Y/n Cordelia Granger lived a happy but simple life in the suburbs of London with her parents and younger sister, Hermione, until her 11th birthday. As the day's sun beamed overhead, the young girl was covered in its light that glimmered with the pro...
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Y/n's heart was pounding out of her chest as she walked towards the North tower. As her feet moved up the spiral staircase she wondered what she would even say. She took a deep breath as she stared at the ladder. With each rung she climbed she wanted more to turn around and pretend none of this had ever happened.
Y/n looked around at the room and admired the details. There was red practically everywhere from the table cloths to the rug on the floor to the curtains hanging from windows. There were dozens of small circular tables with 3 red ottoman chairs to each one. Swirling crystal balls were the centerpiece of every table. An ornate brown cabinet held hundreds of teacups.
The one thing the room was lacking was people.
Y/n sighed, a mix of disappointment and relief, before going to climb back down the ladder.
"Are you lost, my dear?" An inspirited voice called out from the middle of the room.
Y/n jumped in surprise at the voice and turned back around to see a curious looking woman.
She had long frizzy strawberry blonde hair that seemed to loom larger than the rest of her body. She was wearing brown boots that were a little scuffed and dirty. She had a sage green blouse layered over a long red skirt. Her outfit was emphasized by the layers of crystal necklaces she had on. She peered at Y/n through her comically round glasses.
"Professor Trelawney." Y/n breathed nervously. "My name is Y/n Granger. I uh- I wanted to talk to you about something."
"Of course! My prediction of an unfamiliar guest seeking advice... Please please sit down." Trelawney cooed and ushered Y/n to sit down across from her.
"I'm not sure how to say this, but I- I think I had a vision about the message on the wall before it happened." Y/n confessed while fiddling with her hands before pulling out her sketchbook and showing it to the professor.
"Sometimes I kind of black out and start drawing without knowing what or why I'm drawing. When I come to it's something random that I don't particularly understand, but I feel like my drawings have ended up becoming true. Last year in this state, I drew the sorcerer's stone, a troll, and now this year about a month ago I drew this." Y/n further explained before sliding over the drawing of the wall dripping with blood.
"My dear, you have a special gift inside you." Trelawney spoke with wide eyes as she stared at the drawings. "I've only read about other people like this."
"People like what?" Y/n asked anxiously.
"You are a daughter of Apollo." Professor Trelawney explained before breaking out into a wide smile and running to grab a book.
"A daughter of Apollo?" Y/n questioned even more confused, but Trelawney was frantically searching for something in her book.
"Aha!" The older woman cheered victoriously and slid the book over to Y/n.
