~𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕷𝖆𝖘𝖙 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕭𝖑𝖆𝖈𝖐𝖘~ A HARRY POTTER FANFIC

~So?~ Chapter 2

The next morning, I woke up with an owl sitting on my bedstand.

It had a letter grasped in its talons. I pulled the letter from its spiky claws and opened it, expecting to recieve the same letter I had been getting for weeks now. But this time, it was different.

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Dear Ms. Nova Parks,

Forgive me if I am mistaken, but it seems as if you are currently living away from the magical world, with muggles. I have scheduled an appointment with Proffessor Dumbledore at 3:00 pm sharp. He will inform you of everything you need to know.

Sincerely, Proffessor McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress

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I had many thoughts spilling from my mind.

Who was Proffessor Dumbledore, what are "muggles", and what the heck was going on?

I looked at the time. It was already almost 3:00, how had I slept in so long? I scurried out of bed, brushing my hair and teeth, and attempting to look decent in case this was legit.

Then i wondered, Did Mr. And Mrs. Parks know about this? They had dealt with my supernatural and weird abilities before, but being accepted into a supposedly magical school seemed like WAY too much...

I pulled my black hair into a ponytail, trying to make it look like I at least half tried, but I was in such a rush I didnt take a second glance at the mirror.

2:59......the clock struck as I read it, and as I ran down the hall a tall man in silky, elegant robes appeared before me.

"It is nice to finally meet you Ms. Parks,"

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The man held out his long, thin hand introducing himself.

"I am Proffessor Albus Dumbledore, of Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I assume you haven't heard of Hogwarts, have you?"

"No, sir," I said, still trying to recover from his appearance into my hall. He had just appeared, just appeared...

"Well then, I think this the perfect opportunity to change that, dont you?" He said, sitting down on the sofa. He pulled out a long carved stick and waved it. A tea kettle appeared, along with 2 teacups. Then, from his pocket, he pulled a thin sheet of brown tinted paper with her name written on it. Nova.

"11 years ago, 1981, you were found deep inside of the Forbidden Forest, inside Hogwarts Grounds. An old witch then discovered you, saving you. You were passed through adoption until under the care of a witch who then placed you in a non magical shelter. You were seperated from your magical roots and once more adopted by Mr. and Mrs. Parks, who with no doubt love you very much. And with all that being said, it all comes down to one fact ; you, Nova Parks, are a witch."

I couldnt believe it, I wouldn't. There was no way that he was telling the truth, he must have been some kind of magician to just appear in my house.

And so what if I was magical, I finally had a home and I wanted to stay.

"Excuse me sir, but that isnt possible, I am not magical and neither are you. I am simply an adopted girl in a makeshift family in which i have found love and hope in. I can't go chasing unrealistic fantasies..."

Deep down I knew I was different, there was something in me that told me he wasnt lying. Yet I tried to defy the truth, I tried to deny who I was..

"Oh, but magic is real," he said with a twinkle in his eye unlike any other.

With a twirl of the same stick he used moments ago and the words "Glisseo!" he turned our staircase into a slide.

I couldnt believe what i was seeing, this was a dream. A part of me deep down wanted to scream and shout because I had always believed In magic, but I had began to tell myself to stop imagining and focus on what I already had..

"At Hogwarts, we teach you how to master you magic, and do things just like this. The choice is yours, Nova. Hogwarts will always welcome you home."