A/N: I was sorted into Hufflepuff in Pottermore and I just completely loved the welcome message of Gabriel Truman. After reading that, well I just had to right this. This story is about an OC and Gabriel (Hufflepuff prefect from Pottermore) Reviews are always welcome of course. I did not proof read this because I tend to be very short-sighted when it comes to reading my own work. So I am sorry in advance for any error. I am in dire need of a beta right now. (Ehem ehem.) The next chapter would probably be up sometime next week.
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"It's here! It's here! It's finally here!"
A young boy of eleven excitedly ran to the kitchen where the rest of his family sat. Three pairs of eyes glanced at him in question as he jumped up and down and excitedly.
"What's here exactly?" asked an irritated fifteen year old Daniel Truman to his younger brother even though he and his parents had a fair idea on what it was.
"My Hogwarts letter!"
Daniel rolled his eyes but smiled in spite of himself as he recalled how he had the same reaction when he received his letter. Both of their parents wore proud and happy smiles at their youngest son even though they had no doubt that he was magical. He had been showing signs of magic from an early age.
"Well get to it then," said Mr. Truman.
"Oh, yours is here too," said Gabriel as he tossed one of the letters to his older brother. He stared at the yellowish envelope addressed to Mr. G Truman, Number 15, Upper Flagley, Yorkshire in his hands for a moment before opening it gingerly and taking out the letter. He cleared his throat loudly before reading:
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 Mr Truman,
We are pleased to inform you that you have a place at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 31 July.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress
He scanned the second paper before proclaiming excitedly, "The other one is a list of requirements. When can we go to Diagon Alley?"
He had been waiting for this his entire life. When Daniel started going to Hogwarts four years ago, his anxiousness to begin school doubled. He loved hearing stories about Hogwarts from his parents when he was little. Every time Daniel went home, Gabriel bombarded him with questions about the school. And now he himself would be able to go.
His mother shook her head fondly at her son's enthusiasm.
"Tomorrow. We'll go tomorrow so you better be up early."
"You should go out sometime," Anne Addington said addressing her only child.
Myra Addington looked up from the book she was reading. Equally dark brown eyes met. One pair was filled with concern while the other was filled with curiosity.
"All you ever do is read. You should call your friends and spend time with them. Don't waste your summer vacation being cooped up here at home."
"They're all busy," Myra answered quietly as she tucked a strand of her long black hair behind her ear. Her mother sighed and went back to the kitchen.
It was true of course. Her friends were all busy with their different plans with their family. She didn't mention to her mother the fact that none of them would spend time with her even if they weren't busy. She never had much friends, so she treasured the ones that she had. But now, they probably wouldn't hang out with her anymore after the last incident.
Weird stuff always happened around Myra. The last time it happened was on the way home on the last day of school. She and her friends were on the bus. They were laughing and teasing each other, nothing out of the normal. But then her friends went too far. Her temper flared and the next thing they knew, all the windows of the bus broke. Everyone got hit by flying shards of glass. Everyone but her
It was nothing serious. Just a few scrapes. But no one talked to her for the rest of the ride home. No one talked to her for the whole summer for that matter. Not even her closest friend Jill who lived next door did.
They all probably thought that she had some weird and freaky magical powers. It was a ridiculous idea but with everything weird that has happened around her since she was little, she wouldn't be surprised if that was the true.
Pushing those thoughts out of her head, she continued reading her book. It was a young adult book about mythology. She loved it. But she wasn't able to read a single paragraph yet when the doorbell rang.
She looked up from her book once again, curious on who it might be. She figured it was just a delivery or maybe a friend of her parents from work.
Her parents entered the sitting room with a woman she has never met. The woman was dressed professionally black slacks, an emerald green blouse and a black blazer. Her dark hair was up in a tight bun and her sharp eyes showed that she was not someone you wanted to be on the bad side of.
"Myra, this is Professor McGonagall," her father said.
"Hello," said Myrna politely as she put her book down. She stood up and shook her hand.
"She's here to –" her father trailed off, glancing at Professor McGonagall in question.
"I'm here to discuss something important with your family."
"Would you like something to drink? Some tea perhaps?" her mother asked kindly.
"Just some water thank you," Professor McGonagall answered.
Anne Addington went to the kitchen as her husband gestured their guest to have a seat. Moments later, she returned with some water and biscuits.
"So," said Jason Addington as he took a biscuit from the platter. "What is it that you wanted to discuss with us?"
"I am here to inform you that your daughter has a place in our school."
"School? What school?"
Myra was immediately intrigued. She wondered why a school would send someone personally to invite her.
"The school is called Hogwarts. I'm sure you have never heard of it. It is a special school –"
Myrna's eyes widened. Professor McGonagall didn't mean what she thought she did, did she?
"My daughter is not –" Jason started angrily but Professor McGonagall stopped him.
