Elizabeth Kane and the Order of the Phoenix

Chapter 6

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𝔖𝔦𝔯𝔦𝔲𝔰 𝔞𝔫𝔡 ℑ apparated to dad's garden and he turned into a dog immediately. He ran around the garden a couple of times and then followed me through the house and out the front door. Trang was sitting on the front step.

"Hi!" I said brightly, smiling, clutching my broom in my hand.

Trang got up and turned around and my smile dropped. "What's wrong?" I asked immediately.

She wasn't crying, no. She looked, lost, confused, and hurt. She opened her mouth, closed it, and opened it again and said, "Can we go inside for- for a moment?"

"Yeah, of course." I said, opening the front door back open. Sirius trotted back inside and I told him he could go out to the garden if he wanted to, but he laid down at our feet as we sat down on the couch.

I watched Trang hesitantly as she pulled two envelopes out of her pocket. "So. . . I told you mum and dad were going on vacation, right?"

"Yes. . ." I said slowly.

"And I said I was going to search their house?"

"Yes."

"Well. . . I found something." She said, clutching the envelopes.

"Are your parents. . . criminals?" I asked hesitantly.

"Only in my mind." She said and laughed bitterly. I wondered what she had found. "These were postmarked five years ago. For me. They never gave them to me." She handed me the envelopes. They were both opened. I flipped over one and it read: Mahoutokoro institute of magical studies. The other read Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry.

"No." I whispered. With trembling fingers, I opened the Hogwarts one and opened up the folded parchment slips.

Dear Ms. Nyguen,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.

We are aware that you may have also been accepted to Mahoutokoro Institute of Magical Studies and will need your owl by 31 July to know if you will be coming to Hogwarts or not.

Yours Sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress

"You're a. . . you're a. . ." I said, trying to find the words I was looking for and Trang burst into tears.

"I was a witch all along and mum and dad never told me!" Trang said. "All the things I did as a kid. . . sometimes I thought it was you. . . and you always reacted as though it was you, you know? The floating table? I thought. . . I thought maybe these letters were a joke but I was so angry when I read them. . . cause I thought maybe they were real. . . and all the vases in mum and dad's room exploded. . . and. . ."

She took off her glasses and wiped her eyes. "I dug further, went into the basement. You know I've never been allowed in the basement. Dad was a wizard. He went to Mahoutokoro Institute of Magical Studies. Mums also a witch. But she went to a school in Russia, I can't pronounce the name."

"You're a pureblood?" I asked in amazement.

"I guess so." Trang said, her eyes and face blotchy but she wasn't crying anymore. "Anyways, looking at the newspapers and things dad has locked in the basement, they believe Voldemort's back. They want to flee to Australia. When I told them before I left I wanted to stay the summers in America they were ecstatic. Now I know why."