The Loyalties of a Badger.
A/N: This is my first story written in the Harry Potter world.
Just a few notes.
1. I hope you enjoy this
2. Some characters may not be depicted totally to ones own beliefs. Please accept my own opinions to the characters.
3. Some events may not be totally true to J.K's works and since it is a fan fic I hope you respect them.
4. I don't own the characters that are not my own. They are J.K's and I will not be using her world/terms or characters for my own gain.
5. Please review.
The Loyalties of a Badger.
Chapter 1: Her Birthday
It was the afternoon. The day had been a good one. The air was warm and the clouds in the sky were fluffy and white that a young girl and her father were happy laying in the grass just staring at them. They were very similar in looks. Both had dark brown hair, almost like melted dark chocolate and in stature they had the exactly the same. He was short and she would grow to the same length. However they were both lean and had a cheery disposition. The young girl was laying next to her father pointing up to the clouds as he stroked her hair. They were in their backyard which was filled with flowers yet was neat and tidy. Since it was very warm, the child was growing sleeping and had begun yawning into her father's chest.
"Sleepy my little swan?" He asked her. She nodded her head and mumbled quietly at him before snuggling closer.
"Daddy.. Why do I have to be swan? I am not graceful nor am I beautiful or whimsical. I never got that from my mother." Her father chuckled in response, he expected something along that. She normally did ask something similar to that question and as usual his response was
"What would you rather be then? A penguin? A kitten? A Puppy?" He gave her a tickle and she squealed and laughed tickling him back. They calmed down shortly after in which the girl promptly said
"A Badger."
This caused him to laugh again. Never before had she given an answer so promptly or so determined. As he opened his eyes from his merriment, his child looked hurt and embarrassed.
"Why a badger then my Cynthia?" his child brightened up and began pawing his chest as she knelt next to her father before opening her mouth to speak.
The child was interrupted by a rather soft sound coming from the back door. It was a whistle, the sound sounded like cooing to the child and both her and her father looked. Her mother stood there in a rather plain dress and shoes. Her mother was beautiful with a small pixie face and honey eyes which her child inherited. Yet that is all. The woman smiled happily and waved her husband and child into the house.
Cynthia tilted her head but answered her summons and stood, brushed the grass off her green dress and took her father's hand and they walked inside. Their house was somewhat large near Brenchley, a small parish in Kent, England. As they walked inside, they met Gretel in the lounge room. It was spacious with a large fireplace and large cushiony chairs. The girl however had seen this place all too often and automatically curled up into the couch she claimed as hers. Her father sat next to her mother and her mother held out a letter to the child. Cynthia wasn't bothered by the lack of discussion. They were all comfortable and close, they spent a majority of their time in silence, only occasionally speaking about a topic that they had read or come across. Personal matter were discussed in private.
"Someone sent you a letter dear. I don't know if you want to read it now or after your birthday dinner. Yet you have had a big day and you do seen ultimately tired." Her mother began before her eyes flickered to the letter now held in Cynthia's small hands. The girl nodded in returned as she remembered her birthday events.
As like her other birthdays, her mother and father woke her up with a little song, placing a loving kiss on her forehead. Cynthia knew they knew she had been awake long before she had and they followed her as she ran out of her room and onto the rug in the lounge room. As she knelt, her parents joined her and they gave her just one present, yet she didn't expect anything else. Her present this year was a necklace. It was shaped as the word "Forever" with two blue stones in the F. She was grateful and happy. They took her out for breakfast to her grandmother's just down the road and then they went to 'have some fun' as her father pointed out, which caused her mother to frown. And fun they did, they went to Royal Tunbridge Wells. Cynthia always had more fun with her father than her mother. There was no exact reason she could identify.
Cynthia frowned and turned the letter over before looking up at her mother. A shock passed through her as she saw a seal of wax with an emblem of a school crest. She could faintly make out the words.
"Di- Did you read the back? It is a letter from a school.. Did you read which school?" Cynthia asked her mother, the excitement bubbling in the girl was almost unbearable that she proceeded to jump up and hug her father. She cut her mother off as she answered. "It says Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry!"
She received silence for her little bit of happiness. She blinked and brushed her hair out from her face and focussed her eyes on her parents. "It is a real school... isn't it?" Her parents shook her head and the girl turned away with disappointment. She proceeded to walk outside and to the large oak in her backyard. She sat on one of the large limbs and opened the letter.
HOGWARTS SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY.
Headmaster: ALBUS DUMBLEDORE
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc, Chf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. Of Warlocks. )
Dear Cynthia Turner
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on September 1st , We await your owl by no later than July 31st.
Yours Sincerely
Minerva McGonagall.
Deputy Headmistress.
Cynthia looked up from the letter completely confused. Owl? How do I send an owl? she asked herself before looking up and seeing her father. She blinked and showed him the letter. She figured it was some practical joke by one of the boys from school. Again she blinked, this time to make the hot tears that threatened to spill over from actually doing so. Faintly the doorbell rang.
Cynthia smiled softly, ignoring her father, who was about to comfort his child and her disappointment. She hopped out of her tree and entered her house, crossing through the hall to the front door. She opened it, expected anyone other than the woman standing in front of her.
Her honey eyes looked upon the woman with great curiosity. A rather tall woman with blonde hair and swirling violet eyes. A small button nose was the focal point since there was a star stud in it. She wore purple robes and a rather smart black and dark purple business suit underneath.
"Hello child. My name is Evelyn Hollingberry, you must be Miss Turner. Did I beat the owl?" She said with a smile on her face. She seemed to stretch the r's a little.
"Umm. Hello Miss. Yes, I am Cynthia Turner and I am a little confused. How do you mean beat the owl?" was the child's reply, somewhat holding the door in front of her as a makeshift shield.
"This must be a little confusing child. I am here to explain a lett-" the woman, Miss Hollingberry, was cut off by Mr. Turner approaching and rather politely interrupting the woman.
"Excuse me. Cynthia, do you know this woman?"
"Well father.. this is Mi-"
"I am Evelyn Hollingberry, I am here to explain a letter that was meant for Cynthia. I hope you have received it or about too." She looked overhead briefly before pulling out her watch. "No, you should have received it, he is always on time.."
Cynthia and her father looked at each other briefly.
"Err. Yes we did get a letter -"
"From Hogwarts " Cynthia interrupted her father, she did catch the glare but ignored it.
"Brilliant!" was the reply from the lady, "Have you opened it? Because it is really important. We need to send a confirmation lett- Oh bollocks, I am rushing ahead again." Evelyn trailed off at the end before clapping her hands sharply (startling both Cynthia and her father) and smiling. "Mind if I come in? It might come as a bit of a shock?"
"What might?" the child ask. In return, the woman smiled proudly, bending down to have direct eye contact with her and said.
"You are a witch Miss Turner, and have been invited to learn at one of the best magical schools in Europe."
Cynthia nodded and let the woman in. She caught her father's eye, who in turn nodded. It didn't cause any shock to Cynthia. Only excitement bubbled up inside her as she followed the woman into the lounge room.