This fanfiction will follow eight year's of the Harry Potter fandom. This will be fic one. The main character is Kellah. It is also a songfic.

Song: Do You Believe in Magic by The Loving Spoonful

An owl-like bird flew by as a double rainbow graced the sky. Right now, nothing concerned Kellah-Onai Dellarose. She played outside on her friend's garden. It was one of the few times she had been let out because of her parents. She's not sure why. They preferred her to read the Bible or spend all day under their thumb. Because of that fact, it made it hard for her to handle hot days like this.

There lingered a sweltering wave of heat in the air. She could see everything looked a bit blurred. Her clothing stuck to her skin, making her feel like a sinner in church. Any longer, and the sun would cook her well done in the fiery pits of hell. Today was perfect for tanning, but she was already too dark. She lived in the suburbs. The houses looked the same. The gardens needed to be more pristine. Or neighbors complained and called the resident management company. There was a bricked chimney and a black mailbox for each house. A foul odor of rotten food lingered in the air and caught in her throat. The thought made her avoid the curb and stand on the garden, breathless.

Rubbish bins, green and blue, were outside each house on the curb's edge. It waited to be taken out as Kellah had waited outside for her friend Jasmine. All the houses on the block were the same dull gray. Each had people outside mowing their lawns and children playing. Cars honked as a few kids ran into the street. Everything had an order, and a designated duty. That's what the neighborhood seemed to entail.

To Kellah, she was the thing to brighten this gray world.Despite her anticipation of seeing Jasmine, something was wrong. The hairs on her neck stood like she was being watched. She was certain she was being protected by a neighbor, making sure they didn't get hurt or go into the street. That made everything seem safe, but that was not the sensation she was getting. This was different, but she wasn't sure why.

Jasmine had blonde pigtails against her fair skin and a white summer dress to match it.She spun in her dress, hula hooping with her friend Jasmine Spencer. They wanted to see who would make it stay up the longest. A few times, it continued for far too long that they became dizzy and fell over. It was close, but Kellah had won. She enjoyed winning. She was usually the best at these types of games when allowed to play with others. Then they both laughed, laying on the manicured garden of Mr. and Mrs. Spencer. They stared up at the clouds when Jasmine's mother stood over both of them, blocking the view and darkening her day.

"Why are you playing with this hooligan? I told you to stay away from her kind," she said, pulling her daughter's arm.

Kellah got off the ground and picked a white dandelion from the garden,trying to give it to Mrs. Spencer. Jasmine had gotten red from the heat or blushed from embarrassment. She wasn't supposed to say the quiet part out loud. It was because Kellah was black and Jasmine was white, and Jasmine's mother didn't want them to see each other.

"I'm sorry," said Kellah. When she reached out her hand to Jasmine, Mrs. Spencer backed away with disgust.

"Go home and don't come back," Mrs. Spencer said to her, pulling her daughter into the house.

Kellah blew the puffball dandelion when she turned to leave. She noticed all the neighbors had stopped to stare. They continued about their day when Kellah glared at one of them. It had been like this since she had moved. Was she doing something wrong? She was trying to be as polite as possible. The kids were fun, but their parents wouldn't let them out to play with her. Children were always running about as she was stuck inside, watching them play. Most went inside whenever she asked to play, or their parents made them. On her walk home, bits of fresh-cut grass were stuck in her shoe. She took off her shoe and wiped off her foot. Her hands were grimy, and her foot was uncomfortable against the sandals. She became sad until she saw another kid, this one she knew would play with her.

He was standing with his back to her. It was Aaron, and he lived right next door to her. She crept behind him and covered his eyes as her cheek brushed his flat top fade.

"Guess who," she giggled.

"I know who this is, Kellah," he laughed, turning to face her.

They hugged, and she tapped his chest, saying, "You're it."

She wore a dress that covered her legs in the summer, making running hard. The material was lightweight, but her mother always dressed her like this. It was improper to show her legs. Kellah was sweating more than she should chasing after one of the neighbor boys, playing tag. She was one of the faster kids, even though she was short. Tag was his favorite game because he was so fast, so Kellah had to play since she didn't have many friends. And if they ran far enough, her mom couldn't see them since he lived next door to her. Even though she was forbidden to. She knew Aaron would play because he had fewer friends than her. She caught the boy in a flash, then hugged him and ran away so he could chase her now.

He was chasing after her when she heard her mother yell, "Come inside and eat!"She never got to have fun.

Refusing to look at the boy, she approached her mother, stopping for a spell to pet a silver tabby cat on the way.

"Now," her mother yelled.

