Hello! This idea randomly popped into my head and I have decided to write it down. So, here it goes.

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Minerva McGonagall looked at the girl in front of her. Thirteen years old, she had honey-blonde hair in ringlets that fell a few inches past her shoulders. Her eye colour matched the amber that hung at the hallow of her neck on a black ribbion. Her creamy skin contrasted greatly with the black ribbon, for it was quite close to pure white. Professor McGonagall had just sent out numerous patronuses to the teachers of hogwarts. They filed in now. Neville Longbottom, the herbology professor, Professor Slughorn, the potions master, tiny Professor Flitwick, the charms teacher, Ginny Weasly, she now taught transfiguration in place of Minerva, and, lastly, the defense against the dark arts teacher, Harry Potter.

Ginny was the first to speak. "So, why are we here? Who's this?" She asked as her eyes fell on the girl. The girl wrapped her thick hair around her finger nervously.

"This is Adelia Maren. She posesses magic." The headmistress explained.

"Why wasn't she here earlier this year? And she looks a bit to old to be eleven." Harry said, scruitenizing her.

"Adelia has a different kind of magic that is much harder to sense." That was Dumbledore's portrait, looking on at them from the wall. The girl looked terribly frightened that the pictures were talking to her. No doubt she was a muggle born.

"What kind of magic?" Slughorn asked, interested.

"I'll show you." That was from the girl. Her voice was raspy but nice to listen to. "D'you have a glass of water? A fire would do, but that's not too safe and air is always hard to see. We're indoors so I can't use the earth."

"She can't seriously do magic with elements." Ginny said.

Adelia took the glass of water Professor McGonagall gave her. Putting her hands on each side of the glass, she lifted them up and the water came with them, though she did not touch it. Once it was in the air, the girl used her hands to shape the water like one would a snowball, again, without touching it. When it was a perfect sphere, she drew it back closer to her, and then released, sent it whizzing straight to the redheaded woman who didn't beleive her.

Ginny coughed and sputtered. Her head and shoulders were soaked. When she looked up at her husband, he looked as though having a battle with himself to control his laughter. She scowled.

"She's a troublemaker, Minerva. Look what she did to me!" She exclaimed. As soon as the last word left her lips, a strong, bone-chillingly cold wind came at her. When it died down, she was completly dry. McGonagall sent a reproving look at the girl on the other side of her desk.

"I was simply helping her out by drying her." She said, the picture of innocence.

"What is she?" Neville asked, finally.

"She is an elemental." Dumbledore said. "They are extremly rare. She's probably the only living one, at the moment. She will be taking classes with the children her age, that is to say, the third years. She may do things a bit....differently."

"What about charms and transfiguration and defense against the dark arts?" Flitwick asked. "She can't use a wand, she can't take those classes."

"You may find that Adelia will have other ways to do what the class is doing." McGonagall said briskly.

"What about her house?" Harry asked. "Will she be sorted or what?"

McGonagall thought for a moment. "No, she'll have her own rooms...She could be potentially hazardous."

"Could you please stop talking about me as though I'm not right here?" Adelia asked, looking the headmistress directly in the eye. The ferocity of her gaze was marred when her stomach let out a large growl.

"Ah, Professor Longbottom, could you take Adelia to the kitchens and get her something to eat, please?" She asked. Neville nodded. Everyone else heard the dismissal of the conversation of her voice and left the room.

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Adelia followed the professor down the hall until he stopped at a portrait, tickled the pear, and it swung open. Behind the hidden door were hundreds of small, strange, almost human creatures. They provided the girl with a large meal and left her be.

"Can you work with plants, too?" Professor Longbottom asked. "You said you could do stuff with earth, does that extend to plants?" He looked excited.

"Oh, yes." She said. Her eyes lit up. "Plants are great fun to work with. Pretty, too. It always helped to be able to grow plants, 'specially foods."

"How did it help?" He asked, looking his confusion. She remained silent. When she was done with her late dinner, she was shown to the moderately sized room she was to live in. She thanked the professor and went to sleep, not knowing what to expect of tomarrow.

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So, what do you think? Thank you for reading - Emma