Disclaimer- As you already know I didn't invent most of the characters and places.
J. K. Rowling was the inventor and owner of all of the trademark characters and places.
This story picks up from the end of the second book.
Being A Witch
I didn't mean to set that fish on fire. I didn't know fish were flammable. I wonder if that is why Headmaster McCleary wants to see me. Maybe I will be expelled. For killing a little goldfish? No. Oh my gosh, I'm going berserk. If they don't come out here soon I'll just die. I hope she didn't call my parents. Oh no, here she comes, thought Anastasia as she sat low in her seat in the hall of the Public Tower. When the secretary told Ana it was alright for her to enter because McCleary wanted to see her alone, her heart sank.
It was only a little (a very little, less than a day) into Ana's third year in a secret school on an island about thirty miles into Lake Erie. Ana hadn't been expecting her letter for Cathearts School of Witchcraft for Girls. Ana was not muggle-born, but she hadn't known about her mother and fathers wizarding past. All she had learned that she knew was true was that when they were a few years older than she was they had met at a school in England and an enemy of her fathers religion had been captured and they were no longer needed by his colleagues. So her father moved all of their family to a small town in New York, USA. About two years ago Ana had gotten a letter stating that she would need to start collecting her things for the trip to this most prestigious school. Ana's mother was so overjoyed that she had dragged the whole family (all 7 children, Ana being the oldest) out to a restaurant on Sunsplite Road, a street which was closed off from the muggle world. It was called Fables. They had all sorts of interesting food. Some of which had a hesitated taste (meaning they had to melt in your mouth before you could taste them). Anyway, when the letter came Ana had been frightened, but nothing close to what she felt now.
"Ana, for the past couple of years, a man by the name of Albus Dumbledore has been watching a few of our most promising students," started McCleary, which made Ana's red face turn two shades lighter. "He has been watching your technique and believes you would be a perfect addition to his school in England-"
"But I can't leave!" burst Ana unexpectedly.
"What do you mean by that?" asked McCleary.
"I...I...I just can't leave all my friends here. They need me too much. I'll die of heartbreak if I can't be near them," yelled Ana, her fear turning to anger turning to grief.
"I have arranged a plan that everyother weekend you will be flown here to visit your family and friends. We here at Cathearts believe this is an oppurtunity to give you a better chance at becoming that world-reknowned witch you've dreamed to be, since the very first day in this little school. Hogwarts is the only witching school in the world which has turned out so many famed wizards. We also believe that you hould be with people close to you everyonce in a while. You can write, of course. It will completely be for the best."
"I suppose so," said Ana in her worst impression of an excited person she had.
"I have already talked it over with your parents. They believe me when I say it will be for the best. No need to worry young child, your parents went there, you'll have no trouble fitting in. Go now and pack all your things. You will be learning how to use Floo-Powder as soon as class resumes from afternoon recess."
Ana walked out of the room and did a little jig. Not in trouble for the fish!
