I have absolutely no idea where this is going to go, or if I'm even going to finish it.
There will probably be several different pairings(All OC/?).
The Golden Trio no longer goes to Hogwarts.
All I could see were my inner eyelids.
The only sounds were bubbling tea, the clock's minute hand ticking away on the wall, and the slightly muted sounds of people talking.
It was almost like a lullaby to me, and combined with how exhausted I was, I was slipping closer and closer to sleep.
Only did I jolt awake when I felt a gust of air, along with something that lightly hit my elbows. I forced my eyelids apart and stared down at whatever had assaulted my almost-sleep. It was a thin, white piece of paper, telling me the total amount of money needed.
"The bill. For your tea?" Said the waitress, all the while giving me a strange look.
Oh, that's right. I was in a tea shop.
I sighed and gave her the correct amount of pounds. Great, now I look even more stupid, I thought, sipping my hot beverage.
Why had I almost fallen asleep, sitting alone at a table in this busy tea shop, you ask?
Well, mostly because I didn't get much sleep. I had stayed up studying math, even though it was summer break.
No matter how hard I tried, I always failed nearly every class at school. Except for English and Literature classes- I loved those. I loved everything having to do with it; reading, writing, poetry, songwriting… too bad I couldn't get higher marks in anything else.
I sighed heavily again, watching everyone bustle around and laugh at their friend's remarks. Nearly all of them were my classmates from school. For a reason no one knows, they all come here on many evenings to interact.
I didn't know why I even bothered coming; nobody ever tried to make friends with me. It's like I was invisible. I picked up my drink and as I made my way towards the door I tossed it in the waste bin.
I shouldn't have even come. The tea wasn't very good, anyway.
I was relieved when I made it outside and I started along the sidewalk towards my home. I lifted my face to the sky, parting my lips slightly to draw in the fresh smell of the clean, earthy air. It was so good to taste it's pureness after the hot, overwhelming aroma of tea. I felt myself smile a bit into the open air.
The small smile faded when I felt hot wind and the smell of gasoline rush over me as a car rushed by. I turned my head to look at it, and horror instantly flooded over me.
There was a small boy, maybe four or five years old, in the middle of the street.
The car was heading straight forward; apparently the driver didn't see the toddler in the road.
At that moment, I didn't think.
I merely acted.
I flung my bag to the concrete and broke into a run towards the street. My legs were pumping, muscles screaming. Would I get there fast enough?
My shoes pounded the concrete and I screeched to halt in front of the small child, planting my feet firmly on the ground and spreading my arms out. I didn't have time to think what an idiot I was, facing an oncoming car like this.
The only thing running through my mind was Turn, damn it! Turn around!
I squeezed my eyes shut, ready to face whatever was given to me.
It was then that I felt it. It was like a huge physical draining, causing my arms to go limp and my legs to shake like jelly.
My knees buckled beneath me, and I fell unconscious on the black tar of the road.
I don't remember when I returned to consciousness.
What I do remember is that it happened gradually- first my smell started to return. Whenever I breathed in, I caught the scent of hot cement.
Next came my hearing and touch. I felt the ground hard and unforgiving beneath me, and I heard someone talking. This voice was rich, deep, and calm, obviously a man, but he was making absolutely no sense.
He was murmuring nonsensical little things from, what I could tell, was right above me. Finally I was able to open my eyes.
As I suspected, the person was kneeling beside me. He was an older man, with a tall and lean build and light brown hair flecked with gray. As if he sensed my awareness, his eyes flitted over and locked with mine.
"Hello," the man said softly. "Are you feeling alright?"
As I was about to respond, I noticed he was wielding a long, thin stick.
"What are you doing with that?" I asked wearily, keeping my eyes locked on the could-be weapon.
He glanced down at it. "This? Well… that's quite a long story, one you might not be inclined to believe. I will explain it to you though. First you need to tell me if you're feeling ok." He said, searching my face with concern. I registered that his eyes were the beautiful pale gray of a dove's feathers, with an unmistakable bluish tinge.
To my surprise, I did feel well. "Yes… I'm fine." I reassured him quietly. How could I be ok if I was run over by a car?
Was I run over by a car?
"What just happened?" I asked. He held up a finger. "Just one more thing. What is your name?" He said.
