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Home

home

/hōm/

noun

1. the place where one lives permanently, especially as a member of a family or household.

Home was a very debatable subject in Rowan Kemp's eyes. While, yes, she was in fact raised by her mother and father with a roof over the family's head, that never felt like home. Ever since Rowan was about three she knew she was different, her presence seemed to attract very odd occurrences. This was ignored by her parents, who never wanted to accept their child. Rowan's parents simply brushed off those weird occurrences as coincidence. However, when Rowan was eleven, something happened that caused her parents to finally realize their child was different after all.

A/N Hello, welcome to flashback land!

-The Bandit King

Rowan was confused when her father called her into his office, his voice laced with alarm, one late June evening. Walking into the maroon room, she was surprised to see a single piece of paper on his oak wood desk. "Rowan," her father's monotone voice called out, "who has sent you a letter?" Rowan nimbly made her way towards his desk, her slim fingers wrapping around the fresh parchment. She took the letter and found neat, lacy writing scrawled out across the page

HOGWARTS SCHOOL of  WITCHCRAFT and  WIZARDRY

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock,

Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)

Dear Ms. Kemp,

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.

Term begins on 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 31 July.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress

"Is this a joke?" Rowan's faint voice pondered aloud. "You tell me." her father deadpanned back. "I have no idea..." her voice was filled with awe. She, Rowan Kemp, was a witch.

"Well, what do you suspect we do, Rowan?" her father spoke after a few minutes of thick silence. "We are going to write back," Rowan said simply. "How do you suspect we will do that?" he muttered. As if on cue, a large owl flew through the open window, sending a draft down her father's neck. As he turned, the owl lifted up its foot. The talon had an empty tube, ready to hold Rowan's letter of acceptance or denial. "I guess that answers my question..." her fathers hollow, confused voice mumbled. "I must be dreaming," Rowan mumbled to herself, not knowing her father overheard. "That makes two of us..."

After Rowan sent her letter saying that, yes, in fact, she would be attending Hogwarts. Rowan and her father informed her mother of the rather interesting events that just occurred. Then, the summer flew by. By the time August 29th came along, Rowan still hadn't gotten her school supplies. "Mum, I still need my supplies for school!" she cried out, suddenly remembering. Running, she grabbed her letter and flipped it over. "We have to go to Diagon Ally!" Rowan called from her room. "There are directions on the letter, let's go! Get in the car!" she was bellowing by now, her parents quickly in pursuit of their hysterical daughter. The trip there came with little problems, and they were in Diagon Ally in no time.

After thanking the nice pub lady who showed them the way, she began to look around. It was amazing. Bustling with life, there were wizards and witches everywhere. "Excuse me, do you know where we can exchange our money?" Rowan heard her father ask. Turning around, Rowan found herself looking at the strictest lady she had ever seen. "Filthy muggle, how dare you talk to me!" she practically shrieked, shaking with utter rage. Rowan look at the rest of what she assumed was this awful women's family. She made eye contact with her oldest son, and he simply smirked at her. His features were very nice to look at. He had long, wavy black hair and stormy, gray eyes. She found herself returning his smile and he grinned even wider. "You have to go to Gringotts bank, its right around this corner," he pointed behind Rowan, "it should be easy to find, it's the biggest building in Diagon Ally." His mother turned to him, her face contorted into the worst glare Rowan had ever seen, it gave her goosebumps. "Sirius Orion Black! How dare you speak with such inferior creatures!" Sirius's mother cried out. "Sorry mother," he muttered, voice laced with false etiquette. The women rolled her eyes, glared at her family once more, turned around, and began shoving her way through the crowed. As Sirius began to follow, he looked at Rowan one more time and winked. She felt her heart fluttered as she winked back.