Hiraeth

Chapter 1: Owls have emotions

Author's Note: Hey guys, Thrisha here! This story is going to undergo major editing as of today. I first created this story when I was 14. However reading it now, I feel that it needs major editing and moreover, I've recently gained the motivation to re-write this story. So no matter how many years it takes, I really would like to see this book finished. (Please excuse the book cover, it's under construction too :)) Thank you so much for all the support I've received and I look forward to writing this book! :)))

Chapter 1:
Denaeria's POV:

I hated school.

God knows which idiot even came up with the idea of having an institute where teachers with their shitty attitudes could yell at us until their throats were hoarse. What a f-

"DENAERIA HAVE FUN AT SCHOOL AND COME STRAIGHT BACK HOME LOVE!"

What the frick.

"Mum," I started tiredly, "Remember you said how Hermione and I could go catch a movie? Yeah, that's exactly what we are going to do. Bye."

And I slammed the door in her face.

My mum and I didn't exactly have the greatest relationship. She, like the rest of them, thought I was weird, a freak... I knew she hated not knowing why I could do things with just my mind. I knew she wanted to know why but she was too scared to do a thing about it.

But of course, being my mother, she couldn't say any of those to my face. I never missed the words she shared with her friends and neighbours though.

I lifted my hood back on and entered the school. Almost instantly, my best friend Hermione linked arms with me and gave me a shining smile.

"Hello there you look like I just stole your last cookie," she said, laughing.

"Mum," I grunted. That's all she needed to hear to know that I would probably stomp the life out of every human or thing that crossed my path today. She just nodded anxiously and pulled me along the crowded hallway.

We walked into the first class of the day: Chemistry. Glorious.

Mrs Peterson was one rough woman. Oh, you don't know this answer? Oh, right you might as well just take your stuff and walk right out of class.

"CLASS!" She roared. "TODAY WE WILL BE DISCUSSING THE PERIODIC TABLE! GET IN PAIRS, IT IS LABWORK TODAY!"

Now, this was a lesson worth attending.

I eagerly looked up to the board to see what was written down. Instead of seeing white, all I saw was... feathers?

"Pftstsh GAH" I sputtered, my hands removing the incessant amount of feathers from my face. "What is that?"

Hermione reached over and gingerly pried 2 letters from the frightened owl's claws. Wait what? FRIGHTENED owl? SINCE WHEN DO OWLS HAVE EMOTIONS?

"What the hell, why is it addressed to us?" Hermione whispered lowly.

"I don't know but you should stow the letters where someone wouldn't see them. I promise we'll open them after the lesson."

"WHAT EXACTLY IS HAPPENING BACK THERE? MS GRANGER, DO YOU NOT FIND MY LESSON INTERESTING ENOUGH?"

"Oh no Mrs Peterson, did you not see the owl that flew into class?"

"WHAT NONSENSE ARE YOU SPEWING? OWLS IN LONDON?"

"Hermione I think you should shut -"

"WHAT WAS THAT DENAERIA? ARE YOU ASKING ME TO SHUT UP? OUT! BOTH OF YOU, OUT!!!"

What's new no one believed us once again, well on the bright side at least we could open the letters in peace.

We hurriedly scooped up our bags and made our way to the school cafeteria. Unlike most cafeteria's, our school's cafe was pretty decent. You could eat the food without feeling any strong desire to upchuck.

We slid into our usual seats, with our usual lunches.

"Here," Hermione slid over the letter. The letter looked prim, proper and serious. It had a huge seal of some school I assume.

Draco Dormiens Nunquam Titillandus... Dang.

I slowly slid the envelope off, scared to crumple any part of it. By the time I took mine out, Hermione had already started reading her's out.

"Dear Ms Granger.

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The details for your train ticket..."

Witchcraft and Wizardry... They can't possibly know... We did hide our secrets very well.

"How can they know Denaeria? How?"

"I-I don't know Herms. Are we supposed to write back to them? But how-"

My phone shrilled loudly.

"Why the hell is my mum calling me?" I wondered. My mum never calls.

"Mum."

"Dear, please come back home right now."

"Mum, I already told you-"

"Someone is here to see you and Hermione. A man. A man named Albus Dumbledore."

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Disclaimer: Queen JK Rowling owns the world of Harry Potter. All characters, places, objects etc are from the writer's imagination. So if something is in a certain way that may be wrong in reality, well let's just say I dwell in all places except for the reality. And I really do have a wild imagination.