❝𝑨 𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕'𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒔.
𝑩𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒗𝒆𝒍𝒗𝒆𝒕 𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆❞
A Muggleborn in Slytherin was unheard of. Until Emelia Clermont came along in 1991. This is her story, and how s...
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Emelia Clermont jumped when she heard the doorbell ring.
It made her lose control of the pen she was holding, which caused a jagged diagonal line through her writing.
"Fiddlesticks," she sighed and shoved her brown hair out of her face with her ink-stained hands.
Her Math homework had been successfully ruined by a doorbell. That excuse was almost even worse than the classic my dog ate it.
"Emelia, honey, would you come down for a second?" Her mother's voice echoed throughout the hallway.
The brunette rolled her chair back and stood up, being careful not to hit the slanted ceiling. It'd been a tight fit to put her own desk in the room that she shared with her other two older sisters.
When Emelia arrived downstairs, she saw her mother and a strange woman in the living room.
The ageing face of her mother smiled as she gestured for her to sit next to her on the sofa.
"Hello, Miss Clermont," the strange woman said.
The girl frowned and looked at her mother for an explanation. Her parents had always told her not to do anything with strangers, and definitely not let them into the house.
"I am Professor McGonagall. I teach transfiguration at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."
Emelia tilted her head in confusion, "A school for witches?"
Professor McGonagall nodded, "Yes, for witches and wizards. If you attend, you'll learn to control the magic inside of you."
"So you're saying that I'm a witch?" Emelia furrowed.
"That is exactly what I am saying, Miss Clermont." McGonagall retrieved a long, slim stick from her emerald green robes and pointed it at the cat that had been snoring away on the windowsill.
Without warning, the brown cat began changing form until a goblet stood in its place.
Emelia's eyes widened as she looked at the object that used to be a living, breathing cat.
Her living, breathing cat, to be exact.
"Where'd Sparky go?"
"Don't worry, your cat is perfectly fine, Miss Clermont," the professor waved the stick yet again, and slowly but surely the cat reappeared, still sleeping. "This particular piece of magic is called transfiguration. You'll learn more of it at school."
McGonagall fished around in her robes and got a faded yellow envelope out of them. Then she handed it to Emelia.
"The letter inside contains everything you will need for the coming school year."
