Awakening, book 4

10.

Thirty three years ago

Ava's pov

"Hogwarts?" My father asked Professor Fig for the fourth time.

We all sat in my father's library. My parents on one couch. Fig across from them and I stood in between them. With my hands in front of me and quiet, like I'm supposed to be.

Professor was being way more patient than I would have been. "Yes, Headmaster Black sent me to collect her personally,"

My father threw his head back laughing. My mother held her hand to her mouth while she laughed softly. "But she's a squib!" He pointed at me.

"How come it's Hogwarts and not Beauxbatons?" My mother asked, seemingly a bit offended.

Fig shrugged as he continued to smile, "in all honesty Mrs. La Fey, I don't know how your Alma Mater chooses their students but at Hogwarts we have a book and quill which has never steered us wrong,"

"And... it wrote Ava's name?" My mother asked.

"A bit late but yes," professor Fig took my hand and squeezed it, "she's going to be a great Witch."

I started to smile but then my father cleared his throat making me look down again, "she can't go, she doesn't have a wand, she doesn't have books. She doesn't know the first thing about magic."

"That's why I'm here at the beginning of the schools break, the school has asked I spend the summer training her. And for her equipment she'll receive all that at the beginning of the term," Professor fig stood and reached his hand across the coffee table to for my father to shake.

My father didn't grab his hand and just eyed him suspiciously. "What of my twins?"

"Your twins?"

My father nodded, "they attend beauxbatons shouldn't family all attend the same school?"

Professor fig walked around the coffee table and whispered something to my father that made him smile. He looked at the professor and smiled shaking his hand.

"That would be perfect. And my cousin's children attend the school so she wouldn't be totally alone," my father says to Fig making Fig force a smile.

"The Le Strange children are... a treat,"

My father chuckled, "oh don't be too nice those little bastards are the most ill behaved children," he turned to me. "You're going with him,"

"Ava, go get your things," Professor Fig tells me but I just shrug. "You don't have... clothes you want to grab?"

"She doesn't have anything," my mother said as if it were normal for a fifteen year old To have nothing.

Professor Fig began to speak up when Marc hurried down the stairs and handed me his brown leather suit case. "Mother, don't act like your oldest daughter doesn't have clothes,"

I looked back and forth between everyone expecting a fight to start but instead my mother smiled, "look at you being a good older brother."

Marc rolled his eyes and turned me to face him. "Use this," he handed me a wand. "Just until you get your own. You'll be wearing a uniform for most of the time so there's only a few outfits. You or your professor can write me if you need anything extra. I set an allowance up for you to have some spending money in case you make friends you can go into..." he looked up like he was trying to remember the name.

"Hogsmead," fig whispered.

"Hogsmead!" He looked at Professor Fig, "Hogsmead? That's the name?" He asked in disbelief.