I was growing frustrated. "Marcia. Marcia McFlint." I informed him. "And you are?" "Remus Lupin. Pleasure to meet you." He then held out his hand.
I pushed myself into a sitting position and shook it. His was large and warm around mine. I waited patiently for him to explain this to me, though inside I was urging him on.
He sighed. "There's no easy way to say this. You'll probably think I'm insane. But I'll just tell you straightforward." He paused. Continued more quietly.
"When you stood in front of that car, you moved it. With your mind, and your apparently strong willpower." I was silent with shock. What on earth is he talking about?
"No, you're not a psycic, and you're not alone." Remus continued. Then he leaned in slightly, his eyes intently fixed on mine.
"You're a witch."
I stared at him.
He was certainly out of his right mind.
Positively mad as a hatter.
There were no such thing as witches.
But this man didn't seem crazy. He came off as intelligent. And handsome, a part of me added, the part I immediately scolded thereafter.
"What?" I said, in nothing more than a hushed whisper. He took a deep breath.
"There is a hidden community of wizards, witches, and magic. It's all around us. Muggles- err, regular humans- can't see it." When he finished speaking, there was another awkward pause.
I swallowed rather painfully. "Look- there must be some sort of misunderstanding. I'm not a witch, or anything special for that matter." I finally managed.
Now a smile spread across his face. "You are mistaken, Ms. McFlint. You are, indeed, special. How else do you suggest you moved that car?" He said. I didn't answer, because in truth, I did not have a clue.
Could I really be-?
"Is that a wand?" I decided to venture, pointing at the stick he was brandishing. Remus nodded. "Indeed it is." He confirmed. He held it up and flicked the tip very slightly. Red sparks shot from the tip, fading into blue and eventually green.
"How-?" I choked on my words.
The corner of his lip twitched. "Magic." He said simply.
There had to be some other possible explanation. Anything at all.
I racked my brain; nothing.
I felt a smile slowly move across my lips. Remus's grin matched mine. "See? You're not a nobody, Ms. McFlint. You have magical powers beyond what any Muggle could dream of." It was surreal thinking that I could be anything other than the shy, unpopular, invisible girl. I couldn't quite wrap my mind around it.
"My mum would never believe this." I said quietly. "Already taken care of," He reassured, "There was an owl sent to your house with a letter of your admission to Hogwarts."
Obviously, I didn't process a single coherent meaning from this statement.
"I beg your pardon?" I said politely.
"Oh, my apologies, I seem to have forgotten that you're Muggle-born. In the wizarding world, we use owls as a means of communication. We give them letters or packages and send them off to whoever we want the to deliver to. And Hogwarts- short for Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry- is exactly what it sounds like; an academy for young people with magical powers."
It took a moment for this to settle in. Add that to the effects of this man's soothing honey-like voice and incredible attractiveness, and I was tongue tied.
When I finally managed to speak, the brilliance that spouted from me was, "Can you give me directions to this place?"
He chuckled. "Of course I will." He took my hand and helped me up; I now noticed he was quite tall. "Do you live nearby, or do you need help getting there?" He asked. "My home's just down the street." I replied.
Then, feeling my brow furrow, I continued, "I hope you don't mind me asking, but… being a wizard, shouldn't you be all-knowing or something?"
The smile that curled his lips(which were notably full and tantalizing, by the way) was gentle and rather sad. "On the contrary, my dear, power does not equate to knowledge."
Silence, not awkward, lapsed over us.
The fact that he called me "my dear" struck me. It wasn't in that patronizing way that most adults acknowledge children with that title. It was as if he was talking to an old friend, an equal, and I liked him even more for it.
The pause only continued for a few moments before Remus broke it by clearing his throat. "I'd best be leaving now. I'll send you the directions and the things you'll need for Hogwarts- you can expect them to come by owl."
He smiled again, and this one lacked the distinct sadness of the previous. "Goodbye, Miss McFlint." He said, stepping back a bit and bowing ever so slightly.
I gave a tiny awkward wave in addition to my quiet farewell. With that, Remus flashed me one more smile, turned around, and vanished.
There's the first chapter.
Review and tell my how you like it, at least so I know if it's worth continuing.