A/N: In case you're wondering what the heck Dumbledore was doing there...I don't really know, it just seemed like the kind of thing he'd be there for. Why? Because he's Dumbledore and he's just everywhere at once! That being said, I will try to remain as true to the characters as I can...however I can't really promise anything if I'm feeling particularly evil *evil grin*. That...and Draco isn't gonna be such a bad guy BECAUSE I DON'T SEE HIM AS SUCH A BAD GUY! TT-TT Ahem. Anyway, I totally forgot to add this in my last chapter, but, obviously, I'm not J.K Rowling. Therefore, I own nothing here. Except Katelyn and her family. Oh and Stella. Unfortunately, she's mine as well.
That was over five years ago. I still can't believe it. After that, I saw my mom's friend a lot. He sort of became my uncle. My Uncle Albus. Or, Uncle Al, as I usually called him. He would keep asking me to do weird stuff, though. Turning off the lights without getting up, making a glass of water float to me, basically do magic. Which, as everyone knows, is impossible. Duh. But he always made sure my dad wasn't around and asked me not to tell him about it. Every time I asked why, it was the same answer, "You'll see soon." But as time went by, his visits became less frequent and, "You'll see soon," turned into "You'll see soon…I hope." By the time I was thirteen, he stopped coming all together. Who knows why? Then, on my fourteenth birthday, some weird stuff happened.
I was in eighth grade. It was the last day before we went on winter break. There was this girl at my school, Stella Victoire. Sometimes, she would pick on me. Ok, she picked on my pretty much every time she saw me. It was mostly because I was shy, quiet, and…well…not as physically developed as I should have been by fourteen.
Stella has just finished her usual routine; shoving me against the lockers, dumping all my books out of my backpack, onto the floor, and of course, the insults. The mouse, teacher's pet, mime, weakling, flat chest…you get the idea. I know, I know, I should have told a teacher, but it honestly didn't bother me. I knew the only reason she did it was to make herself feel better. However, today, it really bugged me. I mean, don't I deserve a break on my birthday? As she walked away, I glared at her, wishing that something, anything would happen to her. Suddenly, her locker flew open and hit her in the face! She fell down and stayed there for a while, holding her nose. It wasn't bleeding or anything, she just liked to make a scene. I couldn't help but laugh. Had it been any other day, I probably would have felt bad for laughing. But it was my birthday, and I thought she deserved it. And everyone else in the hall was cracking up, so I didn't want to look weird by not laughing. I had no idea how it happened, but I was glad it did.
Unfortunately, that feeling was short lived. Stella came up to me during lunch and she was pissed! I had never seen her so mad!
"I know you had something to do with my locker hitting me this morning." Normally, I would have just ignored her. But I was feeling bolder after that incident. Also because what she was accusing me of was just completely ridiculous.
"Right. Because I was, magically able to run to your locker, somehow figure out your combination, throw your locker open, then run back to where I was all in the span of ten seconds, without you seeing me."
Her glare instantly drained all my courage. I knew what was coming. I started running, and I mean running! Usually, she caught me right away, but this time, she couldn't. It was like every time she reached out to grab the hood of my jacket, I got a small burst of speed so I was just out of her reach. I kept running until I got to the only safe place for me; the theatre classroom. Stella considered theatre uncool, so it was like an anti-Stella fortress. She growled in frustration and yelled "I'll get you back for this, mouse! I swear I will!" before storming off.
I breathed a sigh of relief, when I heard a familiar voice behind me.
"Hm…rather strange, don't you think?"
"Uncle Albus?" I turned to see him sitting in the teacher's chair. "What are you doing here?"
"I have secretly been keeping an eye on you. I saw what happened this morning."
"The locker thing? Yeah, that was weird, huh? Just flew open all by itself."
"Ah. But that's the thing. It didn't open by itself."
"What, are you saying that I did it? I was nowhere near it!"
"Well…that is the power of magic."
"Magic? But Uncle Al, magic isn't—"
"Isn't it? Do you usually run that fast?"
"Well no, but—"
"And before that locker hit Ms. Victoire, were you not wishing something bad would happen to her?"
"Ok, yeah. I was hoping something bad would happen to her, but that was just a coincidence."
"You think so? Try making that stapler levitate."
"Uncle, you know I—"
"Try. Just concentrate."
I sighed, closed my eyes, and thought about making the stapler float. Soon I heard my uncle clapping. I opened my eyes and saw a floating stapler. The shock must have broken my concentration, because the stapler fell.
"Wh…what does this mean? I…I can…I'm—"
"You are a witch, Katelyn. Just like your mother."
