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Ch. 5: Introductions
The library was very large and very old. Three of the four walls were lined with book shelves that touched the high ceilings. In the bookshelves were old leather bound books. A small pale hand touched the bindings and read out loud some of the names.
"Dragons and Magical Properties, Dragons: Where to find their Nests, Beautiful Creatures or Deadly Menace, The Twelve Uses for Dragon's Blood" she paused, moved a couple of books down and picked one out. She looked at the cover which read Dragon Hunt, fiction by Marlsey Worthor.
She walked to the middle of the room to where there was a arm chair facing the wall made up of floor to ceiling windows that looked over the estate. She lay across the chair, head on one armchair, legs over the other. She propped the book open on her legs and started reading. Her figure was frail and small, she looked pale, her hair was a pale white blonde, her eyes an ice blue. She was in a white summer dress that hung to her calves and her feet were bare.
Her eyes scanned a few lines and then she sighed with impatience. She closed the book and looked out the windows. The estate was extensive, there was a plain of grass which was surrounded with woods. While staring out, she saw it. An owl flew towards her house.
She almost jumped out of the armchair and ran to the doors on the side. When she pulled open the doors she was face to breasts with a beautiful tall white blonde woman.
"Here it is," she said handing her the letter the owl dropped off.
The small girl took the letter in her small hands and read the address.
Havec White
Library
White Manor
Chichester
She tore into the letter excitedly. She'd been waiting for this letter ever since her mother told her about the school.
Dear Miss. Trigina Mays We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry…."What is this?" A girl with black hair, slightly tanned skin and big brown eyes sat at the breakfast table, letter in hand.
"I don't know," the man sitting across from her responded.
"Look," A woman pointed over her shoulder to the bottom of the letter. "It says that some people will be coming over tonight at 7 to explain. Something about a 'floo-network' and keep the fireplace clear."
"British people are weird mom, this must be one of those weird welcome to the neighborhood joke. Why did we have to move here? You could have left me in Houston with my friends but noo… you had to drag me here."
"Triggy, you know perfectly well that we moved here because of your fathers work. Blame him." The she gave her husband a beautiful playful smile. "I'm only joking dear, I love it here."
"Well I don't!" Trigina declared and stomped out of the kitchen.
Upstairs in her room she looked at the letter again.
"Robes, pointed hat, wand, cauldron… are they serious? They think I'll fall for this?" She said to herself but continued to read.
A Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration by Emeric SwitchA History of Magic…
"Practical Defense for Beginners by Henry Boelsworth… Dad, do you know who's teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts?" A boy with brown hair sat at the floor of an armchair that seated a man.
"They always had trouble with filling that position." He paused for a moment and looked at his son. "Well, there is a rumor at the Ministry that Harry Potter is going to take the position…. He did quit his job as an Auror, so I suppose it could be true."
The small boy's green eyes lit up. "The Harry Potter?"
"Kal honey, could you come help me in the kitchen."
"I'm coming."
"Dad, do you think I'll be in Gryffindor?"
"I haven't known a Moon who wasn't a Ravenclaw, but then there is a lot of your mother in you, you might just be a Gryffindor." He gave a chuckle at this.
Platform Nine and Three-quarters was busy that morning. Students were saying good bye to parents and trying to get on the train that was getting ready to leave.
There were three students sitting in the cabin very quietly, avoiding eye contact when there was a knock. The door slid open and a very tall man stood in the doorway.
"Do you mind? The others are full."
The students shook their heads and the man entered and took a seat by the window. He put his hand out to one of the girls. "My name is Harry Potter, I'm going to be your new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher."
The girl's eyes went wide as she took his hand and shook it. "My name is Havec White."
"So the rumors were true." The boy next to him stated and stuck out his hand for a shake. "I'm Kal Moon."
Harry then looked to the quiet young girl who had been watching them and put his hand out for hers. "I'm Trig Mays."
"So, why did you quit as an auror to be our defense against the dark arts professor?" Kal asked.
"I've been at it along time. I needed a break." Harry simply stated.
"Excuse me?" Trig interrupted. "Are you like an important person or something? By the looks on Kal and Havec's faces here when you mentioned your name, you must be well known."
Harry gave a little laugh to this. The girl was very abrupt.
"Are you kidding me? You haven't heard of Harry Potter?" Kal sounded surprised.
"She's probably muggle born, it's not her fault." Havec said.
Kal looked at Trig again and blew out a breath. "Harry Potter was the boy who lived, the one who brought about the end of the dark war."
Harry let his mind wonder off while Kal retold his story to the young witch. Soon they were talking about other things as well. Havec was born and raised exclusively in a wizard family and didn't know about muggle life, while Trig was exclusively muggle. Kal was mixed, his father a wizard and the mother a muggle. Kal and Havec were also curious about Trig's life in the U.S.
"So your parents dragged you here?" Havec asked.
"Yep." Answered Trig.
"If you can't use magic then how did you get here?"
"I took a plane. You know those things in the sky that look too big to be a bird?" She asked sarcastically.
"No I don't."
Trig gave a little sigh at this.
Harry suddenly zoned back into the present and turned to the first years. "We are getting close, you ought to get your robes on."