Crossroads of Two Worlds

17- A Bird? A Plane? Nope, Just Me On A Broom

(Above is an older Albus Potter)

"Why would you tamper with the potion instructions, Professor?"

Lavens smiled, "For exactly the thing I just accomplished. I want to see if there is anyone like you in my first year classes, those with an instinct for potions. Forgive me if it is too prying, but may I ask you something?"

I shrugged, restraining my usual answer of 'you just did'. I nodded.

"Do you have any prior experience or knowledge of potions?"

"No sir, but if it makes a difference, I'm not actually 100 percent witch."

He looked confused and I rushed to explain, "I was supposed to tell only the teachers, and only minimal information if necessary. I'm a Demiwitch. My father is Greek god."

He looked even more shocked at my answer, "Incredible! I have never known a Demiwitch! I have heard of your theoretical existence, born from one godly parent, and the other parent a wizard. This is phenomenal! You, my dear, might just be a legend!"

I smiled tightly, "Thanks?"

"No need to sound so hesitant, Alana. If you would permit it, I would like to move you up to the third year class, with your house, of course. If you don't want it, please just let me know. But I think that you have potential, Alana, and I'd like to do anything I can to help you to unlock it. Would you give me that chance?"

I smiled, happy that he had so much confidence in me, yet worried about it just the same.

Nevertheless, I grinned, "I would be glad for your help, Professor!"

He stood and walked around the desk, then gripped my shoulder, "I am pleased to hear that. Now, go on to your first flying lesson, I hear they're looking for new players in the Gryffindor team."

Slightly befuddled, not knowing much about Quidditch, but I smiled and walked out of the room. But just before I exited the classroom, I turned around, "Professor?"

He turned to me in question, "Yes?"

"I would please ask that you not share the information about my... heritage with others? And also... thank you for the opportunity you've given me."

Even  as I walked out into the brisk, fresh air, I couldn't get the Professor's words out of my head.

You just might be a Legend...

The Quidditch Pitch

"What'd Professor creepy want?"

"Why'd he make you stay after class?"

"Did you get detention?"

"Will they write a letter to your Mum?"

"Are you getting expelled?"

"Did he yell at you?"

"Did he hit you?"

"Do you think James has a crush on you?"

My eyes widened as I was bombarded at the Quidditch field. Rose and Kaley looped their arms through mine and basically exploded with questions. I simply waited for the questions to end before responding.

"Professor Lavens, not Professor creepy, wanted to talk about moving me into the third year class, because apparently I'm a natural. I rather like him if you want me to be honest. No I did not get detention, and Gods of Olympus I hope that he doesn't write my Mum, but I don't think he will, he was too nice to put me through that torture. Also, why would I get expelled? He's actually a very nice man and I don't think he would ever yell at or hit a student. Also, James clearly likes Kaley, wasn't it obvious after breakfast? Why on earth would you think that he liked me?"