Hey everyone, So this is a story about Colleen, a late in life witch and her many encounters with Sirius Black. This story takes place in 2010, so post DH obviously. I have reworked this chapter a little to make it more reader friendly hope, you like it!
Chapter 1: A Late Bloomer
This all started because I was a late bloomer. Not like puberty late bloomer, god no, that unfortunately, came super early. No, I mean a magical late bloomer, or a late in life witch. I'm sure you've heard of it somewhere along the line. But for those of you who don't know the details I'll give them to you. So without any further ado, here are the condensed and very basic facts about us late bloomers.
Number 1, there are very few late bloomers in the world, we are very rare. i.e. I am a freak among witches.
Number 2, they're always women. (This is clearly because women are way more powerful than men )
Number 3, we are always abnormally powerful, which is actually a pain in the ass. (You have all this power and absolutely no idea what to do with it)
Number 4, we're always muggleborn; (I have no idea why.)
Number 5, someone is always trying to kill us. (It's a drag really, but come on a super powerful woman; of course someone is trying to kill us.)
Now that we're all on the same page, for the most part anyway, I will tell you a generic version of my life story before I met Harry Potter and posse, which is what your all really interested in yeah? Here goes.
I lived as a muggle until the Halloween morning of my 21st year. I woke up and I just felt different. I felt powerful, which was definitely something I never felt before. I was a university student studying psych. I hung out with my friends, got wasted on the weekends, dated a couple boys and was basically a normal woman. Everything changed that morning. Sometimes I wish I could have just kept on living my life like a regular girl.
But most of the time, even thought there is so much extra shit to deal with, I'm thankful I became a witch.
So that particular Halloween was on a school day and I had class, so I got up and was getting ready. I still lived with my parents and siblings, but they had already left for work and school that morning. As I was eating my breakfast there was a knock at the front door and my dogs started barking manically, which was weird because they were usually very quiet. I looked out the peep hole and saw a funnily dressed woman at the door.
I thought it might be the Jehovah's Witnesses (No offense). and so I didn't answer. The woman continued to knock and I heard her call my name. I wondered how she knew who I was and so grudgingly I opened the door.
Ms. Colleen McAvoy? The woman asked. Yes I replied. Then to make a long story short she told me I was a witch, about my powers. She swept me off to this tutor who taught me everything he knew about magic.
OK it was awesome I loved magic from the moment I got my hands on a wand. I was good at it too, which was surprising, cause I wasn't a very talented person before that.
So naturally I found out I was a witch in the middle of a war; a war on women to be exact. Think Iran on a bad day, and that was the witching/wizarding world of America. We had to wear these very nun like outfits when we went out into any wizarding area, they government had changed the school curriculum for girls, they were only learning very basic and householdish spells, we couldn't hold office, things like that.
Basically they were doing everything they could so that wizards would have the upper hand and all the power. I swear: keep em barefoot and pregnant should have been the country's motto.
Okay: So there is only one reason why one group oppresses another: fear. Fear that the oppressed group will rise up and do to them, what they have been doing all along. So basically, It was a bad time to be a late bloomer. A muggle born, powerful chick; I was practically enemy number 1. I pretty much had no idea what was going on. I knew however, I was certainly not going to stand for it. I like my rights, thank you very much.
So my tutors taught me everything they knew, which included how to defend myself. I got in quite a few minor scuffles here and there before shit hit the fan. So the powers at hand decided that I had way to much power for a chick and that threatening me didn't work so they went after my family and friends. How very Voldemortish of them, no?
So basically, I'm alone. My mentors and tutors, except for the one who betrayed us and told them who of mine to kill, were either dead or imprisoned, American ladies are suffering, and then I get word that my best friend in the whole world Jen, has been captured. That was the last straw, Who the hell did they think they were fucking with?
So me and my remaining witch and wizard compadres go and take out the president of oppression, Bolvechek, in a terribly violent manner that I won't go into details about; there was blood, lots of it, and get my friend back.
I summarized and made it much cooler than it actually was. For the most part I was scared shitless and had no idea what I was doing, but in the end we prevailed for the most part anyway. So now girls and boys learn the same things, witches can wear pretty much whatever they want, etc.
But here is the kicker. So a guy is still in charge of the American Wizarding Community, which would be fine, we had a lot of men fighting on our side. But this man Mackeson, is a douche, and I say that mostly because he told me I was not wanted in America and If I stayed I had to give up my wand. Now why would they kick out to the heroine of the god damn free world? Well my dears, this is why.
The seeds of inequality were planted deep, and although it was fine for Witches and Wizards to be equal, it was not fine for a woman to be in power. Myself being the most powerful thing around was quite a threat, it didn't help that there was that whole violent incident I mentioned before. So I was labled as an unstable, violent, crazy bitch and was ousted from my homeland.
Well more bribed than anything. Mackeson wasn't so stupid as to test my patience too much and so he gave me copious amounts of gold in exchange for my departure. But It all worked out for the best because I would have never met HP and co. if I had stayed in the good old U.S of A.
I decided to go to London. Jen and I had studied abroad there at a muggle university, and I had the best time of my life. So I figured why not go back. Besides, I desperately wanted to see the wizarding world of London. I dragged Jen with me, we were pretty much the only people we knew in the world that was still alive, So we said our goodbyes and said hello London!
We decided to stay at the famed Leaky Cauldron, which was pretty nice for being 400 years old, way better than that Motel 6 in New Orleans anyway. No bugs or gunshots in this place(long story). So I had a lot of money, and I wanted a really stellar old London home, but as I could not find one that I really liked I was going on my 3rd week at the Leaky Cauldron.
The people of London had heard of me and were generally more welcoming of my presence than my fellow countrymen. I found that pretty much any country that has dealt w/ Voldemort, is cool with people who stand up against oppression and prejudice.
So I was meeting a few people here and there and was getting along really well with Hannah Abbot the owner of the Leaky Cauldron. She was dating Neville Longbottom, who we all know was friends w/ Harry Potter. Which is really how this whole story begins.
Hannah told me that Harry was selling a house that had once belonged to the famous Sirius Black. At first I thought it was Grimauld Place, but it wasn't and I was a little disappointed, but I digress. Anyway this was the house that Alphard Black had given to Sirius and Harry had inherited it upon Sirius' death. The black's were an old family and I figured this house might be cool, so I decided to contact Harry and have a look.
That is how I met Harry Potter and Friends. I bought the house which was this amazing 4 story London townhouse. It was very old and very ornately decorated, in a gothic style which I usually wouldn't have liked but it worked there, so I kept most of the things as they were.
Harry and I really got along, seeing as we had both vanquished evil wizards. Hermione, Ginny and I started hanging out and doing girly things together, which was a welcome release from all the violence and destruction in my life. Sometimes I think there is nothing better than watching the notebook, eating tons of Ice cream and painting your nails. Ron was very funny so of course I liked him, and my life seemed to be going quite swimmingly for once.
Until……
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