Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.
The Fiery Rose
"Hey, Addison!" Called her friend, who was running over to her. "What are you doing?" He later asked when he saw what she's doing.
"Isn't it obvious?" She blankly said. "Planting a seed."
"But why here?" He asked. "We have a garden back at home."
"Because I want to." She said, patting the soil where she planted the seed.
"Seriously, someone might see you here." Eric, her friend, said.
"Seriously, Eric, we're here at the park. We're supposed to have fun. So don't be a killjoy." Addison rolled her eyes. "And there's no law that says 'no planting beside a tree.'"
"Fine, but what kind of plant did you planted?"
"A flower."
"Oh," Eric said, and then after a moment. "Okay."
Eric was always an inquisitive one. At first, it always irritates her. But later on, she enjoys answering his questions. At least, sometimes.
1 year later
It's been a year when a family, named the Ashtons, adopted her and took her from the orphanage where she grew up.
It was the same family that took Eric from her.
It was when they were from the park where she planted a flower, and when they came back at the orphanage, the place they were so used to call 'home', a couple visited and wanted to adopt.
They chose Eric, and Addison clearly remembered how she cried over him, and when he left, she wouldn't go out from her room, at least once, she refuses to talk, eat, and do anything.
And when the Ashton couple came back after six months, the Head nun almost dragged her to the bathroom and insisted her to wash herself.
She was rude at them, at first. Of course, the couple understood that, because Eric almost did the same. He wouldn't talk to them properly, and he was always quite, he didn't answer most of their questions. He was giving them the silent treatment.
So they decided to ask Eric, if he wanted a new sibling, and he beamed, his face lighting up, and said, "Can you keep Addison, also?" He started to tell tales about them two, and he was smiling also.
And now, she was living with Eric again, they treated the Ashton couple like their own parents.
Laila Ashton was a nice woman. She have brown curly hair, always up in a bun. Unfortunately, she can't get pregnant. She was only married to Carter Ashton for five years, and if Addison remember right, they were only 23 when they married.
Carter was also nice, an understanding man (especially, when he heard Addison screaming at the bathroom and ranted about blood. "You are now officially on the puberty stage, dear." He assured her.) and he was a doctor at a good hospital.
Addison and Eric admit they were spoiled, but they have limits.
They were currently at the backyard, playing chess at their resting area, when their adopted mother called for Addison. "Addy, you have a letter!"
"From a secret admirer?" Eric raised his eyebrows, in a playful manner.
"Do shut up. And you know you're the only boy I'm only with at school." She gave him a glare but stood up.
"What can you say? I'm your too handsome brother." He shrugged.
"Whatever." She muttered.
She went inside.
"Are you having friends, now, Addy? From school?"
"School?" She asked incredulously. "I don't have friends other than Eric." She stated.
"You can be friendly sometimes, Addy." Her mother said, and gave her the letter. She was shaking, but tried hard not to
'Hell I would, after the whole class putting trash on my locker.' She sarcastically said to herself, after she heard what her mother said.
She took the letter from her mother and kissed her cheek, "I'll be outside and—"
Before she could continue her sentence, Eric came in, carrying the chessboard.
"I remembered that Daphne has invited me to her birthday party. Are you really sure that you don't want to come? Astoria would really like you to be there. And Daphne also."
"No, my other classmates would be there. And it will not be a fancy meeting them."
'Okay, fine." Eric sighed. "I'm going to change upstairs." He kissed Laila's cheeks, and walked upstairs.
"You really have to be nicer to others, especially with your brother." Her mother grinned at her.
"Mom…" She groaned. "I'm going upstairs."
"I thought you were going outside."
"I changed my mind." She said, scurrying upstairs.
She entered her room, which was clean as always, and sat at her bed.
Ms. A. Potter
At her Bedroom
She didn't looked at the rest. It was her address, and she already know her address.
But does it have to be At her Bedroom?
She turned the letter over, and saw a wax seal. It has a lion, an eagle, a badger and a snake, which surrounds the large H.
HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY
Headmaster: ALBUS DUMBLEDORE
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock, Supreme
Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)
Dear Ms. Potter,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later than July 31.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall,
Deputy Headmistress
What … the bloody hell is going on? Witchcraft and Wizardry? Order of Merlin? Wizards? Is this some kind of a word code?
She raised her eyebrow, this must have been a mistake.
"MOM!" She yelled and went downstairs.
"Yes, dear?" Her mother's head appeared just at the kitchen's door. "I'm washing dishes, dear."
"Do you think there must be some misunderstanding here?" She showed her the letter.
Her eyes widened.
"Oh, god. So I am not dreaming!"
She looked at her, "You're a witch."
