The wind blew the young girls dark raven hair away from her face as she
swung in her seat. Her name was Athena, and she was ten. She was in her
room, swinging in a small seat attached to the ceiling. A swing of sorts.
The window was open, adding to the cool breeze.
It was very relaxing really. Not many people have a swing in their room. Then again, not many people were Athena.
Athena was the only child of Albus and Minerva Dumbledore, and she was their greatest hope and dream. The only setback was the Athena herself didn't want to be. She often sat on her swing with her window open to get a chance to relax. Her mother and father's restless chattering about Hogwarts and Transfigurations was irritating to say the least.
A knock sounded loudly and hollowly on her door and she groaned, leaning back on her swing so that her hair hung down and she was staring at the door upside-down, "Go away."
"Athena, you have to come out, it's dinner." Her mothers voice came through the thick wood and Athena sighed.
"But mu-um," She wined, "Can't I just eat in here?"
The door creaked open, and Minerva stood there, her black hair tied back in a messy bun, her wand sticking out of it, in easy reach, and in her hands was a vast mass of books. From the thin "Transfiguring Transfigurations" by the esteemed Emeric Switch, to the thick, "Ten Ton Tome Of Tongue Tying Transfigurations" by Theodore Twitch.
"I don't think so honey, the last time that happened we lost a plate out the window." Minerva began to take the books out of her arms and placed the "Ten Ton Tome" on the bottom, under "A Guide to Transfigurations: Grade One" which was underneath, "Conjuring Tea to Lesser Things" which was placed next to "OK, So Now You're a Toad?" and "Transfiguring Transfigurations." Athena eyed the books wearily.
"Mum, I cannot finish those in two months." She proclaimed, as the "Ten Ton Tome" wavered on the edge of the table.
"Of course not, Athena," Her mother scolded, then pulled out "A Guide to Transfigurations: Grade One" and "Transfiguring Transfigurations", "You need to bring these two to school, and the others you can read here."
Athena shook her head, but stood up, brushing past her mother with an indignant sniff. She walked a slowly down the whitewashed halls of her mothers summer cottage in Scotland. She paused at the window, and looked over the loch the cottage was set on. The water was rippling near the reeds, and a frog croaked as it splashed into murky water. Sighing, she continued to troop to the dining room, and as she rounded the corner she heard her mum close the door of her bedroom with an audible snap. Quickening her pace she reached the dining room and was seated as her mother came around the corner.
Minerva chanced a small smile as she sat down, but Athena did not respond, besides taking a large bite of broccoli and cheese. Minerva sighed, and began her own meal as Albus entered the room, "Ah, my two favorite ladies!" He cried, and swooped down to give Minerva a peck on the cheek.
Minerva gave a strained smile, but Athena's face remained emotionless as she continued to eat her broccoli and cheese.
Albus smiled, "And how is my little Transfiguration Bug?" He asked Athena, but she stared down at her plate, her anger rising.
Minerva's smile faltered and died, but she said nothing, just stared at her ten-year-old daughter expectantly.
"I don't like Transfigurations." Athena whispered.
Albus cocked his head, "What was that dear? We didn't catch it."
"I - don't like Transfigurations." Athena faltered.
They stared at her, and Athena hung her head, her hair falling into the cheese sauce. Her parents stared in shock as their minds slogged through the fact that their daughter did not like Transfigurations.
Minerva cracked the silence, "Just because you don't like it, doesn't mean you're not good at it."
Athena scowled, "But I'm not! I know I'm not! I can feel it."
Albus shook his head, "Have you tried?"
"W-well, no."
"Then how do you know?"
"I just know, okay? I can feel it; I'm not good Transfigurations! Just because you and Mum are brilliant with it, doesn't mean I bloody well have to be!" She yelled, standing up furiously and knocking over her chair.
Minerva stood as well, her face set in stone as she reverted to her teacher face, "Athena Aaliyah Dumbledore! You will never speak to your father like that! Go to your room!"
"Fine!" She screamed, "I HATE YOU!"
