The Fearless Year 1

Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry

Thursday 11th April 2019

Gabby was gawking at the woman in the door way for about a minute before she realised what she was doing. "Who are you?" She asked the stranger. "I am Minerva McGonagall. May I come in dear?" She said politely to Gabby. She thought about this for a second, looked into the strangers kind eyes and decided she trusted her. She held the door open and Minerva entered into their hallway.

"MUM, DAD THERE'S SOMEONE HERE TO SEE YOU!" Gabby called upstairs. Jenny hurried downstairs to greet the woman in the hall and Gabby saw Jack and Autumn peeking down from behind the banister. "Hello, how can I help you" said Jenny curiously to the stranger. "Good morning, Mrs Rose I presume? I am Minerva McGonagall, I need to speak to you about your daughter, Autumn" replied Minerva. Autumn crept downstairs at the mention of her name.

"Hello dear, are you Autumn? I have an important letter to discuss with you and your parents" she smiled kindly up at Autumn on the stairs. "Please come into the living room" Jenny said to Minerva, "Would you like some tea?" She asked. "Yes please" Minerva replied politely. "Gabby go and get your father please" Jenny requested to her eldest daughter. Passing Autumn on the way up stairs Gabby stared curiously at her sister wondering why it had not been her the strange woman wanted to speak to.

"Dad Minerva McGonagall's downstairs and she wants to speak with you, mum and Autumn" Gabby relayed when she reached her parents room. "Who's that?" Asked Adam dumbstruck. "How should I know" sulked Gabby and she wandered back down to the living room where Autumn and Jenny were sitting facing Minerva.

Soon, Adam was rushing into the living room Jack trotting along behind him like a shadow and stopped at the living room door. "Hello" Adam said to McGonagall curiosity bubbling inside him. "Hello, now that you're all prepared I need to discuss something with you about your daughter Autumn." McGonagall stated bluntly. The entire Rose family was staring at her captivated so she went on. "Your daughter has been gifted with special abilities and has been offered a place at my school, a school which will teach her how to grow and control these abilities."  She looked at Autumn with a sympathetic look. "W-what?" Autumn said "that's not possible is it?"

"Autumn you have magical blood and we would like to help you. You could become a powerful witch with a little nurturing at Hogwarts. Hogwarts is a magical school for magically gifted children to attend." McGonagall explained."

"There is a whole magical world living in secret amongst you. It may be a bit daunting at first but we would love you to join us at Hogwarts in September." She carried on smiling at Autumns awe filled face. Jenny spoke next slowly piecing together what she'd just heard. "Sorry I don't really understand, magic isn't real is it?" She replied to McGonagall "Even if it does exist, we aren't magical how could Autumn be magical?" Adam questioned. "Magic is quite real it can skip many generations resulting in a dormant gene. This can resurface at any point which results in magical children with none magical parents"smiled McGonagall to Jenny and Logan.

She proved her magical ability by pulling out her wand and made a few golden sparks fly out the end of it. "Wow" Autumn breathed. "Will I be able to do that?" She questioned. "That and much more if you want to" smiled McGonagall. "How can I be a witch though, how can you be sure?" Asked Autumn.

"We have an enchanted book and quill which write down the first signs of magic are exhibited by young witches and wizards they wrote down your name" replied McGonagall. "Could you think of anything unusual that's happened to you when you were feeling scared or upset Autumn?" She asked her gently.

Autumn scanned her brain and suddenly she remembered something. It had been maybe a year ago and her and Gabby were playing in a park near their house. She had fallen of a climbing frame and remembered feeling scared she knew hitting the floor would hurt. The odd thing was when she hit the floor it had felt more like a cushion and she had come away with no scratches or bruises at all.