She stopped petting the cat. It wasn't responding, anyway. It was blankly staring at her. Kellah hurried inside. When the door closed, her mother hit her bottom.

"I told you to come inside. You over there talking to boys trying to be grown. What did I tell you about playing with that boy?"

"Don't," she said, straining a cry ready to come out. But her mom grabbed her by the arm.

"I will give you something to cry about if you want to cry. Now shut it up."

Nodding her head, she sat at the dining room table, trying to sit comfy with her bottom sore. The air was brimming with the scent of food. A thick seasoning that stung your nostrils and engulfed the entire house. It was that cajun spice she loved so much. The curtains, however, hated it and would smell like food for the coming days. Oil stains were already forming. Despite living in a pleasant road, their home did not reflect that. They attempted to create a comfortable atmosphere, but it remained uncomfortable. It was sterile, like a church without God, devoid of feeling.

At the dinner table, staring back at her, was makote. It's a spicy banana dish that was red from all the tomatoes and curry powder. She smelled it, and the cayenne pepper burned her nostrils. Food with a bit of spice was always the best. There was ugali as a side dish that looked like a mass of cornbread but was lighter. Kellah wanted so badly to dig in, but her mother had not sat down yet. The food did look delicious, but she was hot and wanted something more refreshing. Ice cream was on her mind. The food her mother prepared for herself was much smaller. She was heavier but was eating a lot less these days. Her mother sat down and said grace.

Kellah joined reluctantly." God is good. God is great. We thank you for this food, amen."

She was gobbling the food in jumbo bites. "Eat like you got some sense," her mother yelled.

Slowing to eat more prudish to please her mother, she realized the makote was sour. Water to wash the food down would have been better. Her mother didn't allow her to drink water until she finished the food, which made her mouth parched.. Her mother snapped her fingers because Kellah had moved her legs to the left. Yet another custom of her mother's home country, Uganda. There were many things to remember, but they weren't in Uganda anymore. They were in the United Kingdom. If only her mother would act like it. It was always about traditions and customs. That's why no one wanted to play with her. Kellah was becoming more Westernized. Sometimes she wanted to wear shorts or a short skirt, not knee length. Occasionally, she wouldn't mind some meat. It was so rare to have most of the food her mom cooked was plant-based. The plants were good, but only sometimes.

No more thinking. All she wanted to do was devour this food. She gorged herself on the ugali, nearly choking. Food tried to spill from her lips, but she made a hard swallow due to fear of upsetting her mother. Everything flashed before her eyes. Death by suffocation was how she would die at eleven years old. Kellah choked on some dry ugali because her mom didn't make it right. Since Kellah had picked her plate clean, she wouldn't die. Beating her chest to help the food go down was for the best. Kellah's heart jumped as the food went down. Then she gulped the water because she had cleared her plate. It was such a relief to have everything done. Now Kellah could have that ice cream she was craving. "Mother, may I have some ice cream?" she asked.

"We don't have any," her mother said with a thick accent.

After eating that dry ugali, she earned that ice cream. Her mom didn't so much as flinch when she began choking. Kellah was always good stuck in the house with her. She wanted freedom. Right now, that was ice cream. There had to be some. She was keeping the sweets to herself to punish her. Her mother cleared the table and cleaned the dishes. Kellah took her blue bible from her schoolbag and pretended to read it to appease her mother. The bible's engraving had her name in gold letters. She traced the leather with her delicate fingers, they did not go over it smoothly. There was grain to the touch. It was almost too warm in her hand because of being in the heat. She watched her mom put up the dishes because that was more interesting than reading the Bible. A tub of ice cream popped out of the shelf and landed on the table. That made her laugh, but her mother wasn't happy.

Kellah cleaned off the spoon her mother hadn't grabbed with her utensil as fast as she could. She began eating the ice cream straight from the carton. "I told you we had ice cream," she said with her mouth full."

"I must have bought it and forgot to put it away," her mother said, grabbing the container.

Something had come over Kellah a chill, and she announced." Someone is at the door."

Kellah grunted in annoyance when the doorbell rang. Her mother returned the ice cream to the table to answer it. As Kellah reopened the ice cream and started eating it, she saw a woman enter her home. She didn't so much as walk. She glided as if on air. Her presence electrified the room as if she were the most important person there. The woman held her head high and embodied elegance. A tall, severe-looking woman with cat-like features, her hair was dark and tied in a bun, pulling the edges of her hair. Kellah touched the edges of her hair in plaits that she hated. She couldn't help but think any tighter, and the women's hair will fall out. A more grown-up look like that lady would be nice for herself.