Albus frowned and shook his head as Athena ran from the dining room, slamming shut and locking her door before barricading it with her small dresser. She collapsed onto her bed and cried in frustration, before picking herself up off the damp pillows and searching around for her Mum's old school trunk, and began packing things into it. Her brand new Hogwarts robes, that she would be wearing in two months, on her birthday, her cauldron, spell books (even the Transfigurations books. All five.), her hat, everything. She collapsed back onto her bed as her four-month kitten slunk out from the dusty under space under her bed, with her she pulled a large spider, and Athena's nose wrinkled as one of the long spindly legs fell onto the floor.
"Luna," She muttered, picking up the little black cat, and pulling out the spider with a disgusted 'bleh', "No more spiders." She scolded, waving the spider at her. Luna swatted at it, and Athena pulled it away, throwing it out the window where it fluttered down the cliff. "We're going on a trip, Luna." She smiled slightly, "Are you packed, love?" Luna mewed and Athena smiled. "Good girl."
She placed the kitten down on the bed, and pace around the room, before stopping at the bedroom door, and pushed her dresser out of the way, she crept out into the hall, past her parents bedroom where their voices came briefly to her; ".What are we going to do?"
Athena frowned but headed on to the kitchen, where she nimbly avoided the House Elves, who were to eager to help, and made herself enough food to last a week on the road. She packed it into a large paper bag crept back to the hallway, where her Father's voice echoed faintly, "We could always send her to Durmstrang."
Her mother squeaked and Athena ran down the hall, redoubling her efforts to get away. Bursting into her room she threw the food into the trunk and pulled out one of the drawers in her dresser, pushing all the socks and underwear to the front she pulled out a large tin, and shook it. It jangled merrily, and she gave a ladylike grunt of satisfaction. In her tin she had one half of the birthday money she'd been saving for three years. Throwing that in the trunk as well, she slammed it shut, and thanked the gods her parents had placed a Silencing Charm on her room when she had been very taken with loud music on the WWN (Wizarding Wireless Network).
Sighing, she sank down on the trunk, and dozed.
(She was falling through space, gliding gently, and the stars around her winked merrily. Then her head tipped down and she went into a neck breaking dive, and she zoomed through the ceiling of the Great Hall at Hogwarts, and she saw her father standing in the middle of the great room, with students from all houses around them, and he held out his arm to catch her.
She fell gratefully, but at the last possible moment, he stepped aside, and she crashed into the ground.)
Athena woke to uproarious laughter, and she jerked her head around, and with the sudden motion she fell off her trunk. Tipping her head farther back she saw her clock/radio blinking cheerily at her, and the new DJ for the WWN, Ralph, or Ron or something, stopped laughing and continued his sentence.
"Thank you, Weird Sisters! We'll never forget this interview. This is Ron Weasley, signing off!"
She nodded, and fell off the trunk, and checked her radio again. The clock read ten thirty, and stood, picking up the old traveling cloak where she had discarded it and throwing it on. She cast her eyes around, and picked up her trunk, dragged it to the door, and dropped it again. Hurrying now, she picked up Luna off the bed, and placed her in the Muggle carrying case she had come in, and picked up the trunk once more. Opening the door she crept out, dragging the trunk carefully down the hall, past her parents room where her father was snoring, but she could still hear her mother flipping pages in a book.
She stopped and pressed her ear against the door. Sure enough, she could hear the crisp pages of her mothers book flipping back and she could almost picture the scene inside.
Her mother sitting on her side of the bed, lamp on, glasses hanging down her nose, bun still in place, with a large book in her lap. She would be flipping pages and occasionally her elbow would hit her sleeping father, whose snores always echoed throughout the house.
The light suddenly blew out in her parents room, and she moved on, passing though the dining room into the kitchen, where the house elves had long gone to bed, and she crept out through the kitchens back entrance, where she stopped, and breathed in the crisp cool air of the night.
Authors Notes: Sorry for the shortness of the chapter, may or may not be remedied in future chapters. Updates will be sporadic due to where I'm writing it. School is not the number one place to write a story, but, here we are. Apology's for not updating any other stories. My computer at home crashed and I started this last year.
