Hogward, really ?
You wouldn't believe me if I told you I was a witch. After all these year, if I still second gu ess my identity that would be kinda sad. Nevertheless every summer when I came back to the gorgeous institute in Vancouver, I dream. The institute farthest adjective would by gorgeous, it was plain and boring but mostly wasn't an institute but an orphanage. I spent most of my time there under the big willow tree, trying to be invisible so that any possible trouble wouldn't came, reading some book or some other so that summer would end quickly. That's why I couldn't help but frown when the janitor shouts my name all over the quiet garden.
"Ana May! Ana May! Where is that little sneaky girl now already… Couldn't work in a museum or something, no I had to be employed in this hell of a place, I hate those kids damn it!" He was mumbling through his teeth once again. I didn't do anything bad this summer barely living in this building I couldn't be in trouble, not again. I got up from my resting place folding my book to mark my page then jog to where the janitor was.
"I'm here, what's going on?" I said a bit worried. The janitor barely acknowledges me just gave me a little head sign meaning I was supposed to follow him while continuing to mumble of all the other thing he could have done with his life. Suddenly I knew where we were headed, to the headmistress office. I only went there once when I was six and doing accidental magic in front of a little boy and the punishment, I get for that was enough to make me panic all the way up there. I was conscious of every step we take of every part of the slightly rip wallpaper and of all the children we met along the way. I try to guess why I could be asked up the tower of the headmistress, but nothing came, I had no clues. The janitor knocked on the tick wooded French door, tree times than waited. I could see he didn't like to be there as much as me, that explain all the mutters he said all the way up.
"Enter" the response was cold and short, delivered by the voice that hunted me for a lot of years. I was on the verge of running away before anything wrong could happen back to Stanley Park then cross the tree to go back safely in the wizarding world. And the janitor wasn't so brave either, kind of hesitating before open the French door.
When we enter, I had a great wave of relief because in this awful office was seated the greatest wizard of this time, Albus Dumbledore. He was British and most of the student from Calgary School wouldn't know him besides of the content of the chocolate frog card, but I was a bookworm so of course the recognition was immediate. He seems to notice me relax because he smiles warmly. The headmistress didn't seem to mind everything that was happening in her office because she was currently on the phone not paying attention to the strange man that was Dumbledore. The janitor takes that opportunity to go away as fast as he could.
"Hello Ana" he told quietly not to bother the woman with her phone call. "You seem to be aware of who I am, but I always think a little politeness goes a long way, I am Albus Dumbledore" he said as he rises and presented me his hand. I couldn't help but notice his handshake was firm but not too much witch goes with the mannerly man.
"Hi Headmaster, my name is Ana May, nice to meet you" his eyes were bright with malice as I call him headmaster.
"Pleasure for me too" his voice was amused "If you don't mind, I would prefer we have the conversation I came for in a more private place. Mistress Martin seems to think you would agree for it to take place in your bedroom but if you're uncomfortable I'm sure we can manage to find a more suited place."
"I'm more comfortable in my room than here if you would follow me" I respond, glad that we weren't staying in this creepy place. Dumbledore follows me to me little room than sit on the only chair of the place. "Do you want something to drink?" I asked that stupidly because I didn't have anything other than water in my bedroom. Thankfully, he denied my offer with a courteous sign of his head.
"No, thank you, Ana. I'm sure you're asking yourself why I would come here to talk to you, but I would advise you to sit before hearing what I have to tell because it's an upsetting matter I'm afraid." I sat on my bed a little bit stressed out. I knew of course about You-Know-Who's return in Britain and I hoped it wouldn't be a terrifying conversation. "Good, I'm sorry I didn't find you sooner well I'm going to start at the beginning. Your name is not Ana May and you're not born in Canada. You real name is Amalthea Lyra Black and you're born on the first of May 1981 in Godric's Hollow, in Britain."
I was trying to process the things he just said, why the hell was I in Canada then and more important was I related to Sirius Black?
"Is it Black, like Sirius Black?"
"Yes Ana, Sirius Black is your father. I don't know how you ended up in Canada and who bring you here. I've been looking for you for two year, but it was incredibly difficult to find you for obvious reason. The ministry thought that you die forteen years ago when Hary Potter house was attacked but two years ago he happen to hear the murder of your mother and his parents when he was attacked by dementors. He told me the details of that night and I concluded that you didn't die either. You are the girl who live just as much as Harry is the boy who lived. Voldemort granted you with the killing curse and you didn't die. Your father isn't a mass murderer it was a complecated story but you have a father who doesn't know you are alive and probably a friend in Harry Potter."
Again, he paused probably to help me to grasp all the things he said. I was crying, and I only noticed when the tears fall on the ground of my room. "I have a father." I whisper, embarrassed to hear my voice trembling. I was so moved to learn I still had family that I barely process the rest. Dumbledore gives me a tissue coming from the blue suit he was wearing and gave me tie to calm down.
"Yes, I can only imagine how affected you are now. I wish I had the time to let you digest that fact and maybe meet him right away if you liked but we still have to discuss about some other important matters."
"You can continue Professor Dumbledore, I'm listening." I said with a steadier voice that make him smile.
"Alright. The first thing you need to know is that you are in great danger because of how you survived forteen year ago. It means that as soon as you came back in Britain, or if you came back, no one must know who you are except trusted people. The second thing is that in our country there is at war as I'm sure you're aware. Third thing is that I would like for you to come to Hogward despite all the trouble there is. I've been in your school and saw your grades and I think it would be an honour for us to have a skilled student like you in our school. I don't pretend I'm not asking you to put yourself into a lot of danger, but I would like you to think about it."
I though about it, but no matter the danger I'll never said no to this offer, not only because the great reputation Hogward has but also because I want to meet my father.
"I would be honoured to come study at Hogward, Professor."
"Than would you care if I changed you to a higher year, Ana? I know you are only forteen, but I would prefer for you and Harry to be in the same year and I think you are capable enough to be in fifth year. People would probably recognise you if you used Amalthea or Lyra as a name because of the Black tradition to name their kind with stars so I would ask you to use Ana May as a name until the war stopped."
"No problem, but I can't guarantee that I would be able to pass my exams." I said quite happy to be able to pass an entire year. Dumbledore was still smiling warmly at me.
"I can see the desire to learn you have and it's quite rare, Ana. I'll give you time to pack when I would tell the Headmistress about the fact that you're leaving. Is that ok if we visit Harry Potter today and for you to stay at his aunt and uncle house until we are for you to move at your father illegal house? There is a protection your mother and Lily Potter gave the both of you by sacrificing themselves for Harry and you. That is the reason why you would be safer there until everything is settled."
"Of course, it's okay! As long as I'm not here!" I almost scream, enthusiast.
"One last dreadful thing than before I let you pack. Do you have a scar from as long as you can remember, and does it hurt?" He seems so serious than I know it was the first thing he wanted to know about me, that it was capital.
"Yes, a little star on my neck just bellow my ear, and yes it hurt." I lifted up my brown hair to show him my scar and he seemed relieved.
"Good, thank you for your kindness Ana, I'm letting you pack"