AN: Ok, this is my new story! I have read a lot of fics about this already, but I havent really felt like any of them could actually happen. Reviews are much appreciated! I hope you enjoy!
Chapter One: The Discovery
Ellie
Ellie had never expected magic to exist. Yet it did. The evidence was right in front of her.
"A witch?" She asked skeptically. "How could I be a witch?"
The old, strict looking lady, who claimed to be Professor McGonagall, sitting across from her nodded, but very slowly. She kept staring at Ellie as if she couldn't believe her eyes.
"A witch?" Kirsten said. "Don't they ride on brooms and have large warts? Because, in that case, I can assure you that Ellie has never done any of those."
Professor McGonagall continued to stare. Suddenly, as if woken out of a trance, blinked and sat up. She looked concerned, but began to talk.
"Have you ever done anything strange or mysterious, that no one can explain, when ever you feel incredibly emotional?"
Ellie sat for a moment. There was that one time that this dog in another foster home (before she was adopted) tore apart her favorite stuffed animal. It was torn to shreds but had somehow mended itself.
There was another time, too, where she was in a train, and had to use the loo her very badly, but refused to use to use the ones on the train. The next stop on the train just happened to be at her stop, though the estimated time wasn't until a half hour later.
Very slowly, the reality struck on Ellie.
"Yes." She managed to croak out. Professor McGonagall nodded. Kirsten, however still looked skeptical.
"I'm sorry, but I just can't believe a stranger that just walked into my home."
"Do you still need evidence?" Professor McGonagall asked. She pulled out her stick and gave it a wave. Suddenly, where a woman was standing before, was now a cat, with black spectacle markings around her eyes. Kirsten took a sharp intake of breath.
As the cat became a woman again, Ellie mouth dropped lower, and lower.
They talked for about fifteen more minutes. The entire time, Professor McGonagall kept giving Ellie odd looks.
"Miss Crowley, what do you know about your parents?" She asked. Ellile was taken aback. She never got questioned about that directly after meeting someone.
"Erm..." She started out nervously, "I know they both died pretty soon after I was born, and that I was deposited at the home on November 1."
"That's all?" Professor McGonagall asked. "You don't know their names?" Ellie shook her head.
"Oh, my." McGonagall said. She glanced at the clock on the wall. "Is that the time already? Come along, we must get to Diagon Alley before the shops close." She glanced at Kirsten. "It is okay that I am taking her shopping, right?" She asked Kirsten. Kirsten, still slightly shocked by the whole ordeal, threw her hands up.
"Take her wherever you want, Professor," She said wearily.