Unknown Daughter ; A Harry Potter Fanfic

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"Get up you filthy girl its time to do your morning chores." My mom says flipping the light switch on.  usually she would scream at me to get up.         "Ok mom." Getting out of my small cot on the floor I quickly mark august 5 off of my calender. August 6, my 11 birthday. Knowing that there was no presents or cakes to get up to I have nothing to look forward to today checking my watch face I saw it was 4:32. Ok about two hours to do what I've got to get done, shower, and get ready for school. Oh perfect. Pulling on my only pair of dirty old work boots that are 3 sizes to big. I walked the short distance from my house to the hog pen behind the two acer garden that I gave yet to finish.
Feeding the hogs was something that kept your hands busy but not your head. After doing every thing that I needed to get done. I shower checking my watch face. 5:52. Ok I'm good. Getting out of the shower I get dressed and brush my teeth and hair. Putting on the bear minamals of make up which for me Is just mascara I check my watch again. 6:02. Walking to my room which is bearly big enough to put my few things in I grab my bookbag and sling it of my shoulder. Knowing that I'm going to see my father in a few seconds, I brace my self for the blows that will soon fall upon my body. As I knew he would my father is sitting on the sofa.
"Come here." He says in a soft voice that fills the room. Oh lord that's not good. It's always better if his voice is loud because that means that he is not going to hit me as bad as he does when his voice. Putting my bookbag on a chair I walk over to him. He stands up and begins to unbuckle his belt. I gulp. Well at least it's not as bad as the pattle.
"Turn around. Now." He commands. I do as he wishes and then the fire begins to spread across my back and shoulders, my hips and legs. My mouth opens and I scream from the pain of it. Suddenly a large 'pop' fills the room. My father stops hitting me and I fall to my knees, kneeling in front of him, sobs escaping me.
"What in the name of Merlin was that? Eskipy!" A deep voice says and suddenly the pain stops. A last sob breaks it's way out of my thoat. But I already know that there will be even my for me later. Looking up from the hair that's fallen out of the sturdy ponytail I put it in I see a tall old  man with a great silver berd and frameless half moon glasses in front of his twinkling bright blue eyes.
"My dear girl, I would ask if your Allright but it appears not to be so." The odd man says. I just now notice the robes he is in. They match the color of his eyes.
My father seems to find his voice once more.
"Who and what are you?" Daddy asked him.
" I am the headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Albus Dumbledore, a wizard. And your daughter is a witch. Now what was going on here when I arrived?"
My father recoiled at the word 'witch'. "Always knew you were a freak." He says to me.
"Emilee get up off the floor." Mr.Dumbledore says to me holding his hand out.
Taking it graciously, I thank him.
"Thank you Mr. Dumbledore." I say nodding at him.
"Call me Professor Dumbledore." He says.
"Now hold up here I never said that she could go to this warthog school of yours. And what's with the accent." Daddy says. I of course had noticed the accent of the professer but hadn't thought to much about it.
" Well Mr..." Dumbledore started but since he din't know daddy's last name trailed off.
"Alexei . Dj Alexei." Daddy said.
"Well Mr.Alexei. HOGWARTS is in Britain. And I have to take her. With or with out your consent." Dumbledore says empasizing on Hogwarts. Oh no. No tells my father what he could and couldn't  have a say in. Knowing already that this wasn't going to end well I sighed. Good lord have mercy on our souls. My father's face turned red then purplish blue. He looked like an nasty grape.
"Ah I see. Well then come along Emilee we must be going. Hold on tight to my left arm please. Yes there you go." He said once I had my arm interlocked with his. It felt like I was being squeezed down a tube. I couldn't breathe. Though the feeling had only lasted seconds it seemed like minutes. We popped up out of now where into the middle of the street. Where there was pently of people dressed in robes like Dumbledore's just different colors.
"Excuse me but where are we, sir?" I ask him.
"This my dear, is Diagon alley. This is where we will get your books and wand." He told me saying 'wand' like it was no biggie. Well maybe it wasn't for him, but it sure was for me.
"But sir I ain't got no money." I say.
"Don't worry dear all will be fine." He tells me. Now first here is your Hogwarts letter. I wanted to give you yours personally. Since you're from America. Your going to be unique in Hogwarts School because your the only American person there. The rest will be British, Irish, or Scottish. So yes." He explained to me.
"Huh okay. So where do we go first?" I ask him.
"Florish and Blotts. To get your books which are on your list." He tells me, walking into a bookstore. Did I mention that I love books. Well only fictional ones but still. Books are my life.
After picking up my school books we head over to a place called Ollivanders.
"This Emilee is where you will get your wand." Dumbledore said pushing open the door and walking inside.
"It reminds me of a shoe store." I murmured. Tall stacks of slim boxes create a maze and I have to slide my thin body through them.
" Professer Dumbledore how nice to see you. Who is this?" A tall, but still shorter than Dumbledore.
"Emilee Smith, Mr. Olliveander."
"Nice to meet ya sir." I say to him.
"Yes nice to meet you to. So your first wand huh. Quite frankly a big deal."He replies.
"Of course, sir."I say before he starts talking to Dumbledore and walking to some boxes grabs a few and heads back.
"Manners, and an American accent. She pretty special. Isn't she." Olliveander says before clapping me on the shoulder. A bolt of pain shoots down my side where there are probably already bruises forming for the lashes. Not to mention the ones that are still there from every morning. I bite my lip to stifle  the sharp gasp of pain. But Ollivanders notices and ask
"Something wrong ,love?"
"No sir. I'm fine." I say cooly.
" ok flick these wands for me when I hand them to you." He says taking the first out of its box.
"Hawthorne, Veela hair, 10 a half inches." He says handing me the first one. Filcking the wand, the windows behind us shatters sending them every where. With a wave of his wand Dumbledore repair them.
"No worry dear." Olliveander says seeing the look on my face.
Going through 104 wands (I counted) Oille Says
"I have a good feeling about this one. That and it is the last one in the store." Dumbledore smiles. And for some werid reason I can feel my checks turn pink.
" Dragon heartstring, 12 and a half inches, unyielding flexibility..." He trails off. So I ask him
"What type wood sir?"
"Elder wood."