Finding Fantasy
The Secret
"I think the dear is waking up. Albus, should we tell her yet?"
"No, Poppy, she's not ready. The young girl will need her strength. By Merlin, do you think she would want to know who her parents are?"
Charmaine opened her eyes to see a short woman in a white nurses uniform and an odd old man. His silvery beard flowed down his stomach, and he was wearing the strangest thing. It was a mix between a purple robe and a weird cloak. Not knowing where she was, she listened to the conversation, being quarreled before her ears.
"Albus, we can't just keep her here. You know that the blasted orphanage never clued her in. She doesn't know that she has bloody magical powers! Merlin, she never got the letter, Albus, do you know what this means?" Screeched the nurse.
" I understand that, Poppy," the old man said calmly, "but we can't send her back. What will she think; she just had a dream about witches and wizards? No, no, no, I am sure this is the right thing to do. Even a memory charm would be cruel considering we know about her parents!"
Memories flew back into Charmaine's throbbing head. She bumped into someone, or something, at that blasted barrier, and ended up in a place that was unknown.
"Um, excuse me, sir, where am I?"
The two instantly looked up at the sleepy girl. The man had an excited twinkle in his eye, and the nurse was fuming.
"Ah, Ms. Voundaire, you have awakened. We have much to explain. Please, sit down."
He gestured to a wooden chair beside him, while Charmaine lazily walked over to where he was pointing.
"My name is Professor Dumbledore, you can call me Albus. This is Madam Pomfrey." He nodded towards the mumbling nurse next to him.
"Now, do you know where you are?"
A dazed look came across Charmaine's face, obviously stating the answer.
"No, I guess not."
"Charmaine," Dumbledore started, " You are-"
"Um, I am sorry to interrupt, sir, but how did you know my name?" Charmaine asked in wondrous awe.
"Ah, that and much more will be explained if you would kindly let me finish. Now, you are sitting in the infirmary of Hogwarts, school of witchcraft and wizardry. Yes, that is correct, witchcraft," Dumbledore said answering her awed look," and you yourself are, in fact, a witch. Your parents were among the many who fought to save the wizard world, and for that, we are all grateful, but, sadly, they are now among the many missing." Dumbledore said shaking his head sadly.
Charmaine sat there staring. This had all come as quite a shock to her. It was like being hit in the head with a vase and then realizing the reality that you are about to be divorced and live the rest of your life as a lonely person. Of course, this was not the case with Charmaine. She was about to embark on a whole other world. A dangerous journey was ahead, and she was definitely not ready for the worst.
The Secret
"I think the dear is waking up. Albus, should we tell her yet?"
"No, Poppy, she's not ready. The young girl will need her strength. By Merlin, do you think she would want to know who her parents are?"
Charmaine opened her eyes to see a short woman in a white nurses uniform and an odd old man. His silvery beard flowed down his stomach, and he was wearing the strangest thing. It was a mix between a purple robe and a weird cloak. Not knowing where she was, she listened to the conversation, being quarreled before her ears.
"Albus, we can't just keep her here. You know that the blasted orphanage never clued her in. She doesn't know that she has bloody magical powers! Merlin, she never got the letter, Albus, do you know what this means?" Screeched the nurse.
" I understand that, Poppy," the old man said calmly, "but we can't send her back. What will she think; she just had a dream about witches and wizards? No, no, no, I am sure this is the right thing to do. Even a memory charm would be cruel considering we know about her parents!"
Memories flew back into Charmaine's throbbing head. She bumped into someone, or something, at that blasted barrier, and ended up in a place that was unknown.
"Um, excuse me, sir, where am I?"
The two instantly looked up at the sleepy girl. The man had an excited twinkle in his eye, and the nurse was fuming.
"Ah, Ms. Voundaire, you have awakened. We have much to explain. Please, sit down."
He gestured to a wooden chair beside him, while Charmaine lazily walked over to where he was pointing.
"My name is Professor Dumbledore, you can call me Albus. This is Madam Pomfrey." He nodded towards the mumbling nurse next to him.
"Now, do you know where you are?"
A dazed look came across Charmaine's face, obviously stating the answer.
"No, I guess not."
"Charmaine," Dumbledore started, " You are-"
"Um, I am sorry to interrupt, sir, but how did you know my name?" Charmaine asked in wondrous awe.
"Ah, that and much more will be explained if you would kindly let me finish. Now, you are sitting in the infirmary of Hogwarts, school of witchcraft and wizardry. Yes, that is correct, witchcraft," Dumbledore said answering her awed look," and you yourself are, in fact, a witch. Your parents were among the many who fought to save the wizard world, and for that, we are all grateful, but, sadly, they are now among the many missing." Dumbledore said shaking his head sadly.
Charmaine sat there staring. This had all come as quite a shock to her. It was like being hit in the head with a vase and then realizing the reality that you are about to be divorced and live the rest of your life as a lonely person. Of course, this was not the case with Charmaine. She was about to embark on a whole other world. A dangerous journey was ahead, and she was definitely not ready for the worst.