"Your highness...your highness...Princess Victoria will you please pay attention"
Well there goes my break, honestly you'd have thought that they would have let me have the evening off. I had spent the entire day doing muggle studies such as mathematics and literacy and I was bored out of my mind. My mother, Princess Diana, saw this but did my caretaker, no.
"Adele, she has spent the entire day working, let her have a break, dinner will be served within the hour either way. Now is not the time for schoolwork."
And with that the evil witch that forces me to learn such basic studies was gone. Thank Merlin! You may be wondering who I am, it's funny really, how the muggles see what they want to see. The truth of the nature of the royal family has been kept secret for hundreds of years now and still, no one suspects a thing. Then again, it's the 90's, there aren't exactly wizards and witches anymore...Anyway, my name is Victoria Sophia Windsor, eldest child of Prince Charles and Princess Diana. I was born on a stormy night, typical for the end of April, on the 28th in 1980. My lineage is impressive to both the muggles and wizards I guess. To the muggles I am their princess but to the wizards, I am the culmination of generations of hatred and power. I am a descendant of two of the founders of Hogwarts, the two that used to be the closest of friends. I managed to avoid the ginger gene, unlike my two brothers, and have green eyes. I like green eyes don't get me wrong, but everyone else has blue eyes. It's funny how people say I look just like my mother, yet apart from the hair colour, we aren't all that similar, at least I don't think so.
Being royalty has meant that my wizarding education has been out on the backburner. I've never made a anything more than a basic potion and I don't own a wand. I am forced to go to a muggle school and converse with them as if they are my friends. And truth be told, some of them are. I enjoy their company, they make me forget that I am royalty, at least for a few minutes. It sucks, I won't lie, being royal. I haven't had a day to relax, I always have to look a certain way, act a certain way and speak a certain way or the media will have a field day.
This isn't to say that I don't know some magic, my mother has been teaching me behind my father's back. He didn't want me to be trained but unlike my brothers, I have skills that manifest themselves unless controlled. I don't need a wand, you see, with a wave of my hands and a muttering of the correct incantation, I can perform tricks and simple spells. I hope to develop this a bit more as time goes by, I'm even starting to be able to deflect spells and cast minor defensive and offensive spells. But without official training, I won't get anywhere with these skills. Back when I was eleven, I received an invitation to Hogwarts, just as my brother William did when he turned eleven back in 1993, and Harry this year (1995). I wanted to go, I really did, but my duty is firstly and foremostly, to my country - or at least that's what Adele has been drilling into my mind for the past fifteen years.
"You seem distracted Vicky, is everything okay? You can talk to me you know."
My mother, how I love her. She is so kind and caring, no matter the situation.
"Sorry mama, it's just...Harry got his letter today...and I am so tired of these boring muggle studies, I want to be learning spells and magic, like you did when you were younger. I'm so tired of living in the public eye."
"I know darling, this is not the life you want but it is the life you have. Yes there are tough times but they get better." She said, now engulfing me in a hug.
"I know but I just want more...you know. I want to be learning with people like me. I finished my GCSE's a year early, I don't need to be learning muggle stuff when my future is smiling and waving. I can do this mama, you know that."
Silence. I can see the cogs working in her head. I'm hoping, praying that I have had more luck than last time.
"I'll talk to your father before dinner. Now of you go, you need to get ready, your grandparents are eating with us today."
Smiling, I sprinted out of the library and into the corridor, crashing into Harry and William.
"Sorry boys, I'm in a rush. Oh Wills, mama said to wear the blue shirt today, later Harry." I said, scrambling up from the floor and waving a goodbye as I started to run again.
Once I reached the stairs, I made my way up two flights to reach the floor which housed Wills, Harry and I. I took a left and headed into my room to choose an outfit for the dinner.
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It wasn't everyday that my grandparents come over to dine with us, something must have happened. Perhaps it has something to do with Harry getting a letter to Hogwarts.
Once I was certain that I looked presentable, I headed down to the library until dinner was called. The library is a grand room, with high ceilings and rows of bookshelves. There is even a small area full of soft beanbags and the kind of books meant for children and growing minds. That used to be my favorite place back when I was younger, but unfortunately children's books are no longer fit for me. Walking through the maze of shelves to the back I find the spiral stairs that lead to the other levels above, but I don't want to go any higher than the second level. This level has a collection of texts on simple spells and using wandless magic. Did you know that some wizards can even fly without a broom!? Cool, I know. Walking along the gallery whilst running my hand along the balustrade, I was looking for the symbol. Walking till my hand found the... Aha! Here it is. A small carving of a dragon in the wood. This means that I'm in the right spot to find the hidden room. Turning to face the bookshelf I readied my hands to cast the spells.
