Powerless

Chapter 1: First Year Part 1

The night Eve received her letter, was the night her parents left. After seeing the elegant script and seal; they just left. No goodbyes, no nothing. Just packed bags and worried looks, leaving her at age 11 alone in their 4 bedroom house. It was as if Hogwarts knew something she didn't. The worse part: the fact that a British school of magic sending a letter to her, who now lived in America. This didn't make sense.
Eve knew she obviously couldn't stay, their maid would get there the next morning and freak out that there was a non-teenage girl alone, without parents, and no job. Meaning, no income and more issues. Then, if the maid didn't come to clean, the neighbors would come over for their annual checking-up visit. If that didn't happen, the police would eventually come and ask about the un-paid taxes. Eve played all of the different possible outcomes in her head. Over, and over, and over again, again, and again. She couldn't stay. But where would she go? The only option at hand: Hogwarts. She couldn't just purchase a plane ticket. How was she going to even get across the ocean anyways? That's when they came.
Bang. Bang. Bang. Loud thuds on the large, front, wooden doors sounded. Creeping up to the round windows next to them, Eve carefully peaked out and spotted three strangers. One: a short old man with a long beard and half-moon glasses who seemed to be dressed in a silk nightgown and cap. Two: a tall, slender, woman who wore a black dress with an emerald robe and a pointy-witch-like hat. Three: a scruffy, giant man with large, brown, curly hair and beard who wore dirty drown clothes and heavy shoes. Who were these people? What did they want? Can't they just leave me alone? Eve thought timidly. After contemplating for a few seconds, Eve slowly stood at the door and breathed a deep breath, placing her hand onto the curled door handle. Opening a crack, she peeked out shyly, her brown hair falling over her shoulders softly. "Yes?" She coaxed out. "Eve, why, a pleasure to meet you. May we come in?" The old man spoke. Why? This repeated in her head for a few moments. "No." She closed the door suddenly and locked it swiftly, collapsing to the floor where the window was. "Oh, Albus, you scared the poor girl." The woman said. "Be'er le' me try." Said the giant deeply. Eve watched as he leaned to knock on the door. BANG. Eve screamed at the bursting noise, covering her ears. The wooden door came falling down just a few inches from Eve's feet. "RUBIUS HAGRID." Exclaimed the woman. "WHAT ON EARTH ARE YOU THINKING." "Sorry Professor, thought I be gentle bu' I can' control me-self sometimes." His broken accent seemed to be more gentle compared to what Eve thought of it earlier. "Well you better learn to otherwise you won't be handling these things anymore. Shouldn't you be preoccupied with Mr. Potter's situation anyways?" The woman's voice sounded annoyed and impatient with the man. "Oh. I forgot 'bout that." The man then turned away and sulkily made his way down the front stairs and to a strange vehicle that was parked on the long sidewalk. "See you at the feast, Hagrid." The older man called after.
After the sound of an engine drifted away into the distance, the woman stepped over the fallen door and looked around, eyes coming down upon Eve, who still sat there petrified. "Oh you poor child." The woman muttered under her breath. Eve looked up at her with big eyes full of fear. "Don't worry now dear, come along." She held out her hand to Eve. After a slight hesitation, Eve shakily grasped it and pulled up, wiping off dust that had clung to her from the fallen door. "Let's go sit down and have a pot of tea, shall we?" The woman placed her other hand on Eves right shoulder and guided her to the open living area. The man followed in closely after, turning and pulling out a stick. With a wave of it, the door magically picked itself up and was placed into the frame, snuggly, as if nothing had happened.
   Trembling slightly, but with her head up, Eve sat on her black leather couch, across from the two matching arm chairs where the man and woman sat. "I'm sorry to disappoint, but I don't think we have any tea. Mother took it all when they left for their family reunion." Eve spoke softly. "No need to worry dear." The woman placed three crystal glasses onto the mahogany table and pulled out a stick of her own. With a flick, a hot liquid appeared out of air. "Peach tea is your favorite, I assume." She handed Eve a glass. "Um- y-yes actually." Eve took it and quickly sat back to her original cross-legged position, rubbing the etched details of the glass with her thumbs. "Ms. Quill, to our understanding, there is no family reunion." The Man raised an eyebrow over his half-moon glasses while picking up a glass of tea for himself. "How? No. Who are you?" Eve corrected herself sternly. "I am Professor Albus Dumbledore and this is Professor Minerva McGonagall. We come from Hogwarts. You got the letter?" He leaned back in his chair comfortably, sipping his tea. "You're Dumbledore?" Eve blatantly repeated. "Yes and we have come to take you to Hogwarts." He replied. "But- Eve started. "How did you know about my parents." She hesitantly finished. "Well, your neighbors aren't who you may have thought them to be." Dumbledore leaned forward and stood slowly, placing his tea down onto the table. McGonagall followed in suit, motioning to Eve to get up. "Go on a pack a small bag, we are to head back in a few minutes." She said, walking to the door. "Oh, and Ms. Quill, we don't tolerate tardiness." She raised an eyebrow. Eve nodded and half-heartedly, yet quickly, headed up the stairs and started to gather her belongings.