Yesterday we got permission to visit the silent city about my letter. Now we're walking down the sidewalk, heading for the Bone Bar. Its the only entrance into the city from London. There's another building that most people are ignoring right next to it called The Leaky Caldron. Even my parents are ignoring it. And the family of three that walk out. I'm tired of the weird looks and turn to my mom. "Momma, why can't I be glamoured? It annoying having people look at me funny. At least you could've not given yourselves glamours!" I complain. The brown haired girl, that looks my age, pulls her nose out of the book she's carrying at my words. "Who's glamoured?" she questions me curiously. "Uh, um, n..no one," I mutter, tugging my dad's arm. Her eyes widened in surprise and she stares plainly at my parents. The lady looks kindly at me and gently asks, "Are you lost?" Now I turn to my parents in fear, and whisper, "Momma what should I tell her?" Momma just shrugs, being of no help, and I turn back to them, blinking. The girl turns to the woman and says, "Mum, she's not lost! Her parents are right there!" She points at Momma then Dad. I glare at her and turn slightly, shifting my jacket, and show her one of the many daggers in my belt. The lady puts her hand on the girl's shoulder and says, "Hermione, dear, what are you pointing at? There is no one there." The girl's eyes widened in fear at my dagger, she then turns to, I assume, her mother and hurriedly replies, "Nothing, Mum! Let's go, she seems fine." She then runs off with her parents following her.
I sigh in relief when we enter the Bone Bar and my parents remove their glamours. "Don't do that to me again!" I yell at them angrily. "It was good practice, and you handled it perfectly fine anyway," Momma replies, and I huff in annoyance. Then a voice speaks in my head, Are you the Nightcross family? We aren't expecting any others, but some think they can call on us any time of day. I spin around to see one of the Silent Brothers standing in a doorway. "That we are. I've got the letter here," Dad says, pulling it out. No! Bring it with us, don't pull it out up here. We can't have every shadowhunter finding out about this the Brother says, turning back to the doorway. "What's your name?" I ask, pulling out my witchlight. I am Brother Enoch he replies. Momma and I follow Dad and Brother Enoch down the stairs. I squeeze my witchlight and it lights up. Its cold and damp, and I hold Momma's hand tightly.
We finally step out into a large room with a table in the center. Around the table are seated many Silent Brothers. A shiver passes over my body and I back up into my mom. Is this the girl? Do they have the letter? Many voices fill my mind, making me want to cover my ears, but I know it won't do any good. "I..I'm Naila Nightcross, I received a strange letter that suggested I was a mundane witch. My parents wanted your help to know if I am a witch, and what the letter means," I say, lowering my hand. Bring us the letter, young Naila the voices say. Dad hands me the letter and I walk up to the table nervously. I set the letter down and go to take step back when I hit a solid body. If you don't mind, we wish to enter your mind. "I..if you must," I say, bracing myself.
Thoughts and memories fill my mind. The time when I was 6 and a demon attacked me. Later that year when I stumbled into a green warlock. The next year when me and my parents went to Idris. The fey I saw outside the institute on my 9th birthday. The same day when my short sword caught on fire. Last year when I first held a steele. And then just today, when I saw the Leaky Caldron next to the Bone Bar. The Brothers exit my mind and leave me gasping and sweating. She is no doubt a child of the nephlim, though we sensed something we don't recognize. It seems similar to warlock magic, but that is not what it is. We shall examine the letter and inform you of what we find. Brother Enoch will show you back to the Bone Bar and will retrieve you when we're ready. My parents and I follow Brother Enoch and I pull out my witchlight again.
While we wait for Brother Enoch to return, I play with my witchlight. My parents are obviously annoyed, but they don't say anything. I don't notice the Silent Brother until he spoke. We are unable to identify the magical force, and think it be best to have Naila go once she has her voyance rune. Of course, the Clave must also agree. And then he's gone. He left my letter on the counter and I grab it. "Momma, can I please go? It'd be so fun!" I beg immediately. With a glance at Dad, she replies, "we'll think about it, right now its time to go to the institute so you can train." We leave the Bone Bar and I pocket the letter, fingering the hilt of one of my daggers.
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Witch or Shadowhunter?(TMI/HP crossover)
FanfictionNaila Nightcross is a Shadowhunter. But she's also a witch. At 11, she gets a letter from Hogwarts, but she can't be on her own in the shadow world before she's able to get Marks. How does her life go with Dumbledore trying to track her, her parents...