Raised with Magic

Chapter Two: Listening to voices

My whole life, or at least as far back as I can remember, I've always woken up early. My daddy always slept in late so more often than not I would simply lay in bad and think. Today was similar, only I wasn't in a thinking mood and instead of thinking I was listening to the voices outside of the room as they talked about me. I wasn't awake enough to truly analyze or even note the tone of the voices. The only thing I took in where the words and idly noting one of the men was Mr. Newlhouse.

Person one said, "Where is she going, Jimmy?"

The second person answered, "We're not sure yet, by muggle law she should be going with her closest family member which would be her uncle in the States.

"But?" The first responded.

"The ministry didn't pick up on accidental magic. They responded to underage magic." That was the second person again.

"But, that's really rare!"

"Of course it is rare!"

"Wait, what does that mean?" A third person spoke.

"Well, kids will sometimes perform magic growing up which the ministry detects as accidental ,magic because of their age and because they don't have a bond with magic until they receive and connect with their wands. For the ministry to detect her magic as underage that means she has the potential to use wandless magic." Person two was the one who answered him. Person two seemed to be the one to actually somewhat know what is going on. I'm kind of almost jealous. I want to know what is going on too.

"I thought that only powerful witches and wizards could develop that later in life." At least person three seemed to understand what person two had been talking about. I wasn't so lucky. Wands, governments and rarities of a magical world were topics that I really didn't follow too well.

"No, you either have the potential or not. But, to tap into it without having a wand born connection to magic is unheard of." Person one entered the conversation again.

"What if this is all a fluke?" Person three asked.

"I highly doubt that. Regardless, she really should be placed with someone who can perform wandless magic. Now that she has tapped into it once, it will be marginally easier for her to do so again. Someone will have to teach her to control it." Person two, the smart one, answered.

"But, people who have even minor control of wandless magic don't just flaunt it around!" Person one spoke a bit louder then before. I think he meant that it would be hard to find one. I am going to be a problem then. Maybe I can go live with Jared and his Grandmother instead. Living with Uncle Ed isn't an option.

"I know, which is why you two wont say anything. Albus Dumbledore is making some calls to find an appropriate place for her. Leaver, can you read her magic signature from here? You will need to deactivate the ministry detectors." Person two has to be the one in control. Mrs. Stacy, my teacher, says that when leaders speak people listen. These people always seem to let person two take control.

"Yes, I'll manage." Person three, Leaver, replied.

"Okay, I'll talk to her now." This was person one again, meaning who ever came in would be that one.

The door opened and I pretended to just be waking up for no reason other then wanting to.

"How are you feeling today, Hermione?" Mr. Newlhouse asked, seating himself next to me. This time I didn't shy away. He kind of reminded me of my daddy's friend. Besides if he was trying to figure out a home for me, he wasn't a danger. At least not right now.

"Better." I answered. "The nurse used a stick and said something to make my head hurt less. But it made me sleepy."

"The stick is a wand and the words were a spell. She's a witch and a healer here." He clarified in the same way that my teachers spoke.

"Will I be able to do stuff like that?"

"Yup, you'll get your wand when you turn eleven." I just nodded. The idea seemed interesting enough and I was thrilled that there was a new world of knowledge to explore, but I was still numb. "Now, I'm sorry to just dive in, but I need to know what happened." This was starting to remind me of the crime shows that Jared watches on the tele when his Grandmother lets him come to visit.

"Are you the police then?" He didn't seem like a cop, but he sounded like one.

"Yes, I guess you could say that I am the Wizarding equivalent."

It was my turn to talk, I really didn't want to. I didn't have a choice though, not with that look he was giving me. "I don't remember much. I did what daddy told me to do if bad people ever entered the house. I hid in a passageway off the hallway that is hidden." My voice was shaking without my permission, but I knew if I didn't continue I never would. "I could see it all. There were two men and they looked pretty normal, but they were fighting with daddy and mother was already on the floor with blood around her. They had knives, but they were bigger then the ones that mother uses to cook." I knew I was avoiding the point, but I needed to calm down. Daddy always tells me that crying is fine, but I still need to finish things. "Then they got daddy. Both of them weren't moving and the men started taking stuff. They didn't see me but then Leo went by and they found my hiding spot."

"Who is Leo?" He asked me softly. I almost hoped his voice would return to normal, not this monitored niceness, at the same time I really didn't.

"Leo is my cat. Is he okay?"

"I'm not sure, when we're done I'll go look for him, okay?" I nodded, Leo hates being home alone. "Will you continue for me darling?" Apparently, I hate the name darling.

"I don't really remember more, they were coming towards me… and I… kind of remember a white light. Then I was here." Now I was fully crying, but it was okay because I was done telling the auror what happened.

"Okay, you did great kiddo. I'm going to go look for Leo, but I'll send in a healer to sit with you for a while."

I didn't answer him. I couldn't if I tried, but he did send in a healer. I couldn't really see her. Everything was blurry because of my tears. That is another reason I don't like crying, it makes you not be able to see things. But even not being able to see her I was okay with her being here. After all, she didn't try to make me talk. Most adults always think that it is there duty to make crying children talk, it never works. Instead, the nurse lady rubbed circles on my back like Grandma used to do before her trip. I'm pretty sure that Grandma is dead too.

I guess I fell asleep again because the next thing I know a healer is waking me up to eat. The food is awful, almost as bad as school lunches. But, this didn't bother me too much because I am glad to see Leo curled up by my feet.

"How are you feeling?" The nurs-healer asked once I was done eating the half of my meal I could stomach. I knew she meant both physically and mentally but I only had the answer to one of those.

"Fine."

"Okay, do you need me to get you anything?" I was tempted to ask for a book but I knew that I would end up with a picture book if I did so I declined. "Alright, your scheduled for visitors to stop by in a few hours so try to get some sleep. I'll be coming in to check on you before that and if you need anything just call out for me, alright sweetie?"

The door closing woke Leo and without his normal stretches he climbed onto my lap and settled down again. He wasn't asleep and I could only assume he was comforting me. Maybe he knew that I had no daddy to comfort me anymore. "What now Leo?" I asked my cat stroking his smooth gray fur.

I'll be the first one to admit that I am too curious for my own good. So, within minutes my mind was on the topic of magic and what the men had said about not needing a wand. I was really flying blind but for some irrational reason I was completely convinced that my magic wouldn't hurt me. Which was odd considering that I didn't fully believe that I had any magic to began with.

I started thinking about what I wanted to try. I absolutely refused to try something like a rabbit out of a had. Instead I took one of my pillows and put it on my feet, right after where Leo had sat.

I stared at the pillow for I don't know how long. I kept thinking things like, 'raise', 'flout', 'fly', 'levitate' but nothing worked. Then I started gesturing with my hands with the same amount of concentration. I finally started to get the pillow to rock back and forth a little when the door started to open, I stopped my attempts.