Author's Note: I do not own Harry Potter! I bloody wish I did, but
unfortunately I can only write about it. All characters and places not
mentioned in the Harry Potter books are of my own design and may not be
used without my permission. ^_^ Please R+R!!
The Idea
Kiarin wondered if maybe she was asleep. After all, she'd fallen asleep during classes before. Maybe she was still in Biology right now. Yes that had to be it. She must have dozed off and just dreamed up the owls and the odd behavior of her mother and principal, and this very odd, old man who was going on about who knew what.
The look on her face must have shown just how insane she thought this man was because at that point her mother seemed to have gained her voice back. "It's true dear. Everything Professor Dumbledore has told you is true."
She pinched herself, waited a second, and did it again. No, definitely not a dream. A joke? No, her mother wasn't the sort. Then.. Could it possibly be true? But how could it? School of Witchcraft and Wizardry! What a name! As if something like that could possibly exist! And even if it did - which is didn't! - why hadn't someone found it already? Disbelief was written all over her face and her mother spoke up again.
"I know maybe you think that this is all just some big joke, but it really isn't. Your father, rest his soul, was in fact a wizard. An auror he was. One of the tops. He put so many Dark Wizards away. Saved a lot of muggles, too. That was how I met him."
No sooner had her mother started speaking than she began to look incredibly wistful, simply talking as though there was no one in the room but her and she was reliving the past. But while her mother seemed to know exactly what she was saying, Kiarin didn't have a clue. Words she'd never heard before were flying at her - auror and muggles, and while she knew what a wizard was she had absolutely no idea why her mother was talking about them, let alone a dark one.
Kiarin snapped to attention when she noticed that her mother had started crying. Before she could reach for the tissue box - black with the fake purple gems you could buy anywhere; a gift Kiarin had made for her mother a few years ago - Professor Dumbledore had already handed her a handkerchief. While Kiarin did feel bad for her mother, she couldn't exactly sympathize. Her father had died when she was very young, and she still had no real idea why. Whenever she'd brought up the subject her mother always managed to find come clever way of changing the subject each time until Kiarin finally just stopped asking. And here she was, getting at least some sort of an idea as to what might have happened and she couldn't understand a word of it.
Dumbledore seemed to notice her confusion once again and offered an explanation. "I'm sure you know what a wizard is, and I assure you they are quite real, myself being one. And in this world not all wizards are good. Those who sided with a very powerful evil wizard, Voldemort, are known as Dark Wizards. It is the job of an auror to find these Dark Wizards and capture them, so that they cannot bring harm to others, as they so often did. Neither witches, wizards, nor muggles - those without magical abilities - were safe. Aleck Goldwind, your father, was one of the best aurors at the time. He'd managed to capture many Dark Wizards, Death Eaters, as they're also known. But this, of course, only served to gain him many enemies, which, I am afraid, eventually led to his murder."
At the word "murder" Kiarin flinched. "So, you're telling me that my dad was some big wizard catcher. And so that's why I've got this little witch gene in me, too?" Kiarin was slowly beginning to realize that perhaps this wasn't just some weird dream or joke.
"Yes. Normally we send out letters to students when they are 11. It is at this point that they begin their lessons at Hogwarts. However, it appears that your letter never managed to leave the school. As you are now, you couldn't possibly attend Hogwarts. There are simply too many things that you will not have learned and there are some things that even magic cannot do. However, there is still a way for you to attend Hogwarts."
And with that the old man pulled off some sort of necklace from under his robes and around his neck. The chain was very fine gold and hanging from it was something that seemed to be a very small hourglass. A Time Turner.
The Idea
Kiarin wondered if maybe she was asleep. After all, she'd fallen asleep during classes before. Maybe she was still in Biology right now. Yes that had to be it. She must have dozed off and just dreamed up the owls and the odd behavior of her mother and principal, and this very odd, old man who was going on about who knew what.
The look on her face must have shown just how insane she thought this man was because at that point her mother seemed to have gained her voice back. "It's true dear. Everything Professor Dumbledore has told you is true."
She pinched herself, waited a second, and did it again. No, definitely not a dream. A joke? No, her mother wasn't the sort. Then.. Could it possibly be true? But how could it? School of Witchcraft and Wizardry! What a name! As if something like that could possibly exist! And even if it did - which is didn't! - why hadn't someone found it already? Disbelief was written all over her face and her mother spoke up again.
"I know maybe you think that this is all just some big joke, but it really isn't. Your father, rest his soul, was in fact a wizard. An auror he was. One of the tops. He put so many Dark Wizards away. Saved a lot of muggles, too. That was how I met him."
No sooner had her mother started speaking than she began to look incredibly wistful, simply talking as though there was no one in the room but her and she was reliving the past. But while her mother seemed to know exactly what she was saying, Kiarin didn't have a clue. Words she'd never heard before were flying at her - auror and muggles, and while she knew what a wizard was she had absolutely no idea why her mother was talking about them, let alone a dark one.
Kiarin snapped to attention when she noticed that her mother had started crying. Before she could reach for the tissue box - black with the fake purple gems you could buy anywhere; a gift Kiarin had made for her mother a few years ago - Professor Dumbledore had already handed her a handkerchief. While Kiarin did feel bad for her mother, she couldn't exactly sympathize. Her father had died when she was very young, and she still had no real idea why. Whenever she'd brought up the subject her mother always managed to find come clever way of changing the subject each time until Kiarin finally just stopped asking. And here she was, getting at least some sort of an idea as to what might have happened and she couldn't understand a word of it.
Dumbledore seemed to notice her confusion once again and offered an explanation. "I'm sure you know what a wizard is, and I assure you they are quite real, myself being one. And in this world not all wizards are good. Those who sided with a very powerful evil wizard, Voldemort, are known as Dark Wizards. It is the job of an auror to find these Dark Wizards and capture them, so that they cannot bring harm to others, as they so often did. Neither witches, wizards, nor muggles - those without magical abilities - were safe. Aleck Goldwind, your father, was one of the best aurors at the time. He'd managed to capture many Dark Wizards, Death Eaters, as they're also known. But this, of course, only served to gain him many enemies, which, I am afraid, eventually led to his murder."
At the word "murder" Kiarin flinched. "So, you're telling me that my dad was some big wizard catcher. And so that's why I've got this little witch gene in me, too?" Kiarin was slowly beginning to realize that perhaps this wasn't just some weird dream or joke.
"Yes. Normally we send out letters to students when they are 11. It is at this point that they begin their lessons at Hogwarts. However, it appears that your letter never managed to leave the school. As you are now, you couldn't possibly attend Hogwarts. There are simply too many things that you will not have learned and there are some things that even magic cannot do. However, there is still a way for you to attend Hogwarts."
And with that the old man pulled off some sort of necklace from under his robes and around his neck. The chain was very fine gold and hanging from it was something that seemed to be a very small hourglass. A Time Turner.