Genieve Hecate Larkov was about as normal a child as ever. If you can consider wizards normal. She was born in Dublin Ireland in the early 1950's. No one can quite put an actual age or birthday on her. Her mother and father were quite proud of their new daughter. They knew she would do great things for the wizard community. Very great things indeed! But they had no idea what was to come. For if they had Genieve, would never had attended the Hogwarts school. No, they would never have allowed their daughter near that school. But, alas, they did. And the years to come would be horrible. Horrible for Genieve, horrible for her parents, but wonderful for one wizard who thirsted for the power Genieve stored in her grasp.
Genieve sat happily eyeing the few presents before her. Even though there were only five, it was the best day of her life. Genieve was turning eleven, a day that all wizard children look forward to. The day that the honor is bestowed. Hogwarts.
Outside the window Genieve heard the flutter of owl wings, which wasn't uncommon at her home. But the things that usually bored the young child, enthralled her now. Genieve jumped up quickly, rushing to the window. Swiftly she opened the window, reaching her arm out. A soft white owl lighted on her arm, carrying a letter addressed to her. Genieve gently let the bird go tearing the envelope apart, annihilating the envelope.
" We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted!" Genieve let out a yell and went screaming up the stairs and leapt on top of her parents who were still in bed. " GUESS WHAT??"
" Um?"
" Hogwarts!" Genieve screeched.
" Congratulations," her mother mumbled.
" Why aren't you happy?" Genieve frowned sitting back on her heels. Her father rolled over and looked at her.
" Geni- it's 2:30 in the morning," her father let his head fall on the pillow again. Genieve thought for a few minutes before jumping on her father again, landing on his stomach. " Oof!" Genieve pulled her want out quickly.
" LUMINOUS!" she flicked her wrist quickly. Her parents groaned as the lights came on. " Get up!" Genieve pulled on her mother's arm.
" Alright," her mother began to get up. The group headed down the stairs to the kitchen. This time another owl sat on the table package in talons. Genieve took the package.
To: Genieve Larkov
From: Albus Dumbledoor
" Dumbledoor sent you something?" her father asked. Genieve nodded, glancing up at her father for permission to open it. He nodded quickly. Genieve began ripping off the wrapping, trying to get to the box inside. The box was a shiny gold. Quickly Genieve opened the box. Inside was a small slip of paper.
For all your supplies and your broomstick. I pray you'll be playing Quidditch next year.
Albus Dumbledoor
" Dad!" Genieve waved the paper in the air. Her father took the paper quickly, reading it carefully.
" How very thoughtful," her father smiled. " We'll have to thank him," her father let Genieve take the paper. Genieve turned to the rest of her presents. In one was a new dress robe, in another was a small pile of galleons. Her mother and father got her a pair of Quidditch gloves.
" So I am playing Quidditch?" Genieve asked quickly.
" I'm hoping Seeker," her father smiled. " Like myself," he glanced at his wife who nodded.
" I wonder what house I'll be in," Genieve asked herself. Her father glanced at his wife again.
" Open the rest of your presents," her mother instructed. Genieve reached for a present wrapped in red. Quickly she first pulled out a pad of Hogwarts stationary. " So you can write to us when you're gone," Genieve turned the stationary in her hands.
" Open the last one," her father's voice chided. Genieve reached for the last present. " Now, before you open this, remember, this doesn't mean anything. It's just something our family has passed on for ages," Genieve nodded. Quickly she tore the wrapping off, scattering it everywhere. She finally came upon a red velvet box. Genieve's fingers hovered just above the box, feeling some secret power around the box. " Go on!" her father instructed. Quickly Genieve threw the lid open. Inside was a banner. The colors of Gryffindor adorned the banner. The Gryffindor lion stood up on its hind legs, pawing the air. Genieve gapped at the banner. " For ages our family became Gryffindor's."
" Then won't I be a Gryffindor?" Genieve questioned.
" You might be," Her mother answered. " The Larkov's have always been Gryffindor's. But time can alter tradition."
" I see," Genieve nodded.
" But whatever house you go to, you'll be trained well," her father smiled, putting a hand on her shoulder. " Don't worry. You're safe in all the houses."