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The Other Type of Magic

A Harry Potter / The Worst Witch Crossover

Chapter One: Second Chances

Silently I watched the flaming torches disappear over the edge of the hill. Maud and Enid were in that crowd. So were Ethel, Sandra, Emily and Carol. All of my friends and class mates were flying down to the grand hall for the graduation ceremony and I wasn't with them. Closing the blinds with a shudder I turned away from the window. It was too painful to watch. I should be down there too! I should be graduating as well, but, something had gone wrong. Even that wasn't true, everything had gone wrong! With a slow sigh I closed my eyes and leaned against the wall. It was my last night here at Cackles Academy, it was my friends as well but they would be going to the senior campus next September. I on the other hand had been asked to leave, told that I did not reach the required level to continue on with a senior education. In other words, I was being kicked out. I had failed as a witch.

"Miss Hubble, it's time to leave now, your sister is here."

Silently I picked up my things and followed Miss Cackle down the corridors and stair cases that had been my home for so long. I didn't notice when the front doors creaked open and we began to walk across the cobbled courtyard. At the front gate Miss Cackle stopped. I could see my oldest sister Bryony waiting outside on the road.

"Thanks for trying Miss Cackle, I'm sorry I let you down."

"So am I Mildred, but don't give up hope, keep believing and maybe we'll see you back here soon."

The old lady tried to smile at me, her glasses rising at the sides. "I hope so Miss Cackle, I'm not ready to go yet."

With a final, hopeful smile Miss Cackle opened the front gate. She didn't wait but silently started to walk back up to the school. As soon as I walked out I was consumed in a massive hug from Bryony. She picked up my bags, charming them to hover alongside her broom. From inside his carrier I heard Tabby squeak. He never did like flying. I followed Bryony onto the back of her broom, wrapping my arms around her waist and burying my head in her hair. It was only when we were above the clouds, with the wind drowning out my voice that I allowed myself to cry.

I'd been at home for a while now, a couple of week's maybe, I wasn't really keeping track. My parents weren't really talking to me much. My mum was writing another book and my dad was planning classes for his school. Whenever they looked at me I could see the pain I was causing them. They were two of the most respected magical practitioners in the UK. How embarrassing for them to have a daughter who was kicked out of Cackles Academy, they couldn't stand to look at me.

My siblings weren't much better. Cherise in particular was being horrible, she had graduated last year with honors and since then she's been studying at one of the most prestigious magical medical schools in the country. She couldn't help but rub it in my face.

I don't think I'd be sane now if it weren't for Bryony. She doesn't live here anymore but she tries not to leave me alone. She talks to me all the time, not about Cackles or how I was a disgrace to my family but about normal things. Things like her work and football and what her friends have been doing. I love her for that but even she couldn't me feel better.

So I was very surprised when I woke up one morning and for some reason I was just sick of feeling bad, I was over it and it wasn't me. I started to do things, Bryony was so happy. She couldn't stop smiling when she saw me laugh again.

"You see Mildred!" she laughed one morning. "Things are getting better!"

That particular morning was busier than usual. One reason was because Bryony was home, normally she lived in a flat at London but because of me she'd been visiting a lot more. Mum was rushing around the house snapping at everyone. She'd been told to re-write the latest draft of her book and was taking her disappointment out on us. Tayla and William were arguing at the kitchen table, screaming at each other for some unknown reason. This wasn't helping mum, she yelled something about ridiculous behavior and then threw them some money, telling them to go and buy more bread. We needed more bread because Cherise was attempting to cook breakfast. In the past this had proven to be a real health hazard and today was no different. Twice already dad had taken the knives away from her. He was the only sane one that morning. In the middle of all this chaos he managed to sit at the kitchen table, reading his newspaper with a strong black tea and a pile of toast.

It was in the middle of all this chaos that it arrived. In a single streak of grey it flew into our already crowded kitchen and almost managed to land on the table. Instead it skidded horribly across it and ended up on the kitchen floor. By the time we realized it was an actual living owl Cherise had started screaming, mum was screaming at Cherise to stop screaming and Bryony was attempting to chase it out the window. It was dad who noticed the letter first.

"Everybody calm down!" he yelled. Slipping into teacher mode he quickly took control of the situation. "Cherise listen to your mother and stop screaming, it's just an owl. Victoria, darling, why don't you just sit down? And Bryony could you make yourself useful and put the kettle on please?"

The owl, now that it was no longer being harassed flew onto the table, landing properly this time and hobbled over to where I was perched on top of a chair. It cooed twice and then dropped the letter out from its beak. Confused I got down from the chair and picked up the letter. Once it was in my hands the owl screeched and then flew out the window. Slowly I turned the letter over in my hands. It was thick parchment, rough under my fingers, and sealed with red wax that has some sort of crest with a large H on it. I turned the letter over again. Written on the front, in green ink was:

Miss Mildred Hubble,

The Kitchen Table,

16 Marion Way, North Berwick

Scotland.

"What is it Mildred?" Asked my father.