The woman had a letter in her hand, and her mother and the lady argued in a hushed tone. Her mother did nothing quietly, so this was a surprise. What could she have to hide? The woman ignored her mother and sat down with Kellah. The hat on top of her head was pointy, like a witch's. Her mother would not like that. She set the hat on the table and slid a letter to Kellah. It read:

Mrs. K Onai-Dellarose,

25 Heathgate,

Hampstead Garden Suburb,

London

Kellah opened the letter. Inside, it said they had accepted her to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft

and Wizardry. Now that Kellah had a closer look at the dressed woman in unusual loose-fitting green robes. It makes her look regal.She had the chance to attend a fancy boarding school. Get away from her parents. It was something she had dreamed about, but for it to be a school for witches and to have magical powers never.

"I'm a witch," she asked.

"Yes, you are. I'm the Transfiguration teacher Professor McGonagall," she offered her hand to shake. Kellah moved her letter from her right hand to the left. She did not want to seem rude because that was against customs. She shook the professor's hand with her right hand.

Her mother came to stand behind Kellah, the shock wearing off. "You are not a witch, Kellah," she gestured her arm at McGonagall, " and you need to leave, devil worshiper."

McGonagall smiled, "If this girl doesn't go to Hogwarts, she will become an obscurial. Then the Ministry will take the child from you and put her in an orphanage, or worse, they will be too late, and she will die."

"I would rather her die than become a witch," her mother yelled.

The joy Kellah had felt was dying inside her because of her mother. She wished she could say she didn't mean those words, but knew she did. Biting back tears, she sat there, miserable. She looked up at McGonagall, who had stood taking off her square glasses that now hung like a necklace.

"Mrs. Abbo Onai-Dellarose, I know you are a stay-at-home wife, and your husband is Pastor Dellarose. That you run a church and live off of their wealth. You spend all your time at home but neglect your child and send her to an all-girl church school. I know the funds for your church seem to be a bit off. Yet your daughter never seems to have anything she wants, and you barely meet her needs. You provide her with food and clothes, but being a good parent is more than that. And now, you prefer her to die than go to Hogwarts.. I will make sure she goes if that is what she wishes," she says, waiting for Kellah to reply.

"I want to go. I want to learn magic," she says, jumping out of her seat.

"Good, then it's settled." Then the door swung open, and an owl flew to McGonagall; she had it send Dumbledore Kellah's acceptance notice.

"Ownage, I did not settle it. I-" McGonagall stopped her mother, standing mere inches from her face. McGonagall leaned into Kellah's mother's ear and started whispering. The only word Kellah could make out was "brother." This confused Kellah because she didn't have a brother or an uncle.

McGonagall "I am a witch, you rude Muggle, and I have been calm. That is the least of my powers. Now you will deal with Dumbledore or me, and he won't be as pleasant as me, Mrs. Aboo Onai Dellrose."

Her mother could not speak for a moment and coughed, holding her throat. "Yes, Kellah will attend, but I won't be happy about it." She folded her arms to show the little dignity she had left.

"I will return tomorrow morning to help her buy school supplies. Please have at least five hundred thirty sterling pounds ready. If you cannot have it ready, we can provide financial support. There is no tuition; this is only for school supplies.Then I shall return her to your…care."

"So much money for a school I don't want her to attend," said her mother.

Professor McGonagall said good day and left the front door, closing it behind her with magic. Kellah ran to the window to see her go, but all she saw was a silver tabby cat running down the street. Kellah turned to stare at her mother, who had eaten the ice cream from the carton despite being on a diet. She retrieved a spoon from herself with the hand that had a giant scar. Kellah sat down and started eating the ice cream with her mother.

"So, can I still get my hair done for school?" Kellah asked with a mouthful of ice cream.

Her mother pointed the spoon at her. "Yes, but no hair salon. Not for that expensive devil-worshiper school that crazy witch has put you in. I refuse to pay."

"But you said you would pay."

Mrs. Onai-Dellarose ignored her child's words. There was a big smile on Kellah's face. Professor McGonagall said the school would provide funds if her mother could not. Mrs. Onai-Dellarose saw the smile and glared at the child. Kellah straightened her face, continuing to eat the ice cream. Her mother had never let her eat this much ice cream.She was sure they both would have upset stomachs tomorrow, but she didn't care. She was going to the best wizarding school in the world.

That night her mother saged the entire house and had incense burning, which made it hard to sleep. In her sleep, she swore she heard her mother reciting from the Bible. She felt like water was dripping on her head.