The Norse God at Hogwarts

Ch 2: Professor McGonagall

A tall woman dressed in a green cloak stood before the old cottage. Her eyes were quick to notice the house that was falling apart, as well as the holes in the roof. The front yard could not be called a yard, it looked more or less like a little jungle, which sprouted along the wall and crawled up the pickets.

The brightly painted door is half off its hinges, it's still shiny knocker dangling with gravity. The path is still perfect brickwork, the mortar holding back the weeds that have overtaken the neighbouring paths with ease. Usually that's a bad sign, if someone's taking care of the place. But the path like everything else about the house reeks of the recent fire.

Nobody's been here in a while I'll bet. McGangall thought.

The professor looked around the place, it was quite small, there was a single bed on the ground covered in furs and other pelts with a nightstand. There was a fireplace to the right of the bed facing the sleeping quarters. There wasn't a table or chair in sight. but there were weapons lying about. An axe and some arrows, with a shield that had some old paint of blue and white with black celtic ravens on it.

There was a slight creak behind the Professor. She turned around in time to see an axe aiming right at her head. She whipped out her wand and deflected the weapon from coming at her head. She looked to her attacker and saw it was a child, who looked at her with fear but masked it with anger.

The child was small in size and was quite skinny but not to where she looked starving. She nocked an arrow and fired it at the Professor. Again she blocked it with her wand. The child kept attacking the professor, with her weapons. This went on for a good 30 minutes. The professor attacked back a few times but the child rolled away from her magic spells.

"Who are you and what do you want?!" the child screamed at her as she picked up an axe ready to strike if the professor moved.

"I am Professor McGonagall", the stranger stated shortly. Realisation hit the child.

"Wait...so your not from Kjotves clan?"

"No, i'm not"

The child relaxed her attack stance and lowered her weapons. Still eyeing the professor.

"Are you Eivor Varinsdottir?" the woman asked

"Yes,"

"Miss Varinsdottir", Professor McGonagall broke the silence, "I am Deputy Headmistress and Professor at the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. You have gotten our letter, I presume?"

Miss Varinsdottir nodded silently. Professor McGonagall took a breath. The next part was where most muggle born children tended to flip out.

"You are a witch, Miss Varinsdottir. Meaning, you have magical powers and can therefore go to Hogwarts to learn several aspects of magic."

Miss Varinsdottir stared at her, yet there was no surprise in her eyes. This confused Professor McGonagall a bit.

"How do you know?", Miss Varinsdottir asked suddenly.

"Know what?", Professor McGonagall asked back irritatedly.

"That I can do magic."

Professor McGonagall eyed her curiously. This was certainly not the reaction she had expected.

"After a child manifests his or her magical powers, they are watched by the ministry through the Trace, which tells us when somebody is old enough to go to a school such as Hogwarts."

Miss Varinsdottir nodded and inspected Professor McGonagall's green robes more closely.

"I shall retrieve you tomorrow to take you to a place called Diagon Alley, where you can get your school supplies", Professor McGonagall stated and looked down at the girl through her glasses.

Miss Varinsdottir nodded once more, keeping silent. After another moment of silence, Professor McGonagall spoke.

 "I shall quickly inform your parents of the details. Could you take me to them?"Of course she wouldn't tell him about the magical part involving their school. 

"It's only me here." she mumbled and looked down. "They died a few years ago, i've been on my own since."

This was a surprise, a child at 11 on her own with no other relatives or families around watching her. The professor nodded and walked towards the door.

"Good day, Miss Varinsdottir", the Professor said.

"Bye", the little girl answered quietly.