𝗦𝗰𝗮𝗿-𝗖𝗿𝗼𝘀𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀 - 𝗬𝗲𝗮𝗿 𝗢𝗻𝗲

1 | Dumbledore

Your P.O.V.

"Who are you?"

"My name is Dumbledore. I'm a Professor," the old man replies.

"That's a silly name," I state. "You say you're a professor? What do you teach? My favourite subject is reading, but my teachers say I'm good at everything."

Dumbledore smiles at me silently.

"So? What do you teach?"

"I teach magic, (y/n)."

"You can't teach magic!" I exclaim. "Magic comes from within. You can't just learn it!"

"I see your teachers weren't exaggerating. You are correct, magic is something you're born with." I smile proudly, knowing I got the right answer. "Tell me, (y/n), do you know what happened to your parents?"

"Ms. Smith told me they died in a car crash. I was only a year old. It gave me this." I brush my hair to the side and show him the lightning-shaped scar on the side of my neck.

"I see," he mutters. "Well, I knew your parents."

My eyes widen. "You did?" I'm never allowed to know anything about my parents.

"Yes. I taught them. Brilliant students. Your mother was Delilah Roberts, and she was an amazing witch, very powerful. And your father... was also very powerful."

"What's his name?" I ask desperately. "Who was he?"

"It's not important right now. What's important is—"

"He's my father! It's important to me!" I yell.

"(Y/n)," Dumbledore interrupts sternly. "I understand how you feel."

I doubt that, I think.

"But you aren't ready to know yet. What's important right now is that you have a choice. You can go to Hogwarts and study magic, or you can stay here. I leave it completely up to you."

"I—" I don't know what to say. I honestly don't mind the orphanage, but everyone seems to mind me. They think I'm odd.

Just because that book flew off the shelf and hit Trisha in the head one time doesn't mean they should be scared of me!

And that racist bitch deserved it! But this is getting off topic—

"I'm in."

"Excellent. I've taken the liberty of buying your books . Here's the train I ticket." Dumbledore hands me a ticket then snaps his fingers. A stack of books appears on the floor beside me.

"I— what? Where do I go?"

"In two days, you will go to King's Cross and find the barrier between platforms nine and ten. Run straight through."

"What?!" I exclaim. "That's impossible! You can't run through a solid object!"

"Just believe, (y/n). If you believe in magic, you can do many impossible things."

"Alright," I say eventually. "But if I get I concussion I will find you and I will hurt you."

"Deal," Dumbledore says with a smile. "Tomorrow, Hagrid will take you to buy a wand."

"I get a wand? Wicked."

"Yes, it is—as you say—wicked. Be careful, (y/n). Our world can be a very dangerous place."

"Yes sir."

"Excellent. I'm very sorry, (y/n), but I must be going now. I also have a few things to do before schools starts."

Dumbledore gets up and leaves my room, and I'm left wondering what I'm the world just happened. I look at the stack of books on my floor.

I've got reading to do.

A/N: Hey! I really hope you're enjoying this book and I promise it'll get better. The first chapter of books I write aren't always the best just because I have to set stuff up, but as I get further in it does get better.

Thanks for reading,

- Amy <3