Life at Hogwarts.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters or places. I do own the made up's I am playing since well I made them up.
Prologue
My name is Anya Lee Dumbledore. I am thirteen , a witch, and I live at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I've lived at Hogwarts since I was one, and I don't remember much about my parents Adrian and Carol Dumbledore. My uncle Albus Dumbledore was the only family I had left, and he is the headmaster at Hogwarts. Though I suppose to tell this properly we would have to start back with my parents.
It was a dark and stormy night in May when my parents were killed by Voldemort or as many I know call him He-Who-must-Not-Be-Named or You-Know- Who. They were going out to dinner and a movie. It was about six in the evening when they dropped me off at Jill Summers house. She was to me watch for the night, and my parents planned on coming for me the next day. Though they had no way of knowing that they would never see me again.
They had just returned home at about half past nine when Voldemort attacked. He had already been in the house waiting for them. He used one of the unforgivable curse Avada Kedarva. It is known as the killing curse causing death instantly. My parents never stood a chance they didn't have their wands near them and even if they had I doubt they could have defeated him. Since many other witches and wizards had stood against him and lost their lives in the same way.
By the time the Ministry of Magic arrived Voldemort was gone and my parents were dead. Since I had no other living relatives my uncle was informed. But seeing as he was busy with the school, he sent the grounds keeper, Hagrid, to get me and bring me back to Hogwarts. Seeing as my uncle wouldn't have time till the end of school for me then Hagrid was put in charge of me, and from what I've been told I could haven't been safer anywhere else.
I can't say I remember much about my first years at Hogwarts since I was so little, but I do have clear memories of when I was six. At this age surprisingly, I was already starting to transfigure things much to the distress of some and the delight of others. I spent much of my time with Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick. They have always been my favorite teachers. Now that you know how I came to live at Hogwarts I can tell you about growing up there.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters or places. I do own the made up's I am playing since well I made them up.
Prologue
My name is Anya Lee Dumbledore. I am thirteen , a witch, and I live at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I've lived at Hogwarts since I was one, and I don't remember much about my parents Adrian and Carol Dumbledore. My uncle Albus Dumbledore was the only family I had left, and he is the headmaster at Hogwarts. Though I suppose to tell this properly we would have to start back with my parents.
It was a dark and stormy night in May when my parents were killed by Voldemort or as many I know call him He-Who-must-Not-Be-Named or You-Know- Who. They were going out to dinner and a movie. It was about six in the evening when they dropped me off at Jill Summers house. She was to me watch for the night, and my parents planned on coming for me the next day. Though they had no way of knowing that they would never see me again.
They had just returned home at about half past nine when Voldemort attacked. He had already been in the house waiting for them. He used one of the unforgivable curse Avada Kedarva. It is known as the killing curse causing death instantly. My parents never stood a chance they didn't have their wands near them and even if they had I doubt they could have defeated him. Since many other witches and wizards had stood against him and lost their lives in the same way.
By the time the Ministry of Magic arrived Voldemort was gone and my parents were dead. Since I had no other living relatives my uncle was informed. But seeing as he was busy with the school, he sent the grounds keeper, Hagrid, to get me and bring me back to Hogwarts. Seeing as my uncle wouldn't have time till the end of school for me then Hagrid was put in charge of me, and from what I've been told I could haven't been safer anywhere else.
I can't say I remember much about my first years at Hogwarts since I was so little, but I do have clear memories of when I was six. At this age surprisingly, I was already starting to transfigure things much to the distress of some and the delight of others. I spent much of my time with Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick. They have always been my favorite teachers. Now that you know how I came to live at Hogwarts I can tell you about growing up there.
