Cupid [Harry Potter FanFic]

z e r o ; when you are alone

Sometimes, Nirvana would think she is invisible. When she walked down the streets, and people wouldn't spare her a glance, or when she would enter a cafe and no one would even ask her what she was doing there, what she wants. She would mostly feel invisible when she stared at people in the streets from just around the corner.

She would also feel invisible in the orphanage, but only there was she proven wrong.

Her name, Nirvana, meant Extinction and Disappearance of the Soul. It made sense.

Nirvana looked from outside of her window, staring at the street. Maybe it was due to the fact her hair seemed dyed in a pale blonde color, or maybe due to the fact she already used make-up but almost everyone told her she seemed older than she really was. 

A woman sat on a bench, maybe waiting, but Nirvana felt despair radiating through her soul. Ever so quietly, Nirvana opened the window, preparing. She got ready to shoot. A man walked by, hands buried in his coat. Loneliness.

Nirvana shot him with a self made arrow.

Love was the most important thing in Nirvana's life, and somehow, she never felt it. Not for herself. Nirvana kept looking at them and gasped in pain all of a sudden. 

She would always feel it when shooting arrows at people, but this was more painful than usual. Nirvana tried reaching it, but it was in the middle of her back, too far for her to reach. She strained her hand, grabbing something. She pulled, feeling more pain.

A bloody feather was resting in her hand.

She turned back to the street, feeling a new kind of feeling.

Loneliness was the main feeling that radiated from the white bearded man, and Nirvana was doubting that even she could do anything.

The man walked to the entrance of the orphanage, and Nirvana looked at it puzzled. Everyone were asleep. 

Everyone except for her.

"Nirvana?" the soft voice of Ms. Mary asked quietly. 

"Yes?" Nirvana asked, looking at the woman.

"This man is here to see you," she gestured at the white bearded man from the street. "Come here."

Nirvana walked to the entrance, and from there Ms. Mary guided them to the office. "Would you like me to leave you alone, sir?"

Nirvana looked between the two, as they exchanged words. Within moments Ms. Mary left, and they were left alone.

"Nirvana?"

"Yes?"

"Hello, I am Albus Dumbledore," he introduced, offering a hand to shake. Nirvana stared at it for a moment, before shaking it. They both sat down, "I am the headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."

He paused, allowing the thought to settle.

"Hi, I'm Nirvana Henry." The blonde stated simply, not knowing what else could she say. She wanted to laugh and dismiss him as a lunatic but that would be rude.

"You believe me?" he asked, intrigued.

"No," she said swiftly, "but saying it before even bothering to introduce myself would be rude."

"I see," the man lent back in his seat. "Well, would you like an example to see for yourself that I am a wizard?"

"Please," she replied simply. The man, Dumbledore, took out a piece of wood that Nirvana couldn't help but stare at; it had mysterious engravings that she couldn't help but admire. He waved it, setting a small wood statue on fire. Nirvana yelped, jumping to aid her beloved statue. "Stop it!" 

He stopped the fire all at once, looking at her with wondering eyes.

"You've made it," he stated like it had her name written on its forehead in big letter.

"Yes," she said simply, touching the statue. She was awed to find it had no burning marks. "How did you do it?" she asked, confused.

"I'm a wizard," he repeated, "and you are as well, Nirvana. Here," he handed her a letter that had her name written on it in green ink.

"What is this?"

"Your acceptance letter to Hogwarts," he said softly, and after a moment Nirvana sat down on the chair once more. Nirvana looked up at the man, who nodded, urging her to open the letter.

HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock,
Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)

Dear Ms. Henry,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.

Term begins on 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 31 July.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall, Deputy Headmistress.

Nirvana flipped it to check what was the second page, finding a list of equipment. She returned the two pieces of paper into the envelope, not reading through the second.

She was at loss of words.

"I'm not a witch," she finally uttered out.

"Really now?" he asked, amusement lacing his voice.

"Yes," Nirvana continued. "I am not. I admit that magic might be real and that you might say the truth about everything, but I am not a witch."

"I see." Dumbledore said, settling into silence. "How about you come down for Hogwarts just for one term, and then we'll know if you're a witch or not for sure."

NIrvana gave him a strange look, glancing between the letter and him. 

"Do you agree?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. She nodded, giving in to the desire to find out the truth. "If so, welcome to Hogwarts School to WItchcraft and Wizardy."