The pain was insurmountable. It was everything Angelina could focus on, as she could perceive nothing else. If she had a clock in her room, she would have been able to note that the pain started at 12 o'clock AM, her exact eleventh birthday. If she had her eyes open, she would have noted the way the entire shed shook, as if it were in a hurricane. If she had her eyes open, she would have noticed the silvery grey aura encompassing her, easing the pain. The seconds that it took for the pain to abide felt like hours, even years, for Angelina. After the pain finally abated, Angelina fell into an uneasy sleep. Her eidetic memory would make her nights a living hell for her.
Angelina woke up to arguing at the door. At first she wasn't sure what it was about, but it soon became clear. Well, if not clear, then slightly more understandable. It seemed that Madame and Master Mounter were arguing with someone with a strong Scottish accent. She put her ear near the door.
"- sort of a place is this for a child! You should know better, having that ignorant lump of a son inside that mansion of yours! There's more than enough room for you all, so why house her in this… dump!"
Madame's voice rang through sharply.
"You have no right to question us on this. She behaved badly in lessons and at dinner, so her punishment is to spend the night here. And this is hardly a dump. It had a roof over it, and it is standing up! This is an adequate living condition for a night."
The strange lady scoffed.
"Adequate living? How can you say that with the warm house you live in. ANyway, I am unfortunately not here to argue about this poor girl's living conditions. If you don't know, she is magical, very magical. Her Awakening was strong enough to pick up on the registers for unregistered magic."
Master laughed.
"Her? Magical? She hasn't shown a lick of magic ever since the day she was adopted!"
The Scottish woman seemed to grow angrier at that statement.
"You mean she's been suppressing this entire time? Oh Merlin! The headaches she must suffer! If the registration was any indication, she must be constantly on your muggle painkillers, right.?"
The looks of Madame and Master's faces must have been a strong indication for whether they had given their ward any painkiller.
The air near to the door became charged with, what Angelina could only describe as magic, powerful magic.
"You absolute bloody bastards! When I find her, she must be in tip top shape, or I'll be taking it out of your flesh!"
The thing was, this person seemed absolutely serious, like she would actually harm Madame and Master. The door opened, Madame and Master in the background, shaking with fear. In front of the door revealed a sharp looking woman with dark hair tied back into a bun. She looked at Angelina with pity and righteous anger, directed towards the Mounters. Quickly flashing a stick around, her pyjamas changed into a comfortable black t shirt, and green cargo shorts, which reached mid thigh. Her bare feet were clothed with cool white anklets, and black sneakers. Her hair was brushed and tied into a high ponytail, making it reach to the bottom of her shoulder blades. Flicking her wand again, the t shirt tucked in the shorts, revealing the height to be around her waist. All in all, it was the most comfortable outfit that Angelina had ever worn.
Nodding to herself, the strange woman held out her hand and introduced herself.
"Hello Miss King. I am Professor McGonagall, and I am afraid I will have to drop a bombshell upon you. You are a witch, that means you can wield magic to your benefit. I'm sure you have questions, but you will have to save them for the trip. I have to introduce you to the magical world quickly, before it's too much of a shock. You see, most Muggleborns are informed of their magical status when they get their Hogwarts letter - that's the magical school that I teach at. I feel you will need to be reintroduced into the magical world sonner, however. You are of the Ancient and Noble house of King, and that means that exceptions can be made for you."
Angelina wasn't exactly dumbstruck - the pain last night had meant something after all. If that meant she was magical, and not because she had a terminal disease, then she would welcome it with open arms.
Madame certainly was not ready to let this go.
"Professor McGonagall! You have no right to take our charge from us! We have legal rights to her!"
Professor McGonagall's expression turned stormy.
"If you really cared about her well being, then you shouldn't have let her sleep in that abominable shed! In any case, magical laws supersede muggle laws, so her rightful family has rights to her, not you! Now, leave us be or I'll show you what it means to anger a witch!"
With a huff, Madame and Master Mounter left. Professor McGonagall turned to Angelina.
"I apologize, Miss King. I do not usually lose my temper, but those… never mind. Let's go to Diagon Alley, where Gringotts - the wizarding bank is - and where all of the important shops for your schoolwork are. During the shopping, we will break for lunch. After we finish, we will head to my house - McGonagall Manor. There, I hope you will find a home while you settle your living situation. I will not have you living with those awful Muggles. Is that alright with you?"
Eyes wide, Angelina nodded quickly. McGonagall must have seen something in her expression that told her that she wanted out of Mounter Estates, so she instructed Angelina to grasp the inside of her elbow. McGonagall advised,
"Prepare yourself. Apparating isn't easy on the stomach, which is why we are having food the furthest away from Apparating. You will get your license for Apparition when you reach your majority - age seventeen. That is when, in the magical world, you will be considered an adult."
Angelina steadied herself. A whirling motion overtook her, not an entirely unpleasant sensation, but strange nonetheless. It was time to enter her new world.
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