Ok, my first fanfic.

Takes place during the Prisoner of Azkaban. Dumbledore goes to America to bring back a student with a past that connects her to him and Harry Potter. But she does not want to be there nor be apart of the wizarding world.

This first chapter is a recollection hence the italics

Yes, I took J.K. Rowlings 1st description. Of Dumbledore

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or anything else in those books. Maria however is mine.

A Witch In Spite of Herself

My world was destroyed when I was a year old, no that's not right. That was when the destruction started. My world completely ended a few months before my thirteenth birthday. I lived a cursed existence since in between those twelve years. I had learned to live with my curse, but as it turns out fate had other plans for me.

They never told me who my parents were. I would be lying if I said I never wondered about them when I was younger. Which I do lie to some people about it. I knew there was a shameful secret about me and when my father finally revealed himself I can honestly say I was not surprised. Nothing really surprises me. Not even when my father suddenly decided to be a father or when they told me about but my mother and her family. No, I wasn't surprised. I was angry and sad. Happiness never an option thank God. I had nightmares that night.

Maria, my abuela called me into the house as I got home from school. ven adentro. Necestamos hablar I went inside from the door into the kitchen I saw a very oddly dressed old man. He was tall, thin, and very old, judging by the silver of his hair and beard, which were both long enough to tuck into his belt. He was wearing long robes, a purple cloak that swept the ground, and high-heeled, buckled boots. His blue eyes were light, bright, and sparkling behind half-moon spectacles and his nose was very long and crooked. Strangely enough, he looked familiar. I was sure he wasn't from around here. I know that if he ever walked around here dressed like that, some of the residents around might beat him up to knock some sense into him. Something about him stirred a fuzzy distant memory, or a half-dream that I barely remember in the morning. He was definitely white. I didn't have to greet him in Spanish.

Hello, I nodded to him. I looked at abuelita expectantly before returning to him. The fact that he was too calm and poised immediately told me that this was no good news. And whoever this old man was, I was not going to like what he's going to say.

He smiled at me. Hello Aria. He said in a very crisp English accent. It's been a very long time. Though I will say I have been looking forward to this day when I would see you again.

I immediately frowned. Who the hell is this guy? Why was he calling me Aria. I'm afraid you are mistaken sir, I politely said. My name is Maria Isabella Alejandra Maya-Medina, not Aria. I turned to my abuela. Abuelita, quien es este? Porque el esta llamando me Aria?

My abuela, the one who raised me, the one who could shake even the tallest, most strongest of men into cowering before her, the one who put the fear of God in me, could not meet my eyes. She was so stiff in her posture. She was afraid. My abuela was afraid. Still not meeting my eyes, she answered me, El te va decir, tenes paciencia, piojito.

Of course, forgive me the man cut in. I should have introduced myself. My name is Albus Dumbledore, I am the headmaster of a school for certain gifted people in the United Kingdom.

I flinched at "gifted." Was he here to drag me off to school? My abuela and few select members of my family knew about certain unworldly abilities I had. But I was so careful in concealing the extant of these abilites from her. I made her assume that my dreams were nothing more than certain visions I inherited from her side of the family that occur from time to time and the other strange incidents were nothing more than coincidences. Nevertheless I managed a polite smile. It's very nice to meet you Mr. Dumbledore. He wanted polite, I'll give him polite worthy of his Englishness. May I inquire as to the purpose of this visit? I have no problems with my extensive vocabulary at 12 years old. I take pride that makes my uncles uneasy that one of the girls in the family, the outcast, was way smarter than they will ever be.

I am here on family business. He answered. He's getting to the point. He got the clue that I had no tolerance for beating around the bush. I'll give the man props for that.

What family business would you find here I asked, suddenly feeling very afraid of the answer.

His smile disappeared. First I would like to ask you a question, Maria. Do you ever think about your parents? My smile immediately disappeared. I made sure no emotion showed on my face as I usually did when I was upset or angry. It's a simple question Maria. He pressed.

At least he's calling me Maria. It's a personal question. I told him firmly, One that I would not rather answer to a stranger.

He was not put off by my by my glare which has scared all adults save my father and my grandmother before. I am no stranger Maria.