"I wasn't finished with what I have to say. What I mean is that Hogwarts for people who have special abilities. Magical abilities,"
The Addingtons were stunned. Magic? Surely this woman was joking. Or maybe she was simply crazy.
"I'm sorry but did you just say magical abilities?" Anne asked slowly. She was answered with a curt nod.
"Have you ever done something you cannot explain?" Professor McGonagall asked Myra. "Something you didn't mean to happen when you were feeling extremely happy, excited, or angry?"
Anne and Jason glanced at each other while Myra looked down. They all knew about the weird stuff that happened around Myra since she was little. Myra herself was thinking about it just before the woman came.
"You mean to tell us," Jason started slowly and skeptically, "that our daughter can do magic and that you want her to attend a school for magic?"
Okay, Myra thought. This is definitely crazy talk.
"That is exactly what I mean and no, I am not insane," said Professor McGonagall.
"I dunno," said Anne hesitantly. "I'm not really buying into this whole magic stuff."
Wordlessly, Professor McGonagall produced what looked like a stick from her pocket. A wand perhaps? She pointed the wand to an empty glass on the coffee table which suddenly turned into a real, live hamster. Professor McGonagall gave the Addingtons a few moments to stare at the hamster before turning it back into a glass.
"I think I do now," Anne muttered.
"I'll be able to do that?" Myra asked, speaking for the first time.
"With practice, yes," McGonagall answered. "Among other things"
She once again reached into her pocket. This time, she took out a yellowish envelope made out of parchment and handed it to Myra.
She stared at the purple wax seal on the letter. It was a coat of arms. There was a badger, a snake, a lion, and an eagle surrounding the letter H. Turning it over, she saw that it was addressed to her in green ink.
Miss M. Addington
5th Street
Appleby
North Lincolnshire
Opening the envelope, she saw that there were two pieces of parchment inside. Taking out the first one, she read aloud:
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 Addington,
We are pleased to inform you that you have a place at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on 1 September.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress
A school for witchcraft and wizardry. The words seemed to start floating off the letter. She was a witch? And she had to go to a school of witches and wizards? It was all hard to take in. She was happy that she wasn't a freak. If there was a school for it then it meant that there were a lot of others like her. It was all very interesting and disconcerting at the same time.
"This school," her father started, interrupting Myra from her thoughts. "Does she really have to go?"
"It is important that she attends," McGonagall answered. "She has to learn how to control and use her magic."
Myra's parents looked at each other. The weird happenings around Myra had led into different accidents and tricky situations. Even though she didn't mean to, some people got hurt because of it. Even though hurt only meant a few scrapes, who knows what would happen in the future. With a short silent conversation with their eyes, the Addingtons made a decision.
"Alright," said Jason. "We'll let her go to this Hogwarts. But would you please tell us more about what she's getting into."
"Of course, Mr. Addington," said McGonagall. "Hogwarts School of Witchcraft Wizardry is the finest school for young witches and wizards. As the letter says, it is head by Albus Dumbledore. The school is located in Scotland. I should also add that it is a boarding school."
Anne and Jason glanced at each other again. Not only did they have to send Myra to a school for magic, they had to send her away for the holidays.
Professor McGonagall continued her explanations. Sometimes, she was interrupted by questions from the Addingtons. She explained about the school houses, the Statute of Secrecy, getting to school, getting on the platform, going to Diagon Alley to get her things.
It took another hour before they ran out of questions. The Addingtons thanked her and Myra's parents lead her to the door. Myra herself however, stayed in the sitting room. Her mind was reeling over all she had learned. Part of her still believed that this was some weird joke or dream. It was certainly out of this world.
When her parents walked back into the room, she took the second piece of parchment from the envelope and once again started to read aloud.
HOGWARTS SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY
Uniform
First-year students will require:
Three sets of plain work robes (black)
One plain pointed hat (black) for day wear
One pair of protective gloves (dragon hide or similar)
One winter cloak (black, silver fastenings)
Please note that all pupils' clothes should carry name tags
Set Books
All students should have a copy of each of the following:
The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 1) by Miranda Goshawk
A History of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot
Magical Theory by Adalbert Waffling
A Beginners' Guide to Transfiguration by Emeric Switch
One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi by Phyllida Spore
Magical Drafts and Potions by Arsenius Jigger
Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them by Newt Scamander
The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection by Quentin Trimble
Other Equipment
1 wand
1 cauldron (pewter, standard size 2)
1 set glass or crystal phials
1 telescope
1 set brass scales
Students may also bring an owl OR a cat OR a toad
PARENTS ARE REMINDED THAT FIRST-YEARS ARE NOT ALLOWED THEIR OWN BROOMSTICKS.
There was a few seconds of silence as the family of three stared at each other before Myra spoke.
"Just what am I getting myself into?"
A/N: You may have noticed that Gabriel's part was extremely short. I tried to make it longer. I seriously did. But Gabriel grew up in a magical family so they all expected what would happen. Myra on the other hand, did not. Oh well, I hoped you like it. Please tell me what you think.