The Rise of White : From Ash to Magic

Chapter 7

TIME SKIP TO WHEN TINA IS 11...

TINA'S POV

It's been ten years since I was reborn and seven years since I learnt that magic existed and not to brag or anything but my magic is stronger than ever. It's become an extension of myself, like a body part or a reflex. I learnt Latin and created a few spells of my own, which I'm really proud of. I can't really do any major spell work because that would attract the attention of Aurors and by extension the Ministry of Magic, and I really can't afford to be locked up in Azkaban before I get to Hogwarts.

'Though if I do end up in Azkaban I could befriend Sirius...'

'Dumbo you're willing to give up going to Hogwarts to go to Azkaban?!?'

'NO! You bitch!! I said IF I did end up there'

Anyways... I deduced the fact that I would probably get my Hogwarts letter sometime this month and I can barely contain my excitement. I did think of the possibility of not getting a letter or getting a letter from a different school but after some excellent deduction skills, courtesy of my binge watching of various Sherlock Holmes Series' in my past life, Hogwarts is the most probable school for me and no way the Ministry would let a powerful magical child go untrained, unless they didn't learn from past mistakes. Seeing as the Ministry are a bunch of blithering, power-hungry idiots who lack common sense, I wouldn't put it past them to forget or ignore magical children.

Update on my muggle life. So I finished high school and am currently in my 1st year of college. As to how that happened, well... I kinda got sick of primary school and told my mother that I was far more advanced than my classmates and wanted to be in a higher class. My sweet mother being who she was, although a bit apprehensive, humoured my idea and asked the school of I be promoted to an upper class. The school said it would be possible if I completed a test and obviously I did well. In fact they were so impressed with my scores they made take another test to see if I could go directly to middle school which, again, I passed. Honestly I felt they would have given me another test to see if I could go to high school but my mother panicked and said she was not willing to send me any higher than middle school at that age because I would have no friends my age which was an understandable concern for a parent. Though I didn't want to stay in middle school, I compromised and agreed. The school board was not happy but agreed to my mother's demand and after some connection shit and I was enrolled in 'BETHANY'S ACADEMY FOR THE GIFTED' or in short BAG. At least that's what everyone called it. I had no end for the jokes about that. The students were Baggies. The glamour girls with Botox lips and nose jobs were the Plastic Bags. Our alumni were Old Bags. And naturally our headmistress was the Bag Lady. (If you get the reference, I Love You!!!). So I finished my middle and higher education in BAG. It took a lot to convince my mom to let me skip grades but eventually after I told her it was holding me back from my full academic potential, she agreed with the condition that I visit the park every Saturday evening to make friends my age.

'Like that would ever be possible'

I am currently taking a gap year, because I wanted to be prepared for what's going to happen from this year onwards. Sure I practiced my magic every day even when I was in school but one can never be too prepared. When I told my mother I wanted to take a gap year and look into doing internships, she was completely alright with it, saying that I deserved a break and I could spend more time with her. I am currently interning at the firm where my mother works because it was one of the very few companies willing to take on a 11 year old intern. Don't get me wrong with me graduating top of my class and having amazing scores I did have other companies willing to let me intern but they were small business enterprises and they were located quite far from where I lived. And as a bonus my mother's firm was willing to pay for the work I did.