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A/N: Hey, I decided to screw the ten review thing and just post my stupid story since it seems that no one in reading it...oh well....who cares. I'll try and finish this story, and maybe I will...

Dragon Flight
Chapter Two: Magic isn't real

The figure underneath the fluffy dark green comforter didn't even move when a small bundle started jumping on the end of the bed. Instead, she continued to snore.

C'mon lazy head! Get up! It's time for breakfast! The little boy said, jumping right onto the girl, who moved them with the pain in her thigh as the seventy pound eight year old landed on her with a thud.

OW! You little runt! Get off! Isaiah! The fifteen year old girl yelled, pushing the comforter off her head and she turned to glare heavily at the boy with narrowed gray eyes. The little by, now seated on her back giggled, his blonde hair messed, his blue eyes filled with mirth.

Mom said it's time to get up! She said you're a lazy bum and don't do anything! The boy giggled childishly before jumping off her and running out of the room screaming. The girl watched the boy with wide eyes.

He's definitely got mental problems, She murmured to herself, her eyes still wide as she got out of bed, she pulled on a pair blue jeans and a blue T-shirt. She glanced at herself in the mirror, shoulder length black hair, slightly wavy, she had just gotten it cut last week. Her gray eyes stared back at her, she liked her eyes, she rarely found anyone with her eyes. She smiled, her white teeth straightened by braces when she was ten, shown through. She had a small nose, high cheek bones, and naturally pale skin, no freckles or dimples or anything. She was slim, something she was grateful for, she could eat anything and not gain weight, something her friends envied over her about. She was pretty, but she wasn't cute, not like the way the boys in her school liked. They liked the round faced, cutie girls without brains.

She rolled her eyes and pulled on a pair of boots, and walked downstairs, immediately catching a good whiff of pancakes.

Hey mom, what's cookin'? She asked, sitting down at the table, her slightly chubby mother turned and smiled at her.

She said, she had blonde hair also, her green eyes sparkled as she smiled at a daughter that wasn't hers.

Oh really? Couldn't tell with all that screaming Isaiah was doing. She mildly glared at her brother, who giggled behind his hands and smiled innocently at her. Rolling her eyes, she messed his hair up even more, causing him to cry out and pout.

Isaiah, I told you to wake her up, not maul her. Her mother scolded, smiling at the little boy, who shrugged and swung his feet under the chair he was seated in, his little hands grasping the edges of his seat.

I woke her up, Isaiah said, not having a clue as to what the word maul' meant, he let it pass and smiled at his sister.

Madison, do you need anything in town? The woman asked, Madison smiled at her foster mother and nodded eagerly.

Well, clothes, and shoes, and hair accessories, and jewelry, and books, and- Madison said, starting to count off her fingers.

Now now, I get the point. Her mother said, laughing as Madison smiled at her mother. Emma Jenner set the breakfast on the table, her two children, whether biological or not, dug into it.

Emmie! Have you seen the car keys? A man's voice said in the hall, before he appeared in the kitchen also, a anxious look on his face. He was tall and slim, he had light brown hair and blue eyes, he smiled his kids and looked at his wife.

I have them, Ethan. Madison and I are going shopping after breakfast. We're taking the car, you can take the jeep. His wife answered, raising her eyebrows at him, he rolled his eyes and nodded, mumbling to himself as he walked out the front door the second time that day.

Mom, am I going to? Isaiah asked, his face scrunched up, he obviously didn't want to go.

Where else are you going to go, dear? His mother asked, looking at him with a raised eyebrow, sitting herself down in the seat across from him.

But mom! He whined, pouting as he stared at his food. I wanna go to Jared's house!

Of course dear, His mother said, forking a piece of sausage. Madison looked slightly annoyed with that.

You were going to let him anyway, She said, Emma never let her go anywhere when they went shopping for Isaiah's clothes. Emma smiled.

I know, you wouldn't want to drag him away from every toy in the story, would you? You know that would be your job. Her mother said pointedly, Madison was about to answer when a flapping down came from the living room. It sounded like a bird. I think another bird got inside,

She was refering to the robins nest just ouside the window, the parents of the eggs were always coming inside the house through the open window.

So shove the bloo- Suddenly a large horned owl flew in from the living room, landed on the table, dropped a letter in Madison's lap, grabbed a piece of bacon and flew back out of the window. Madison stared at the letter, it was in neat cursive of green ink. It read: To Ms. Madison Snape
Number 8 Sampson dr.
Kitchen

She looked up at the bewildered look on her mothers face, she placed the letter on the table and just stared at him for a moment.

Mom! Did you see that?! It just flew right in here and just gave the letter to Matti! Don't I get one? Isaiah said, practically falling out of his chair in excitment. Emma simply hushed him with a glare and he sat and sulked, but watched his sister. Well open it Matti, I wanna know what's in it.

