather stay here and read or do nothing."
"Well, I got the mail, and you have a letter," she said plainly and held it out.
I took the letter and looked at it. It was old and yellow with a red wax seal. It had my name and address on it. I opened the delicate letter slowly and took out the piece of parchment inside. It had fancy wirting on it.
HOGWARTS SCHOOL
of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY
Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock,
Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of wizards)
Dear Miss Karrol,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later than July 31.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress
Finally, I can be with people of my own kind. People, who, will understand what I'm going through. My parents are normal, not a witch or wizard. They know I can do certain things, but what will they say about me being a witch? Hopefully, nothing.
I folded the letter back up and put it in my pocket. "What did it say?"Portia asked, in her raspy voice from smoking.
"None of your business," I replied. "Its need to know, and you, especially, don't need to know."
Portia rolled her ice cold eyes and growled, "Listen, twerp, I am your nanny. You must listen to me."
I scoffed, "Just because you're fifty-something years older than me, doesn't mean you have to be all up in my business."
The rest of the day was spent in silence. Only when my mom got home, did anyone speak. They usually weren't kind words... Then, it was still silent, most of the time.
Where is platform nine-and-three-quarters? I thought. There wasn't one. I saw two boys, with red-orange hair, walking with their mother and who I thought was their older brother. They looked my age. Maybe they are going to Hogwarts too? "Excuse me," I asked shyly, "Do you know where platform nine-and-three-quarters is?"
One of the boys turned around, "Yes," he smiled. "We are heading there too. You must be a first year as well."
"Yeah, I guess so," I said, still shy.
"Don't your parents know where it is?" he said, flinching after his older brother hit the back of head.
"No, they aren't like me," I said, looking down at the marble floor. "They are normal..."
"You mean abnormal. I grew up in the wizard world," he laughed. "They are called muggles. My dad studies them for a living."
"Then, they are muggles."
"I'm Fred," he reached back to touch his twin brother's shoulder. "This is George."
I smiled, "I'm Kady."
George returned my smile, "What house do you want to be in?"
"House?" I asked feeling out of place, as we made our way to the platform.
"There are four houses," George explained. "There is Gryffindor, Slytherin, Ravenclaw, and Hufflepuff," he cleared his throat. "Gryffindor runs through our veins. All of our relatives have been in Gryffindor."
We took turns walking through the platform. We said our good-byes and got on the train. Fred and George's brother, Percy, went and sat with his friends, so we found our own place to sit. "How do we get into a certain house?" I asked.
George replied, "The Sorting Hat. It gets placed on your head, goes through intentions or something like that, and picks the best suiting house for you."
I nodded and looked out the window. Before I knew it, we were at Hogwarts and riding in boats across the lake. Hogwarts is a grand castle, many stories and many halls. We entered Hogwarts and were lead into the Great Hall. There were four very long tables. They took up most of the room. There was one long table perpendicular to the others, where all of the professors sat.
Professor McGonagall called us up one by one to be sorted into our houses. "Emily Krone!" she called, and just as soon as she placed the hat on her head he called out, "Slytherin!"
This continued for a while. After a while, George was called up. Of course, he was called into Gryffindor. Fred and I waited for one of our names to be called. Eventually, she called, "Kady Karrol!"
Fred grabbed my hand and gave it a quick squeeze before I walked up to the stool. "Good luck," he grinned.
I smiled and almost skipped up to the stool. I was so excited. I was also nervous, not knowing anything about any of the houses. From what the twins told me, as long as it wasn't Slytherin, its okay. The hat was placed on my head. "Hm... Where to put you? Muggle-borns are difficult to- wait, I know now. You'll do great in Ravenclaw!"
I jumped out of my seat instantaneously. I smiled, happy I wasn't in Slytherin. I walked over to the Ravenclaw table. On my way, I passed Fred. He had so many expressions written on his face. All I could read was dismay, confusion, sadness, and anger. I gave him a half-smile and went to sit next to a fellow Ravenclaw, whose name was Derek, a second year.
After a couple more names, Fred was finally called. He looked happy but in mild-mannered way. He got into Gryffindor and sat next to George. Ravenclaw wasn't too bad. Everyone had the same sarcasm I did.
After dinner, we were all lead to our common rooms by our prefects. The Ravenclaw Tower was so cool. To get in, we had to answer a riddle given to us by an eagle knocker.
I was excited for my classes on the first day. I started the day off in Potions with Professor Snape. I walked in to see Fred and George. I walked over to them with a smile on my face. Only George returned the smile. "Hey boys!" I smiled ecstatically. "How was your first night?"
"Fun!" George replied. I could tell the difference because his hair was a little bit longer than Fred's.
"It was okay," Fred sighed. "It could've been better."
George backhanded Fred's arm. He walked over to me and whispered in my ear, "He's just mad you're in Ravenclaw, and not in Gryffindor with him. He mumbled it in his sleep."
I blushed as Fred gaped, "Did not!" George could only reply, "How could you know? You were asleep!"
That was the end of that conversation. Professor Snape walked in and told us the plan for the day. We were paired in to two's and were instructed to make a sleeping solution. I worked with Maya Evans, a fellow Ravenclaw.
We finished up when it was time to go to our next class. I had Professor Quirrell's Defense Against the Dark Arts class next. He was a shy guy. He stuttered too much. Explained what we were going to do over the course of the year. He also told us about his previous trip to Romania.
When it was dinner time, I found Maya, who was sitting with Derek, and sat with her. "Quidditch tryouts are coming up," Derek smiled. "I wanted to be seeker, but the quidditch captain holds that position, so I have to wait until next year."
"Quidditch?" I asked, once again feeling out of the loop again. "What's that?"
"It's a game," Derek explained. "There are four positions and four balls. Beaters have bats that they beat bludgers away with. They have to make sure the seeker doesn't get too bloodied up. Seekers have to catch a snitch. The snitch is a tiny golden ball with wings. It is very hard to catch. Keepers block three goals. Chasers have a ball they pass from one another and try to toss it into the opposite goal," he sighed. "It's like soccer in the muggle-world."
I nodded, we do need a sport around here. "Why do you say, 'so the seeker doesn't get too bloodied up'?"
"Bludgers have a mind of their own," he explained. "They can easily break bones and do other damage as well."
We all hushed down after that because Dumbledore, the headmaster, rose to speak. "I hope you all had a wonderful first week. Second years and above please continue to remind the first years about how the third floor corridor and the Dark Forest are off limits to explore," he raised a hand to point to professor Sprout., "There will also be no collecting of plants, unless you are instructed to do so by professor Sprout or madam Pomfrey. This, by all means, is punishable." He clapped his hands together, "Let's eat!"
Eventually, Fred's anger-confusion thing disappeared, and we all became friends again, like before. Every chance I could, I would hang out with the two of them. "So, I say we sneak into Filch's office, one night, and find something worth taking," Fred proposed one day.
We all agreed and decided to do it in three days, the night before the last week of school before Christmas break. We got everything we needed: gloves, talent, and last but not least, (well, at least I had it) sarcasm. During our free-time in Potions class and McGonagall's study hall, we planned out what we were going to do.
Unfortunately, George got sick the day before we had planned on doing this. Luckily, madam Pomfrey got him up and running again, in time. That night we waited until Filch started his night rounds before we snuck into his office, wondering what we'd find.