Disclaimer: I'll say it once and I'll only say it once! I DON'T OWN HARRY POTTER OR ANYTHING OTHER THAN REBECCA WHO IS A PROUD OC!
Rebecca's POV:
Finding out you were a witch was always quite an experience for muggle-borns like myself, but in a way it could be described as slightly worse for me; being an Amish person of course. From the moment the lady with glasses and dressed in a cloak walked in, I knew I would remember that day for the rest of my life.
It started off during dinner time really – it started with a knock on the door. At the time we were talking about our work for the day, and homework we had to do, my mother scolding my elder sister for not wearing her kapp correctly.
When the knock was heard my father promptly answered the door – that was when I first caught sight of the lady. She came in, speaking rather properly as she did so, and started explaining about a magical school that I'd been accepted into, what made it funny was that I was excited, whereas my mother grew paler at every word.
The lady didn't take no for an answer, and eventually talked my mother into letting me go there, of course I was eavesdropping at this point, when she came in with the letter my father ordered me to go outside and do my homework or go to bed.
Eventually my mother came upstairs, telling me that I wasn't going to be back for a while and she helped me pack my clothes. When I came downstairs with my clothes the lady immediately led me out and told me that we were going to go shopping for school supplies as she placed my items on a carriage.
"When do we get there?" I asked after a few hours, my father probably would've called it childish, but in all honesty I didn't care anymore.
"Soon" she replied, at that moment the carriage stopped, she got out and I got excited, expecting that my journey was over, but of course it wasn't. As I left the carriage I saw that we were in the middle of nowhere, but she didn't seem to mind. She simply picked up my small suitcase and shoved a doll into my hand.
That's another thing I doubt that I'll ever forget. The sensation of twisting and turning, dizziness overcoming my vision before heavily landing on the ground... yup, wouldn't forget that moment, as that was the first time, I lost consciousness when I wasn't sleeping.
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When I woke, the sun was setting. Or was it rising? I wouldn't know either way! I didn't have much recollection over anything, and started freaking out when I found myself in an unfamiliar and rather grey room with brown furniture. But then the memories of the past day/s came back. The lady with the glasses, my mother ushering me out of the house as if she couldn't move fast enough, the long carriage ride and finally the doll that made me dizzy.
"You are awake. Then come, we have a long day" a feminine voice called, looking up it was the lady from yesterday. She didn't look like the normal old Amish lady like she did when she came to our house. Her hair was still in a tight bun, but instead of a black cap she was wearing a pointed black hat that leaned slightly to the side, and wore beautiful and elegant emerald green robes... a really unusual combination in my opinion!
I ended up following her instructions though – refusing to talk. Quickly, and almost robotically I tied my hair back as tightly as I could, before putting my black kapp over my head, adjusting the straps to fit it properly. I could hear the lady mumbling as I did so, referring to it as stupidity, and quite honestly – I had to agree with her.
The caps were like a prison, and were really annoying, but I'd have to wear them for a while. I'd already promised myself I'd get out of there as soon as possible, and maybe this would be my opportunity. As soon as I was on whatever would take us to the school they were talking about, I'd take my cap off, and celebrate my freedom.
That's when I'd cut off my Amish ties... until I went back home, there I'd pretend I was still the good, hard-working Amish girl... though I'd like to trim my hair at one point!
As she walked, I silently followed her outside, immediately feeling rather odd as the stares bore holes into me from all sides, though eventually we arrived in a type of bar... or club... I'd read about them in some books, but then again I wasn't that good at reading, so I wasn't sure if I understood everything.
"Ah, Minerva, good to see you!" a voice called from behind the bench serving drinks. The lady who was leading me – and who appeared to be called Minerva (I'd hate my mother for it) – just gave them a glance and they just fell silent, beginning to clean the glasses.
I had a feeling that... Minerva wasn't the person to cross if you wanted to live past the age of 20! She led me down into a back room, and using her wand she tapped several bricks... I was starting to wonder if my parents had made the right choice letting me go with her until I saw the bricks start to move, I gasped whilst they did so.
"This is Diagon Alley, where we'll collect your supplies"
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I felt rather... odd as I walked through Diagon Alley, not to mention rather insignificant! I don't really know how I ended up getting the money, but apparently my parents spared a bit of money to be converted – and if it wasn't enough, the school would pay for my supplies, me then paying them back after I finished school.
I myself didn't really like the idea of a loan as these people called it; but if I wanted to get out of the community I was born into, this seemed an excellent opportunity, as mentioned before.
As we walked though the street and past stalls, I saw different people act in completely different ways. Some people were laughing and talking to friends, others were following adults as I was looking lost and confused, and some people I saw even looked... bored. I myself didn't see how anyone could find this place boring, but then again they might've been here before.
Continuing on, I heard hushed whispers, and a few stares as I walked past, sometimes I even heard laughter and that's when I was sure of one thing; as soon as I was on the train to this mysterious school I'd get rid of the clothes.
People often say you shouldn't run from who you are, but I was positive about one thing. I wouldn't be the little Amish girl anymore.
And I'd never subject my family to that!
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