Keep your pants on! Madison growled, glaring at her annoying brother, he could be so bothersome. He mearly stuck his tongue out at her and glared back. She sighed heavily, looked and Emma for confirmation, at her nod she opened the wax seal.


HOGWARTS SCHOOL
of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY
Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock,
Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards.)

Dear Ms. Snape,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. This is under unusual cirmustances. We will expect to see you September 1st, we await your owl no later than August 15.
Inclosed you will find a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress

By that time Madison's eyes were wide open. Witchcraft and Wizardry?

Who the bloody hell sent this? They've got to be bloody nutters! Madison exclaimed when Emma asked what it said. Emma furrowed her brow and snatched the letter from Madison's hands, her eyebrows rose and she blinked quite a few times.

Mom? What does it say? Is Matti in trouble? Isaiah asked, leaning over the table, trying to get a look at the letter. Emma immediantly folded the paper and handed it back to Madison, who glared at it as she put it back into the paper.

Whoever it was, obviously has a trained owl. Do you know anyone who does? Emma asked, ignoring Isaiah for the moment, who glared at both his mother and sister and finished his breakfast in silence.

No, I don't. Look, it's probably just some wacko from school, you knwo there's lots of them there. It's a public school, I told I should have went to a private school. Madison said, a serious look in her eye. Emma narrowed her eyes and stood, putting the dishes in the sink, she told Isaiah to get his jacket on and whatever he wanted to bring to his friends. She turned to Madison when Isaiah scrambled up the stairs.

Honey, this is serious. You obviously either have-magic-or someone's playing a prank on you-a mighty dirty one too. Emma said, she didn't believe in magic herself, she really didn't think any of it any good, only wasted your time. Madison looked at the letter agian, a frown on her face.

You're probably right, I'm going to go get ready. Madison said, it was just the end of July, and she had plenty of time to contemplate answering them. She wondered why August 15th, it wasn't any speical day at all.

Madison trudged up the stairs, the letter tightly wrapped in her thin fingers, she sighed and tossed it on her dresser when she entered her room. She looked in the closet for anything good to where and grabbed a red tank top that had blacks letter splaying the words I don't suffer from insanity, I enjoy every minute of it.' She pulled on a pair of khaki cargo pants and pair of black sandals. She turned to the mirror, ran her hands through her hair, it was unnaturally soft and wavy, but hard to control. She decided to leave it down and left the room after grabbing a wad of money off her desk.

Mom! I'm ready! She called as she walked down the stairs, Isaiah was standing by the door impatiently.

What took you so long slow-poke? He asked, tapping a foot on the ground, a bag at his feet.

Unlike you, I rather like looking slightly decent. She said, sticking her tongue out at him. He made a face at her and smiled when Emma walked into the hall, she looked at Madison, who gave no indication that something strange had happened to her that morning.

Let's go you guys, I want to be done by three. She said, hurding her kids out the door. Madison called shot-gun and jumped into the front seat, grumbling, Isaiah took the back seat.

Mom! Matti always gets the front seat! It's not fair! He whined from his position, leaning as far up as he could get without strangling himself with the seat belt. Emma looked back at her son and rolled her eyes.

Honey, you're going to be in the car for about five minutes. You'll forget all about it when we get to Jared's house. Emma said, starting the engine and backing out of the driveway. Madison played with the necklace around her neck, it went well with her shirt, there was only one odd thing about it. It swirled. It really did, the reds blended together and every once in a while a small thread of gold appeared and disapeared.

Emma called good-bye to her son before they started toward the larger part of London, where the shopping centers and window stores were located at.

Are you sure you don't know someone who would have done it? Emma asked suddenly, looking both ways on a street corner, not even looking at Madison, who looking up sharply at her mother.

I don't know anyone by the name Minerva or McGonagall. So no, Madison mumbled, looking out the window at the passing cars and business's it's been an half an hour since they left and they were just reaching the mall.

All right dear, do you need any help? I gave to get some sewing supplies and a few other things, you'll be alright alone, right? Emma asked, watching as her daughter opened the car door and gave her a whithering look.

Of course I'll be okay mom! I'm not five years old! She huffed, she stepped from the car and shut the door loudly. She stomped off towards the doors, but at the last second she turned and waved heartily towards the car that still sat in the parking lot. Her mother always waited until she was inside. Her mother waved back before driving off.

Turning she walked into the clean smelling mall, people filed past her, some glancing at her, but their looks never lingered. They were to busy going about their Saterday business.

Madison wandered into the food court, looking at all the possible placed to go, saw the ice rink below and watched the people skating. Some of them were good, but other fell left and right and she kept smiling as the little girl in little skating uniforms tried to skate fluidly, they always ended up on their face one out of three tries.

