Chapter Two: Albus Whispers.
The owl came to Sar's home when she was eleven. It had been a testy time in Sar's life, bottles of Hebrea's Firewhiskey were strewn about the house, and strange wizard callers would often visit her mother in the night... But today nothing could change her spirits. She touched her golden Nymph, which served as a reminder of when she lived in England. But for now she was American by birth, and that meant Forchunate's Academy for the Magical Arts. She would find out today, if she got accepted, because today was her eleventh birthday. She didn't understand that there was no doubt that she would be accepted because she was quite unaware of her brilliance at that point, which probably was the best thing for her.
She opened the post. Her mother was 'indisposed' at the moment with some unsuspecting man, a part of Sar's muddled life she never liked to speak about.
She read,
"Dear Ms. Sar Jentles
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry is pleased to inform you, you have been accepted to attend the upcoming school year."
She stopped reading. Hogwarts? Hogwarts? But that was in England! Surely there must be a mistake! Surely she was not to go back to the country she had tried so hard to forget. To the country that had Lily, Voldemort, the orphanage...surely not...
The next few days were a haze. Having Hebrea read the letter in excitement. The flight to London. The tapping of the bricks to enter Diagon Alley. The only thing she could really recall was an encounter with a very important man in Ollivander's wand shop.
"I have found the perfect one!" exclaimed Mr. Ollivander, "Dragon heartstring, cedar, 13 inches!" She gave it a wave a she felt a rush of magic surge through her body.
She held up her wand, "Lumin-" but she cut herself short. She forgot she wasn't supposed to know these incantations until school. And as neglectful as her mother had been, she would not want to her into trouble. Mr. Ollivander did not seem to notice Sar's slip up. The sound of sweeping cloaks came from across the room, as if someone had noticed. And while Hebrea was paying for the wand, none other than Albus Dumbledore sneaked up behind Sar and began to whisper quietly in her ear.
"Remember this Sar Jentles; You have the cunning wit of a nymph, the potential of a great witch, and a destiny as the boulder the Boy Who Lived shall rest on. Please spend you time wisely"
She asked him aghast, "is Harry Potter at Hogwarts?"
He replied, "How old are you?"
She ruefully answered, "Eleven," as if she wished she could have been older.
He smiled, but his eyes were serious, "And Harry is but eight. You will understand when you are in your third year and he is in his first. And hopefully shortly thereafter both you and he will understand what exactly destiny means this time around."
"This time around, sir?" She asked confusedly.
"When second war rages...never mind...patience, dear." he whispered and turned out the door. "See you at the sorting ceremony," he said brightly.
He left.
"Was that Albus Dumbledore?" exclaimed Hebrea.
"Yes," Sar managed to whisper in a whirlwind of questions.
"You remember him from the Chocolate Frogs, don't you, love?" She asked mock fencing with Sar's new wand.
Sar grabbed it from her. "Yeah..." she mumbled, "Chocolate frogs..."
They left the shop, and Sar wondered at Albus' words for two years.
The owl came to Sar's home when she was eleven. It had been a testy time in Sar's life, bottles of Hebrea's Firewhiskey were strewn about the house, and strange wizard callers would often visit her mother in the night... But today nothing could change her spirits. She touched her golden Nymph, which served as a reminder of when she lived in England. But for now she was American by birth, and that meant Forchunate's Academy for the Magical Arts. She would find out today, if she got accepted, because today was her eleventh birthday. She didn't understand that there was no doubt that she would be accepted because she was quite unaware of her brilliance at that point, which probably was the best thing for her.
She opened the post. Her mother was 'indisposed' at the moment with some unsuspecting man, a part of Sar's muddled life she never liked to speak about.
She read,
"Dear Ms. Sar Jentles
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry is pleased to inform you, you have been accepted to attend the upcoming school year."
She stopped reading. Hogwarts? Hogwarts? But that was in England! Surely there must be a mistake! Surely she was not to go back to the country she had tried so hard to forget. To the country that had Lily, Voldemort, the orphanage...surely not...
The next few days were a haze. Having Hebrea read the letter in excitement. The flight to London. The tapping of the bricks to enter Diagon Alley. The only thing she could really recall was an encounter with a very important man in Ollivander's wand shop.
"I have found the perfect one!" exclaimed Mr. Ollivander, "Dragon heartstring, cedar, 13 inches!" She gave it a wave a she felt a rush of magic surge through her body.
She held up her wand, "Lumin-" but she cut herself short. She forgot she wasn't supposed to know these incantations until school. And as neglectful as her mother had been, she would not want to her into trouble. Mr. Ollivander did not seem to notice Sar's slip up. The sound of sweeping cloaks came from across the room, as if someone had noticed. And while Hebrea was paying for the wand, none other than Albus Dumbledore sneaked up behind Sar and began to whisper quietly in her ear.
"Remember this Sar Jentles; You have the cunning wit of a nymph, the potential of a great witch, and a destiny as the boulder the Boy Who Lived shall rest on. Please spend you time wisely"
She asked him aghast, "is Harry Potter at Hogwarts?"
He replied, "How old are you?"
She ruefully answered, "Eleven," as if she wished she could have been older.
He smiled, but his eyes were serious, "And Harry is but eight. You will understand when you are in your third year and he is in his first. And hopefully shortly thereafter both you and he will understand what exactly destiny means this time around."
"This time around, sir?" She asked confusedly.
"When second war rages...never mind...patience, dear." he whispered and turned out the door. "See you at the sorting ceremony," he said brightly.
He left.
"Was that Albus Dumbledore?" exclaimed Hebrea.
"Yes," Sar managed to whisper in a whirlwind of questions.
"You remember him from the Chocolate Frogs, don't you, love?" She asked mock fencing with Sar's new wand.
Sar grabbed it from her. "Yeah..." she mumbled, "Chocolate frogs..."
They left the shop, and Sar wondered at Albus' words for two years.