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Celestia Athena Holmes is used to living a normal life, in a normal Orphanage. But that all changed when a certain woman in Emerald-green robes stepped into her room, and handed her a letter.
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The month of August was spent in reading every school book and imagining what Hogwarts would be like by reading Hogwarts: AHistory.
She didn't really think she would make any friends, considering she didn't talk to anyone in the Orphanage besides Sisters Mandy, Olivia, and Bethany. And the talking exchanged was only "Good morning", "Goodnight" or "Sit up properly and listen!".
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Linda's Girls Orphanage, 10:00am, September 1st, 1991.
This was it. Today was the first day of Hogwarts. The place where both her parents had went to learn about magic.
As she heaved her trunk down the steps of the Orphanage after exchanging a polite goodbye with Sister Mandy and Sister Olivia (Sister Bethany wasn't that emotional), Professor McGonagall appeared.
"Have you got everything?" she asked her, a smile on her strict face.
"Yes professor."
"Good. We'll be apparating- er, or teleporting-as the muggles call it, I think? Hold on tight." she held out her arm, which Celestia quickly grabbed with her free hand.
Celestia felt the Professor's arm twist away from her and redoubled her grip; the next thing she knew, everything went black; she was being pressed very hard from all directions; she could not breathe, there were iron bands tightening around his chest; her eyeballs were being forced back into her head; her eardrums were being pushed deeper into her skull and then—
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King's Cross, 10:05am, September 1st, 1991.
She gulped great lungfulls of cold morning air and opened her streaming eyes. She felt as though she had just been forced through a very tight rubber tube. It took a moment to realize that she was not Tottenham Court Road anymore. No, she was at a station, predictably King's Cross.
"Are you alright, Celestia?" said professor McGonagall, looking down at her, concerned.
"'M fine." she mumbled, her face a little green.
"Right. I want you to run straight through the wall between platforms 9 and 10. Got it?"
Celestia thought the professor was mad. Run through the wall? Who does that? But she agreed.
"Er—Ok."
"Best do it in a bit of a run, I'd say, not many muggles around-Are you ready?"
