Prolog: and so it begins
This story starts with a girl like many stories before this have. She was intelligent and brave, friendly to most but still an outcast. Most never knew why. You see she was a witch.
Coming from a promising pureblood family she was expected to be nothing other than that. Her mother, a Japanese-American witch, had raised her daughter to be tolerant of muggles and respectful of the fact that they did things the hard way. Her British father found this train of thought amusing and instead showed her the usefulness of what the wizarding world had dubbed muggle artifacts.
She grew up in a New York City constantly surrounded by the everyday bustle of muggles. She went to a muggle school till she was 11 when she received a dozen owls asking for her to go to different wizarding schools. It was almost 7 years later when she found herself at the one school she dreaded the most, Hogwarts.
It wasn't so much the school but rather the headmaster that prompted Eltanin K. Dumbledore's dislike.
It was a day like any other for Eltanin, school, friends and the overwhelming happiness of going home. She just finished school. Graduating with honors and being named valedictorian was no big deal but the possibilities of her life now where causing everything short of disorientation. She packed her trunk and got ready to apparate home. The school was letting her leave a few weeks early because it was common knowledge that the last month was nothing but partying for 7th years.
Eltanin took one last look around her messy dorm room before apparating home. The mess that met her was worse. She arrived to screams of terror and the sirens of an ambulance. Instinctively she looked up for smoke. All she saw was a glittering skull with a snake. Tears interrupted her vision as she glanced around for her parents.
Four hours later she found herself in a daze surrounded my Bureau of Magic agents in a white hallway that she assumed was a hospital. She spent five days there before a small funeral was arranged for her dead parents.
At the end of the funeral she was approached by one of the agent wizards. "Miss?" the man spoke to her calmly, "Miss, you are to go to your grandfather now. I'm sure you understand the legality of this."
She nodded her head not daring to meet his eyes. 'They're probably sympathetic' she thought to herself, 'I don't need sympathy, I can handle this on my own.'
For the first time the agent actually looked at the victim. She was 17 and almost an adult in her own right. Her short brown hair, almost to the point of black, gave a boyish appearance that was offset by two blood red shoulder length bangs framing her face. Her slanted golden eyes, even though down turned, radiated power and knowledge. She was ready to face the world as a hardcore girl with a piercing gaze and a simple piercing on her right eyebrow.
He remembered how hard it was to start out in the world and winced when he remembered that she had to do it alone. He was quickly distracted from thinking of her by a memo that flew over to him and flapped expectantly.
"Uh, Miss, we can leave for the London ministry now." He pulled out a key, "Now just hold this. Ministry of magic people will great you there. Have a nice trip." With that he taped the key in her hand with his wand and murmured a few words before she felt the portkey work.
In a swarm of color the Ministry of magic appeared around her.
"Miss Dumbledore!" came a screeching voice. "How did you take the attack on your parents? Where you there? How many muggles where killed? How long do you expect to stay with your grandfather? Is-"
"Bug off Rita, the girls gone through enough already," interrupted a male voice. Eltanin looked at the red headed man who saved her from the barrage of questions. "Arthur Weasley," he said holding out his hand.
Eltanin shook it gently then asked what was bugging her the most, "Do I have to go?"
Arthur laughed, " 'fraid so. But don't worry you're going to the safest place in the wizarding world."
"How am I going to get to Hogwarts?" she asked ignoring the feeling of dread starting to form in the pit of her stomach.
"You have two choices, you can go by floo powder directly to the castle. Or if you want to take your time you can apparate to Hogsmead and walk up to Hogwarts." He looked at her for a second before she disappeared with a small pop.
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AN: wow isn't this something can't wait till someone actually reads this. *Snorts with laughter* yeah right keep your hopes up. None will ever read this story.
This story starts with a girl like many stories before this have. She was intelligent and brave, friendly to most but still an outcast. Most never knew why. You see she was a witch.
Coming from a promising pureblood family she was expected to be nothing other than that. Her mother, a Japanese-American witch, had raised her daughter to be tolerant of muggles and respectful of the fact that they did things the hard way. Her British father found this train of thought amusing and instead showed her the usefulness of what the wizarding world had dubbed muggle artifacts.
She grew up in a New York City constantly surrounded by the everyday bustle of muggles. She went to a muggle school till she was 11 when she received a dozen owls asking for her to go to different wizarding schools. It was almost 7 years later when she found herself at the one school she dreaded the most, Hogwarts.
It wasn't so much the school but rather the headmaster that prompted Eltanin K. Dumbledore's dislike.
It was a day like any other for Eltanin, school, friends and the overwhelming happiness of going home. She just finished school. Graduating with honors and being named valedictorian was no big deal but the possibilities of her life now where causing everything short of disorientation. She packed her trunk and got ready to apparate home. The school was letting her leave a few weeks early because it was common knowledge that the last month was nothing but partying for 7th years.
Eltanin took one last look around her messy dorm room before apparating home. The mess that met her was worse. She arrived to screams of terror and the sirens of an ambulance. Instinctively she looked up for smoke. All she saw was a glittering skull with a snake. Tears interrupted her vision as she glanced around for her parents.
Four hours later she found herself in a daze surrounded my Bureau of Magic agents in a white hallway that she assumed was a hospital. She spent five days there before a small funeral was arranged for her dead parents.
At the end of the funeral she was approached by one of the agent wizards. "Miss?" the man spoke to her calmly, "Miss, you are to go to your grandfather now. I'm sure you understand the legality of this."
She nodded her head not daring to meet his eyes. 'They're probably sympathetic' she thought to herself, 'I don't need sympathy, I can handle this on my own.'
For the first time the agent actually looked at the victim. She was 17 and almost an adult in her own right. Her short brown hair, almost to the point of black, gave a boyish appearance that was offset by two blood red shoulder length bangs framing her face. Her slanted golden eyes, even though down turned, radiated power and knowledge. She was ready to face the world as a hardcore girl with a piercing gaze and a simple piercing on her right eyebrow.
He remembered how hard it was to start out in the world and winced when he remembered that she had to do it alone. He was quickly distracted from thinking of her by a memo that flew over to him and flapped expectantly.
"Uh, Miss, we can leave for the London ministry now." He pulled out a key, "Now just hold this. Ministry of magic people will great you there. Have a nice trip." With that he taped the key in her hand with his wand and murmured a few words before she felt the portkey work.
In a swarm of color the Ministry of magic appeared around her.
"Miss Dumbledore!" came a screeching voice. "How did you take the attack on your parents? Where you there? How many muggles where killed? How long do you expect to stay with your grandfather? Is-"
"Bug off Rita, the girls gone through enough already," interrupted a male voice. Eltanin looked at the red headed man who saved her from the barrage of questions. "Arthur Weasley," he said holding out his hand.
Eltanin shook it gently then asked what was bugging her the most, "Do I have to go?"
Arthur laughed, " 'fraid so. But don't worry you're going to the safest place in the wizarding world."
"How am I going to get to Hogwarts?" she asked ignoring the feeling of dread starting to form in the pit of her stomach.
"You have two choices, you can go by floo powder directly to the castle. Or if you want to take your time you can apparate to Hogsmead and walk up to Hogwarts." He looked at her for a second before she disappeared with a small pop.
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AN: wow isn't this something can't wait till someone actually reads this. *Snorts with laughter* yeah right keep your hopes up. None will ever read this story.