Disclaimer: The dog ate my disclaimer.
The window was open, adding to the cool breeze.
It was very relaxing really. Not many people have a swing in their room. Then again, not many people were Athena.
Athena was the only child of Albus and Minerva Dumbledore, and she was their greatest hope and dream. The only setback was the Athena herself didn't want to be. She often sat on her swing with her window open to get a chance to relax. Her mother and father's restless chattering about Hogwarts and Transfigurations was irritating to say the least.
A knock sounded loudly and hollowly on her door and she groaned, leaning back on her swing so that her hair hung down and she was staring at the door upside-down, "Go away."
"Athena, you have to come out, it's dinner." Her mothers voice came through the thick wood and Athena sighed.
"But mu-um," She wined, "Can't I just eat in here?"
The door creaked open, and Minerva stood there, her black hair tied back in a messy bun, her wand sticking out of it, in easy reach, and in her hands was a vast mass of books. From the thin "Transfiguring Transfigurations" by the esteemed Emeric Switch, to the thick, "Ten Ton Tome Of Tongue Tying Transfigurations" by Theodore Twitch.
"I don't think so honey, the last time that happened we lost a plate out the window." Minerva began to take the books out of her arms and placed the "Ten Ton Tome" on the bottom, under "A Guide to Transfigurations: Grade One" which was underneath, "Conjuring Tea to Lesser Things" which was placed next to "OK, So Now You're a Toad?" and "Transfiguring Transfigurations." Athena eyed the books wearily.
"Mum, I cannot finish those in two months." She proclaimed, as the "Ten Ton Tome" wavered on the edge of the table.
"Of course not, Athena," Her mother scolded, then pulled out "A Guide to Transfigurations: Grade One" and "Transfiguring Transfigurations", "You need to bring these two to school, and the others you can read here."
Athena shook her head, but stood up, brushing past her mother with an indignant sniff. She walked a slowly down the whitewashed halls of her mothers summer cottage in Scotland. She paused at the window, and looked over the loch the cottage was set on. The water was rippling near the reeds, and a frog croaked as it splashed into murky water. Sighing, she continued to troop to the dining room, and as she rounded the corner she heard her mum close the door of her bedroom with an audible snap. Quickening her pace she reached the dining room and was seated as her mother came around the corner.
Minerva chanced a small smile as she sat down, but Athena did not respond, besides taking a large bite of broccoli and cheese. Minerva sighed, and began her own meal as Albus entered the room, "Ah, my two favorite ladies!" He cried, and swooped down to give Minerva a peck on the cheek.
Minerva gave a strained smile, but Athena's face remained emotionless as she continued to eat her broccoli and cheese.
Albus smiled, "And how is my little Transfiguration Bug?" He asked Athena, but she stared down at her plate, her anger rising.
Minerva's smile faltered and died, but she said nothing, just stared at her ten-year-old daughter expectantly.
"I don't like Transfigurations." Athena whispered.
Albus cocked his head, "What was that dear? We didn't catch it."
"I - don't like Transfigurations." Athena faltered.
They stared at her, and Athena hung her head, her hair falling into the cheese sauce. Her parents stared in shock as their minds slogged through the fact that their daughter did not like Transfigurations.
Minerva cracked the silence, "Just because you don't like it, doesn't mean you're not good at it."
Athena scowled, "But I'm not! I know I'm not! I can feel it."
Albus shook his head, "Have you tried?"
"W-well, no."
"Then how do you know?"
"I just know, okay? I can feel it; I'm not good Transfigurations! Just because you and Mum are brilliant with it, doesn't mean I bloody well have to be!" She yelled, standing up furiously and knocking over her chair.
Minerva stood as well, her face set in stone as she reverted to her teacher face, "Athena Aaliyah Dumbledore! You will never speak to your father like that! Go to your room!"
"Fine!" She screamed, "I HATE YOU!"