After watching them for a while, she walked towards a clothes store, and inside, were quite a few teenagers, all girls. They wandered throughout the store, not talking to anyone really, a couple of them knew eachother and talked non-stop. Madison, wishing she had brought a friend, wandered the isle, picking a few peices of clothing, purchesed them and walked out.

Almost at once was she all but knocked to the floor. She stumbled and managed to catch herself, she turned and found herself staring into the horrified look of a red-headed boy wearing odd looking clothes. She stood back from him and gave him a critical eye.

Oh! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to! You aren't hurt are you? He asked, taking a step toward her, she took a step back. Keeping herself cautious, the boy looked like a nutter and she wouldn't be surprised if it was him that sent that letter.

He wore a pair of funny looking elf shoes, a pair of black slacks, a shirt that had Korn rules!' written across the front, and a green vest. Other than that he was pretty cute, behind him came three more red-headed people, all equally dressed funny except the girl, who wore plain jeans and a blue t-shirt with the letters H2O on it.

Hello? Are you okay? The boy asked agian, apparently not noticing the apparently related trio behind him.

Ron! What are you doing? Are you terrorizing the mug-er...citizens agian? One of the boys asked, it was then that Madison realized that they were twins, well not the one who ran into her, the two other boys with the girl.

What? Of course not, I merely ran into her. She's fine-You're fine, right? He turned to her, a looked of worry crossed his face as she stared at him.

Nah, I'm going to die of a heart attack right here. She said sarcastically, his eyebrows bounces, the boys behind him snickered, the girl rolled her eyes. The boy called Ron obviously thought she was serious.

His voice was incredibly small, and his eyes were wide. Madison rolled her eyes and glared at the boy.

I was joking, She muttered, he blinked, looked at her strangly as she glared heavily at them. He turned to his brothers, who were still snickering.

Hey, don't you think she looks familiar? He asked, Madison's own eyebrows bounced at that. She took a step foreward and took hold of Ron's arm, he jumped and pulld his arm back as if she'd bitten him.

You're the one who sent me the letter! Admit it! She said feriously, at that the two boys behind Ron were silent.

You're right Ron, she does look awfully like a certain Potions Master when she's mad... The twin on the right said, a thoughtful look on his face. Ron merely squeked.

W-What are you talking about? I-what letter? He asked, instictvly leaning away from her leering face.

You know, the one about Hagwatts for something like that. She said, crossing her arms, she was beginning to think that these boys were innocent, the girl had yet to say anything. She merely looked on with amusement.

Ron repeated, a confused look in his eyes. If was then the girl stepped up and hit Ron's arm.

Do you mean Howarts? She asked, her voice was small but proud, Madison narrowed her eyes at the girl.

So you did send it! I ought to turn you people into the police! She said, her bag completley forgotten behind her. A few people turned to stare at them before hurrying along.

Ron Weasley! What did you do? A girl about her age came running from behind Madison, she had slightly poofy brown hair and brown eyes. She was one of the most normal people out of the bunch. She wore a simple red and orange tank top with shorts, a boy with black messed hair and glasses was following her. He himself wore a pair of baggy jeans and a grey t-shirt, he glanced at Madison, smiled and situation himself behind Ron.

I didn't do anything Hermione! She accused me of sending her a-Hagwatts letter. Ron said, despite trying to hold it back, he snickered, mirth showing in his eyes and he gazed at the glaring form of Madison.

The girl called Hermione said, the red-headed girl stepped up.

She meant Howarts, didn't you? The girl said, the question directed at her. Madison glared at her and nodded.

The girl called Hermione turned and looked at her with a critical eye, looking her up and down.

She's to old to recieve a Howarts letter, you have to be eleven. Hermione said, turning back to the girl. Madison then decided to speak up.

So you're saying you believe in all that magic crap? She said, Hermione turned on her heel and stared wide eyed open mouthed at Madison. Who narrowed her eyes, Hemione quickly shut her mouth.

Oh course I do! I can do it all quite well, She said, a smile on her face as she was obviously proud of it. Madison narrowed her eyes and looked at each one of them.

Whatever, I think you're all nutters, that's what. I'm leaving and hopefully that stupid place called Hogwatts will eave me alone. Madison said, turning, a hand stopped her, she whirled and pulled her arm away from Hermione's grip. Hermione pulled her own hand back.

Look, Hogwarts is real. We're all wizards and witches. All of us, Harry, Ron, Ginny, Fred and George. You obviously have a special reason for recieving your letter late. What's your name? The girl asked softly, a kind look in her eye, but intent. Madison narrowed her eyes.

She said, looking at each one of them, they all looked at her with either a smile of a confused frown. Madison Snape.

The twins, Ron and Harry all said this at once, their mouths open as they stared at her.

It's gotta be a coincidence. She couldn't be...although... One of the twins said, stroking his chin in thought. Ron looked at him horrified.