"Aparecium...Aberto"
The doorway appeared and unlocked leading me through to a hallway decorated with garnet banners and lions. This corridor is lit by never ending candles and leads to a large atrium. This area was enchanted, only to appear to those with magic in their veins, more specifically the blood of Godric Gryffindor, my great-great-something grandfather. The atrium itself is full of magical texts and items, with rooms coming off of it. Each room serves a different purpose, some are for potions, others for practicing dueling. There are even rooms in case of an attack. My mother had transformed one room into a beautiful library that was full of advanced spells, potions and 'restricted magic'. This room is my destination of choice. It's decorated with banners of green silk, with silver snakes. This room is dedicated to her Hogwarts house, Slytherin.
Wandering over to the far left corner, I find an old, leather-bound book on dueling spells. It is dusty but that is because it has been in here, untouched for many years now. I figure I must have at least half an hour before dinner so some light reading should fill the down by the fireplace, in a large leather chair with silver snake arm rests, I open the book to the first chapter, Defensive Spells. Turning the page, I start to read, chapter after chapter. Tomorrow I would practise some of these but I shouldn't do anything too risky before a dinner. Speaking of dinner, I must have been in here for quite a while, already finishing the fourth chapter. Setting the book aside and locking and concealing the passageway, I stride down to the main dining room, where the rest of my family had convened...everyone but me...whoops?
"I'm terribly sorry for my tardiness, I shall endeavour to be more punctual in the future." I said with a bowed head before taking a seat to the right of my mother, in between her and my grandmother.
Dinner is awfully quiet, with minimal talking as the courses are served. There seemed to be a tension between my parents and grandparents, so thick you could cut it with a butter knife. My two brothers are seemingly oblvious, but I think Wills knows something is wrong. He keeps looking between mama and papa, as if they are playing tennis. In reality, papa is glaring at his plate and mama is avoiding acknowledging his presence. Once the food (and awkward conversation) is finished, we move to the drawing room, wherein polite conversation continues until the late evening rolls around and Harry is sent off to bed.
"William dearest, go with your brother and make sure he gets to bed on time. You both have early starts tomorrow so you should probably retire for the night as well. I love you two, my precious boys." With a kiss to each of their foreheads, mama sent them off to bed. It was at this point that my father gave a loud and exhausted sigh.
"Your mother tells me you would like to enroll at Hogwarts my dear."
The statement from my grandmother startled me, I won't lie, I hadn't been expecting anything of the sort from her. If anything, I expected to be dismissed as well.
"Yes ma'am. I have finished secondary education early but do not think that moving into lower sixth is the best move for me. I believe that my time would be better spent at Hogwarts, with people like me. I can learn to control my powers more and make valuable connections for the future."
Silence.
After what seemed like hours, my grandmother nodded her head.
"Send Aurai with a letter to Albus. It would appear that he will be training another Windsor."
With a smile, my grandmother left to head back to her residence in Buckingham Palace, my grandfather in tow. I am stunned, I will admit that much. I can go to Hogwarts...I CAN GO TO HOGWARTS! Turning to face my father, who had a weak smile on his face, then turning to my mother. She grinned at me and winked before wrapping me in her warm embrace. I was squealing and acting completely un-princessy but that doesn't matter to me at this moment in time. I'm going to be learning to control my powers and I'm going to get a wand and I'm going to get robes and I'm going to get my own magical supplies and oh my goodness! I'm going to become an actual witch!
"Now I do believe that you and I are going to have an even earlier start tomorrow so head off to bed. We'll be going to Diagon Alley tomorrow to get your supplies and robes. I know that there is a strict list of acceptable pets and companions for Hogwarts for first years but I will have to check to see if you can take Hestia with you. Now off you run, I expect you to be up nice and early tomorrow."
With a kiss on the cheek, she left, leaving me grinning and alone, as my father had slipped out mid conversation. He never did like the idea of me going to Hogwarts, I guess he was just scared for my safety. Seeing as it is getting dark, I should probably do as mother said and retire but I'm so excited I doubt I could sleep.
Heading back up to my room, I see a dark shape zoom past the window making me run to my room. Skidding to a halt, I see her, my Hestia. She's a phoenix that was given to the crown as an egg, as a gift for my birth, like a congratulations gift I guess. She hatched a few years ago when I was practicing the incendio charm and I couldn't control the fire, luckily I was practicing in one of the specific rooms for it in the enchanted area or things could've gone seriously wrong. Hestia attached herself to me and we have been inseparable since. I only hope that I will be allowed to take her to Hogwarts with me.
After feeding her and making sure she was settled for the night, I got changed into my nightwear before climbing into bed. Slowly at first, then all at once. That was how I fell asleep, dreaming about my future at Hogwarts.