You are, I answer bluntly. My grandmother is uneasy around you. She's almost afraid of you. You are wearing rather strange clothing, calling me Aria and asking me personal questions. I do not have to answer your questions. Now please leave before I call the police.

He raised an eyebrow. You feel threatened by me.

Yes.

Then allow me to rectify the situation. First you will answer my question, and then I will answer all of yours. He clasped his hands in front of him.

I don't have to answer any of your questions and I am not interested in what you have to say. Now please leave. I snapped feeling my blood boil. Unfortunately, because of my snap, one of the glass bowls in the kitchen shattered. My grandmother flinched. But the old man didn't move. It didn't scare him. I wanted to scare him, but I did not want to lose control. Damn.

Maria, my grandmother started. I didn't say a word; I didn't even look at her. I kept my eyes on the old man.

Esta bien Senora Mercedes, Dumbledore said. So he spoke Spanish too, interesting. Bad gringo Spanish. This cannot be good. Maria, please believe me when I say this is not at all how I imagined our meeting to be. I understand your frustration. Perhaps I rushed in. please forgive me.

My blood pressure managed to cool down a few. Once he saw that I was beginning to calm down, he spoke again. We have met before Maria, a very long time ago. I knew your mother quite well.

I said nothing, but simply stared at him. There would be no questions regarding my birth mother from me. I learned to stop asking those questions a long time ago. Once he saw that I would not speak, he continued.

You see Maria, I your mother was named Serafina, Guinevere Helena Dumbledore. Once upon a time, your birth documents read Maria Ariadne Alexandra Maia Dumbledore… You are my granddaughter.

Ok, I admit, I did blink a few times at this statement. First feeling at this news, disbelief. There was no way I could be related to this man. He was from the United kingdom. He was fair skinned with blue eyes for Christ's sake. I was short with black hair and equally black eyes. My skin was olive toned easily tanned as is normal with those of South American descent. The genetics were just not there. Wait a minute, if he was here, where the hell was my mother.

Excuse me. I said.

Es verdad. My Grandmother cut in. El es su Abuelo, la papa de su madre.

Tu sabia esto, I asked her fighting to maintain my rage.

Si, por doce anos, yo sabia quien era su mama, que el va regresir para te quando tu tenia once anos. She said regaining her steely composure. Tu eres me nieta favorita Perdona me que si yo nunca te mostre. Yo pelio con el quando el queria verte 2 anos patras. Yo no lo dejo. Pero ahora, tu necesita saber la verdad. Escucha a el.

I pressed my lips together and stared at Dumbledore. You have two minutes to explain why after 12 years you decided to show up and warp my entire existence. After that I will walk out that door and hope to never see you again.

Maria, He started.

Two minutes and fifty-eight seconds. I cut in crossing my arms.

Maria, my grandmother snapped in a voice that made me slightly cringe. Pare, el es su familia. Por favor dale un pocito de respecto.

I closed my eyes. A huge headache was creeping along the right side of my head. If I wasn't careful, this headache was going to send me raging upstairs to my room where I would proceed to break things. I gave a resigned sigh and got myself a glass of water and after rummaging through the medicine cabinet over the sink, got motrins, quickly swallowed them and sat down with my glass of water.

After taking a few sips I finally looked at Dumbledore straight in the eye. He met my gaze head on. Why are you here, I asked quietly.

Dumbledore looked at my grandmother who nodded her head which gave him permission to sit down. Maria, do you remember your mother?

No. I shook my head. It was a half truth. I don't remember what she looked like. I never asked, I never had the courage to wonder. But I remember a scent that sometimes I dream of at night, a scent of lavender and honey, sometimes a little lemon mixed in. Some nights, that scent would embrace me and allow me to sleep with no nightmare. It was a nearly forgotten comfort. On hot summer nights, I would hear a woman's voice singing a song that I could never remember the words to in the morning. And on those mornings, I would feel lost and sad as if something let go of me.

Dumbledore studied me carefully to determine if I was lying. But I learned to keep a straight face whenever I told a half-truth. Finally when he found nothing and continued.