Albus frowned and shook his head as Athena ran from the dining room, slamming shut and locking her door before barricading it with her small dresser. She collapsed onto her bed and cried in frustration, before picking herself up off the damp pillows and searching around for her Mum's old school trunk, and began packing things into it. Her brand new Hogwarts robes, that she would be wearing in two months, on her birthday, her cauldron, spell books (even the Transfigurations books. All five.), her hat, everything. She collapsed back onto her bed as her four-month kitten slunk out from the dusty under space under her bed, with her she pulled a large spider, and Athena's nose wrinkled as one of the long spindly legs fell onto the floor.
"Luna," She muttered, picking up the little black cat, and pulling out the spider with a disgusted 'bleh', "No more spiders." She scolded, waving the spider at her. Luna swatted at it, and Athena pulled it away, throwing it out the window where it fluttered down the cliff. "We're going on a trip, Luna." She smiled slightly, "Are you packed, love?" Luna mewed and Athena smiled. "Good girl."
She placed the kitten down on the bed, and pace around the room, before stopping at the bedroom door, and pushed her dresser out of the way, she crept out into the hall, past her parents bedroom where their voices came briefly to her; ".What are we going to do?"
Athena frowned but headed on to the kitchen, where she nimbly avoided the House Elves, who were to eager to help, and made herself enough food to last a week on the road. She packed it into a large paper bag crept back to the hallway, where her Father's voice echoed faintly, "We could always send her to Durmstrang."
Her mother squeaked and Athena ran down the hall, redoubling her efforts to get away. Bursting into her room she threw the food into the trunk and pulled out one of the drawers in her dresser, pushing all the socks and underwear to the front she pulled out a large tin, and shook it. It jangled merrily, and she gave a ladylike grunt of satisfaction. In her tin she had one half of the birthday money she'd been saving for three years. Throwing that in the trunk as well, she slammed it shut, and thanked the gods her parents had placed a Silencing Charm on her room when she had been very taken with loud music on the WWN (Wizarding Wireless Network).
Sighing, she sank down on the trunk, and dozed.
(She was falling through space, gliding gently, and the stars around her winked merrily. Then her head tipped down and she went into a neck breaking dive, and she zoomed through the ceiling of the Great Hall at Hogwarts, and she saw her father standing in the middle of the great room, with students from all houses around them, and he held out his arm to catch her.
She fell gratefully, but at the last possible moment, he stepped aside, and she crashed into the ground.)
Athena woke to uproarious laughter, and she jerked her head around, and with the sudden motion she fell off her trunk. Tipping her head farther back she saw her clock/radio blinking cheerily at her, and the new DJ for the WWN, Ralph, or Ron or something, stopped laughing and continued his sentence.
"Thank you, Weird Sisters! We'll never forget this interview. This is Ron Weasley, signing off!"
She nodded, and fell off the trunk, and checked her radio again. The clock read ten thirty, and stood, picking up the old traveling cloak where she had discarded it and throwing it on. She cast her eyes around, and picked up her trunk, dragged it to the door, and dropped it again. Hurrying now, she picked up Luna off the bed, and placed her in the Muggle carrying case she had come in, and picked up the trunk once more. Opening the door she crept out, dragging the trunk carefully down the hall, past her parents room where her father was snoring, but she could still hear her mother flipping pages in a book.
She stopped and pressed her ear against the door. Sure enough, she could hear the crisp pages of her mothers book flipping back and she could almost picture the scene inside.
Her mother sitting on her side of the bed, lamp on, glasses hanging down her nose, bun still in place, with a large book in her lap. She would be flipping pages and occasionally her elbow would hit her sleeping father, whose snores always echoed throughout the house.
The light suddenly blew out in her parents room, and she moved on, passing though the dining room into the kitchen, where the house elves had long gone to bed, and she crept out through the kitchens back entrance, where she stopped, and breathed in the crisp cool air of the night.
Authors Notes: Sorry for the shortness of the chapter, may or may not be remedied in future chapters. Updates will be sporadic due to where I'm writing it. School is not the number one place to write a story, but, here we are. Apology's for not updating any other stories. My computer at home crashed and I started this last year.
Disclaimer: The dog ate my disclaimer.