"It's addressed to me!" I said. My hands were shaking, I went to open the letter. Before I could though there was a knock on the door and someone yelled from the outside. "Hello! Hello? Can you please let me in?"

Before any of us could react mum was on her feet yelling at the top of her lungs. "Tayla, William there is no possible reason why you could be back already!" I think dad tried to stop her but before he could she marched over to the door and yanked it open, ready to give who she thought was either Tayla or William a real earful. It wasn't Tayla or William. It was instead a middle aged man with dark hair and a massive smile.

"You must be Victoria Hubble! I'm very pleased to meet you. Mind if I come in?" Without waiting to hear her answer the man walked past her and stepped into our crowded kitchen. He stared around for a couple of seconds before spotting me, just about to open the letter. "You must be Mildred." he said "I'm Professor Longbottom."

The fact that this man claimed to be a professor caught my father's attention. "A Professor? I don't believe I know you. Is there a reason you've come here?"

"Well it's about Mildred's letter now isn't it?" The man laughed. When he saw no one else was laughing he stopped. My family was staring at him, mum with steam coming out of her ears. He smiled at me. "Why don't you open your letter now?"

Silently I did as I was told. Inside the envelope were two pieces of parchment, both covered in swirly, green ink hand writing. I pulled out the first and read aloud:

"Dear Miss Hubble,

We are pleased to inform you that you have a place at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry"

My jaw dropped. There was more written after that but I didn't bother to read it. I'd been accepted into a school! A magical school! Maybe I could still be a witch! I was about to say something when Bryony consumed me in a massive hug.

"Oh my god Mills! This is fantastic! I told you things would get better!" She laughed and swung me around the room. I couldn't help but laugh as well. Professor Longbottom seemed pleased with our reactions. Mum however was furious.

"Mildred give me that letter" Silently I did as I was told, sensing that things weren't as fantastic as I thought. Mum read the letter quickly, her frown getting deeper as she did. When she was done she threw it onto the kitchen table and turned to Professor Longbottom. "I've never heard of this school. We have never applied for it, so how is it possible that my poor daughter has been accepted?" She was glaring at Professor Longbottom, if looks could kill he'd already be twenty feet under and pushing up daisy's.

"Well madam, she's been on the list since the day she was born, I know this might come as a bit of a shock, not many channelers come from the old magic families, but Mildred is an exception."

Mum wasn't listening. "My daughter has been through a very traumatic experience this summer! And now you come along to tease her about non-existent schools and second chances! This family has been through enough! This school does not exist and even if it did she would not be attending. She is incapable." With a small shudder mum stood up and opened the door for the Professor.

"Madam, please, if you will just listen to me, I'm sure I can explain, Mildred is perfectly capable of performing witch craft, she just hasn't been taught correctly"

"Victoria maybe you should listen to the man, I've never heard of this school but many choose to be secretive." said dad.

"Yeah mum." said Bryony "If there's a chance that she can learn properly isn't it worth it?"

Mum raised her chin slightly "Cackles Academy is the finest school for witches in the country, if Mildred couldn't learn there then there is no doubt that she is incapable. I do not appreciate your jokes Mr. Longbottom, now please leave!"

Being a smart man he could obviously see when he had no chances of being heard. Before he left though he quickly gave me a business card. "Mildred, please come and visit me in London!" he begged and then quickly left the kitchen. My mother sighed and turned to me.

"I'm so sorry you had to see that Mildred, some people just have no respect." Silently I grabbed my letter off the table and clutching the professor's business card I left the room. On my way out Cherise sent me a horrible glare.

"Don't worry Mildred, just because you incapable doesn't mean we don't love you" Her vicious smile though said otherwise. Laughing to herself she left the house. Probably off to spread the story of my letter to all her friends.

I didn't look at the letter again till that night. I'd gone for a walk and ended up sitting on a wall overlooking the ocean. It was grey tonight, swirly, foamy and slapping against the rocks. I loved the ocean, it made me feel so small, which helped me to realize that the world is bigger than Cackles and North Berwick. It reminded me that there was more out there.

Pulling the letter out from my pocket I unfolded it, bending the creases out the other way. It would be incredible if it was true. If there really was a school out there that was going to teach me. All I've ever wanted is to be a witch. I don't know what I'd do if I really was incapable. I was so deep in thought that I didn't hear Bryony come up behind me.

"I think you should go Mills" she whispered.

Slightly surprised I whispered back. "But what if it's a lie? What if it was just a joke that Cherise, or Tayla had planned?"

Bryony squeezed my shoulders. "The only way to find out is to go and ask. I'll take you to London to see Professor Longbottom. If he laughs in our face we can come home and deal with it, but it might not be a joke. This could be your only chance to study magic again, don't give it up because of the shame mum and dad think you caused, or because of a loser like Cherise. This is about you, and what you want."

I turned around to look at Bryony. She was holding Professor Longbottom's business card; I'd left it at home. She smiled and I knew she was right. This was what I wanted. I wanted to be a witch and maybe this Hogwarts was the only way I could get it.