Do you ever feel different, as if things happened to you or around you and you know you were somehow responsible.

Did you see that glass bowl over there? I gestured. Need I say more?

He was not put off by my sarcasm. How are you able to do these things?

I don't know, I answered honestly. Usually … I stopped and started chewing on my lip.

Go on. His face was straight.

Things happen. I started slowly so that my emotions wouldn't get all hyped up and then I'd break a few things in the kitchen. They just happen. Accidents…sometimes I can move things with my mind, little things, nothing heavy if I really concentrate… I stopped reluctant to say anymore in front of my grandmother.

Go on. Dumbledore said.

I look at someone, and I get these vibes on the nature of that person, I continued.

Vibes?

Feelings, if a sort of color to the person's character. I would know if that person was good or bad, or how they walked the fine line between good or evil.

Dreams? He asked.

I shook my head, Another story for another day.

Maria, what if I told you that these are not strange occurrences, which is all natural at least for our kind, Dumbledore said.

The red light came back on for me. Yeah, riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight. It's natural for me to be a freak and blow up things. I snorted. I think you've been tripping over your robes and cracking your head a little too much lately. Wait a minute, our kind. There is no "our" kind for me.

Ha, I got a frown out of him. But to my displeasure, it disappeared. Maria, there is another world beyond the one you've been living in for 12 years. What's inside you, it is magic. As I am a wizard, your mother was a witch and so are you.

I choked on my water and had a coughing fit. My grandmother patted my back pretty hard before I calmed down. Witch, wizard as in abracadabra, pointy hats, brooms and a magic wand! I said before taking a big breath.

Yes. He responded. You always knew didn't you, that there was something else that you could only sense, not everything was what it seemed.

I did not like where this was going and I refused to believe in a cracked up old man who just shows up out of nowhere and tells me that I'm a witch. Are you freakin kidding me?

Yeah, I answer sardonically. It's called puberty. Between the ages of 11½ and 20, children go through physical changes which affected by the changes in their hormones. It can also change their mental states. I just started nearly two years ago.

He gave me a hard look. I think I'm starting to get through to him. No doubt it's what has made you this charming young lady. He said losing his gentle tone.

Absolutely, I stated pure and simple. I know there was a gleam in my eye when I said this. Are you tired of me yet?

No, Maria, He shook his head. In fact, I will never be tired of you. You are my granddaughter. In fact, you will have to get used to me from now on.

Que, I froze. I turned to my Grandmother. Que, I repeated. Que el esta hablando?

Maria, my abuela started slowly. Quando tu termines este ano de escuela, tu va ir con el, para otra escuela. E tu va regresir en el verano.

I whipped my head to Dumbledore and said as calmly as I could. What are you talking about?

What I am talking about, is that from know on you will be attending my school, the one where I am the headmaster, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

WHAT!

Spanish:

ven adentro.-Come inside

Necestamos hablar-we need to talk

Abuelita, quien es este? Porque el esta llamando me Aria-Grandma who is this and why is he calling my Aria

El te va decir, tenes paciencia, -He is going to tell you, have patience

Esta bien Senora Mercedes-Its Ok

Es verdad. El es su Abuelo, la papa de su madre.- Its true, he is your grandfather, thee father of your mother.

Tu sabia esto –you knew this

Si, por doce anos, yo sabia quien era su mama, que el va regresir para te quando tu tenia once anos.. Tu eres me nieta favorita Perdona me que si yo nunca te mostre. Yo pelio con el quando el queria verte 2 anos patras. Yo no lo dejo. Pero ahora, tu necesita saber la verdad. Escucha-------.-Yes for 12 years. I knew who your mother was, that your grandfather would return for you once you where 11 years old. You were my favorite granddaughter, forgive me if I never showed it. I fought to keep you two years ago when he wanted to see you. I did not want to let him. But now, you need to know the truth. Listen to him

Pare, el es su familia. Por favor dale un pocito de respecto. –stop, he is your family.

Please show him a little respect.


Quando tu termines este ano de escuela, tu va ir con el, para otra escuela. E tu va regresir en el verano.-when you finish the school year you are going with him. And returning next summer.