A woman with dark olive, youthful skin, icy, blonde hair plaited around her head, and grayish-purple eyes looked down at Y/N. She was wearing an odd array of colors and shapes that meshed into a lovely, unified item of clothing. It was a robe.
Y/N stared at the woman, admiring her clothing.
"I assume you know why you're here?" gruntled the woman.
"Actually no-- but the signs point to the idea that I'm a witch! Oh my gosh-- at last-- at last!"
"Sure--why not"
"What do you mean?" asked Y/N, clearly disappointed.
"You have magical ability-- at least, we think you do--- but we don't know why it never showed itself in your youth. We thought you were a squib, as your only magical ability might have been from a distant grandmother that we cannot directly trace lineage to you from. Then again, we just don't know--"
"Well, that sucks-- wait-- then why am I here? Where am I? What magic? " Y/N paused for a second, considering the fact that her questions would overwhelm this individual, "Who are you? Who is we?"
The woman knelt down to get a better look at the girl.
"I am--- was--- the headmistress of Ilvermorny. The school shut down because of-- of events that even I can't bring myself to repeat", her strong, full voice quivering slightly at the mentioning of the latter.
Y/N's stare persisted as if nudging her for more information. Her eyebrows furrowed slightly.
"I can't give you my name-- not right now--. There are a lot of questions that I can't give you the answer to. That--" she pointed at the shining item in Y/N's hand, "is yours. You have a trace of magic that we can't quite identify; you are not a muggle, and have the same abilities of a squib"
Y/N nodded, pressing benignly for more information.
"You are the last of the magical and potentially magical that we've been able to smuggle out of their anti-magic homes. Since Ilvermorny is not currently operating and there is no one you can trust to teach you magic at home, we have contacted our sister school, Hogwarts---"
Y/N's eyes widened and the tiniest, yet clearest of squeals escaped her lips.
The woman's eyes squinted slightly with an amused look.
"--As I was saying, Hogwarts was contacted in regards to your situation and we believe we can arrange for you to attend for a couple of years. Of course, unless there is something, holding--you---back", she continued, slowing her words as she saw Y/N's face drop.
"But I would be entering my last year. I wouldn't really get an experience, now would I?" and at that moment, Y/N slightly slapped herself. She was being so ungrateful. She should have been jumping with joy.
"I know. The goal is for you to put your time-turner to good use. You will go in as a seventh year, but we have set up a set course of study for you to catch up with your peers. Though I understand that a year is not enough, and so, a bit more will be done in that regard, but we will discuss that when the time comes."
"Alright, let's go"
"And with no trunk? Nothing to bring?"
"Well, what can I bring? And, how can I go without my family saying anything", Y/N stated, shuttering slightly, and noting the slight shuttering of the ground beneath her as she remembered them, her family.
"I think we can work something out", the woman stated, a slight smirk forming at her lips.
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On the Edge of Great (Fanfic)
FanfictionY/N, 17 F, had just finished reading Harry Potter and the Cursed Child, quite saddened at how this would have been her generation at Hogwarts. Of course, it doesn't help that she is also American, so Hogwarts, technically speaking, would just never...