No. I refuse to believe that that nasty git actually had a kid...and to think what would have had to happen to have the kid...eck...disgusting. Ron said, making gagging sounds. Harry was still staring at her, the twins laughed at Ron, but were still looking at Madison, who was staring at them as if the were all insane.

What are you guys talking about? She said rather exasperated. These people were obviously apart of Hogwarts, or they were planning to do soemthing with her. But she really didn't care, they didn't seem to be too bad and didn't seem a threat, despite the number difference for her side and theirs.

Professor Snape, he's the Potion's Master at our school. You couldn't possibly be related to him, espcially if you don't believe in magic. Hermione said, she looked around at the group they made and sighed. C'mon lets go sit down.

She led them to stone table set by rail which overlooked the ice rink. They all sat down, Hermione sat next to Madison, the twins oppisate of them, Ginny squezed between them, and Ron and Harry on either ends.

Madison said, giving them wary looks. They all looked at her, she glared at them, they all looked at eachother.

You look remarkably like you, y'know. Harry said, the first thing he said to her. Madison merely stared at him, she glanced at the scar on his head, she thought it was odd looking, but her gaze didn't linger long.

Like who?

Professor Snape! Ron said, he looked at her as if she were stupid. She sneered at him and rolled her eyes.

So? I'm sure I resemble alot of people. She muttered, looking at the stone table she rested her hands on. They glanced at eachother.

No, even your hair looks the same, except his is erm-well greasy. You have his cheekbones, his pale skin, his sneers and glared and all those other looks, but that Merlin you don't have his nose. Hermione said, she started digging in once of her pockets until she produced what looked like a brochure. She glanced in both directions, and it was only then did she let Madison see the cover. Where a picture of Hogwarts was.

So, is that Hogwa-whoa! She gasped suddenly as a bird suddenly flew across the picture, she sat back so suddenly that she almost fell off the chair. Hermione gave her a small smile, as everyone else besides the twins, who were grinning madly.

Yes, and yes they teach magic. They have all the staff pictures in here. She opened it up and turned to the second page, where thre were one sets of three for eachpage, a small description beside each picture. She pointed to a sneering man, who glared at them all. -is Professor Snape.

He looks nothing like me. Was the first thing out of her mouth as she got a good look of him. The while table started laughing after a second.

He does too! Ron said, he grabbed it from Hermione's hands and studied it himself. See! You've got his cheek bones! Hair, and skin color! It's not doubt that he looks like you! Admit it!

I can't, for one thing I don't know who my father is, and for another I don't know who my mother is either. All I've got is this. She pulled the necklace out from under she shirt and showed them. Only Ron and Hermione really got a good look at it, since they were sitting right next to her.

Madison, that's-that's blood! Hermione said, gasping as she saw the swirling reds. Madison ripped the necklace from her hands and glared at Hermione.

My mother gave that to me, She hissed, pulling it protectivly to her chest. Hermione continued to stare at the necklace.

No, it's not a bad thing Madison. That's dragon blood-

How do you know? Ron asked, a sneer in his voice, he didn't believe she did, she was probably just showing off.

Becuase that's the only blood you use in necklaces like this, it's made from Unicorn hair and silver, and it- She paused, looking at it closer. -and oh god! It has a tear in it too! Oh Merlin, I think I'm going to faint.

Hermione rested her hands on her forehead and breathed for quite some time.

Wait a second here! You don't know who your parents are? So that means maybe Snape doesn't know either... Fred said, a thoughful look in his eyes as she stared at Madison. Madison ignored him and turned to look at Hermione.

You mean there's dragon tears in here, that's what the gold was? Madison asked, studying her necklace. Hermione looked up at her.

Yes, dragons give out necklaces like that to their charges. You obviously, or your mother, I highly doubt your father if it is Snape, was a dragons charge. You use it to call for their help, Hermione said, the whole table was staring at her.

How do you know? Ron asked agian, he obviously didn't like being showed up and he glared at Hermione while trying to get a better look at the necklace held in Madison's hand.

I read it in a book,

As always, Hermione, do you always have your nose in a book? Ginny asked jokingly, she smiled briefly at Hermione.

How do you call them? I mean, you don't just demand, do you? Madison asked, ignoring all their comments so far.

Oh no! It's by thought, at least that's what they think, when a charge is in trouble, they send out a silent message through the necklace, but they have to have the necklace on them for it to work. It's also said to call them whenever the charge is in mortal danger. Like if they wanted to jump off a cliff for something. Hermione explained, it seemed that the only who really cared about the necklace was the girls. Fred and went to buy some food, Ron went with him. That left George and Harry, Harry was slightly interested in it.

Oh...so magics real?

A/N: Please please review? Pretty please....just say anything! I don't care anymore! Please?

Oh, and by the way, how did you like the story? I sort of like it...

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