Hello everybody! Just a heads up, this is an immensely long story so if you decide to stick it out and read it all I applaud you. Also, please pardon any grammar mistakes and if you find any that I might have missed please let me know so that I can go and correct them :) I only own Iris and the story about her parents that will come more into play later. Reviews are always welcome!
First Year
The bleak sun shined through the old, moth eaten curtains of the window at the orphanage in which Iris had grown up in. It was the only place she knew.
She enjoyed the company of others. She watched as some children came and went from the orphanage. It was always exciting to see the arrival of new faces but always sad to see them leave.
Today was a peculiar day that felt, to Iris, like so many others. She hadn't had word of a visitor her entire time of staying at the orphanage. Ms. Fagan the matron of the orphanage had announced the man that had asked to see her.
"Iris, dear, an Albus Dumbledore is here to see you." As she said his name she looked at him unsure if she has pronounced his name correctly.
The man was tall, with a wise face that bore a silver beard and long hair. His eyes where hidden behind half moon spectacles.
As the small girl faced him Dumbledore became aware of a sobering fact. He had seen those brilliant green eyes and flaming red hair before.
Dumbledore cautiously entered through the narrow worn doorway into what appeared to be a small child's room. A miniscule desk sat in the corner of the room. On the other wall at the foot of the bed was a rather large wardrobe. The walls were blank except for the window that stood opposite the doorway. A bed was carefully made and revealed a grey woolen top blanket.
Sitting atop the bed was a small girl that was no more than ten or eleven years old. Dumbledore moved forward into the room that was Iris's. He made the first effort to say anything. "Hello Iris. I am Professor Dumbledore; I am the Headmaster of 'Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry'. Hogwarts is a school for special people like you and I. You are gifted with the power to do things beyond anyone's wildest fantasies and there are more people like you than you know."
To Iris this was a mouthful and a lot to take in all at once. Did she here him right? What had he said? She was a witch? How was this possible?
Without saying any of her questions aloud, Dumbledore had to her amazement started to answer them as if he had read her mind, "Yes, you heard me right. You are a witch with a lot of magical ancestry and one of your ancestors in particular being one of the four founders of our school."
He paused for a moment as to see if Iris was going to say anything. When she didn't he continued, "I hope that you will accept this splendid offer to join us at Hogwarts."
For the first time since Dumbledore had arrived, Iris spoke, her voice coming out clear but trembled with the slight hint of oppressed excitement. "Yes!"
A smile spread over Dumbledore's lined face. His blue eyes gleamed at her over his half moon spectacles.
He told her of the things that they offered at Hogwarts and gave her a list of school supplies that she would need at Diagon Alley, to which he would accompany her to. Dumbledore had also handed her a bag that was heavy when he had dropped it into her outstretched hands. He had told her that this was her spending money for her school supplies.
Iris watched as Albus Dumbledore had escorted himself out of her room. He had told her that he would come for her in a few weeks time. Until then Iris remained in her room most of the time fantasizing about her new school and what it must feel like to experience magic.