Chapter 2
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Chapter 2
Octavia pov
Finally after a few more minutes the creep and senile give my letter. It is a parchment type that is discoloured and old but nonetheless I open it.
HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY
Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock,
Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)
Dear Ms. Potter,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 31 July.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress
HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY
UNIFORM
First-year students will require:
1. Three sets of plain work robes (black)
2. One plain pointed hat (black) for day wear
3. One pair of protective gloves (dragon hide or similar)
4. One winter cloak (black, with silver fastenings)
Please note that all pupil's clothes should carry name tags.
COURSE BOOKS
All students should have a copy of each of the following:
The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 1)
by Miranda Goshawk
A History of Magic
by Bathilda Bagshot
Magical Theory
by Adalbert Waffling
A Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration
by Emeric Switch
One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi
by Phyllida Spore
Magical Drafts and Potions
by Arsenius Jigger
Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them
by Newt Scamander
The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection
by Quentin Trimble
OTHER EQUIPMENT
1 wand
1 cauldron (pewter, standard size 2)
1 set glass or crystal phials
1 telescope
1 set brass scales
Students may also bring, if they desire, an owl OR a cat OR a toad.
PARENTS ARE REMINDED THAT FIRST YEARS ARE NOT ALLOWED THEIR OWN BROOMSTICK
Yours sincerely,
Lucinda Thomsonicle-Pocus
Chief Attendant of Witchcraft Provisions.
This it is I'm actually a witch, I'm really going to Hogwarts and I'm going to show the world that I'm not a freak that they can change but rather a powerful witch they will all bow down to.
A few days later.
I finally made it to the leaky cauldron after that good for nothing muggle taxi driver got us lost several times. I mean how hard is it to find a pub.
I walk into the bar and attention is immediately a magnet to my being at this present moment more than likely for the sole fact that I am a 10 year old child in a pub without a parent.
Before I walk up to Tom I see a man with long white hair with a boy by his side maybe 12 years old give or take.
I walk up to them when I see them heading towards a wall wearing elegant black robes. I still don't quite understand why robes are such a big deal.
I clear my through politely and stand up straight.
"Excuse me sirs, do you mind accompanying me through I don't seem to have a proper adult to do so," I say politely but confidently, they look sceptical and look to be thinking before the elder speaks.
"Are you a mud blood child because if that's so which seems very likely if you have never been to diagon alley then you may not accompany us through no need to catch any thing," I am quite offended Thea the would think so low of me to be associated with them filth.
The younger one has a look of distaste on his face at the thought with associating with a muggle born, so they must be one of the families Professor. Creep and professor. Senile we're talking about.
"No I am most certainly not a mud blood sir, however I was neglected to be informed of the magical world because of Professor. Creeps personal needs,"
My reply is said with a powerful and cold voice but I keep it polite and calm with every word I speak.
The elder and younger both look shocked and a bit confused at my reply but cover it up well.
"What do you mean child? What is your name? And who may I ask is Professor. Creep?" Oh right I never meant to say that but I never quite got there names only the ones on the letter but I can't recall them telling me that it was them.
"We'll when I was a baby my parents were killed, I was picked up by a creep and a senile and placed in a filthy muggle orphanage knowing nothing of anything until they arrived.
Professor. Creep and Professor. Senile came to the said orphanage a few day prior to now and told me if the magic world though I'm not to sure on their names, the creep came into my room and said 'my dear' to me so I called him a creep and rightly so he doesn't even know me.
Creep was old, manipulative and twinkling all the damn time he was wearing grey and blue robes though I must say they looked like last centuries fashion.
Senile was also old, deluded and manipulative wearing a pointy hat and green robes any one would believe they were off to a fancy dress from 60 years ago, now tell me not everyone at Hogwarts is perverted, creepy and manipulative are they?" I say while avoiding my name for now which they no doubt picked up on.
"That sounds an awful lot like McGonagall and Dumbledore that does, but I do quite prefer your names for them, and no not every Professor at Hogwarts is like them though the best one is my godfather Severus Snape, potions Professor and head of Slytherin house.
And for them to leave you in such a lowly and disgusting place Denying you of your birth right should be illegal," the younger blond exclaims. So they are the headmaster and deputy headmistress of the school how joyful. Note the sudden sarcasm.
"And your name?" Of corse they wouldn't leave that be. I sigh going deep into my thoughts.
What to do? Do I listen to the creep and senile and keep my identity a secret? Or am I to disobey and cause havoc on the world of magic crushing the poor manipulative mans plans. I smirk evilly. It isn't even a choice.
"Hello sir it's a pleasure to make you acquaintance my name is Octavia, Octavia Lilith Potter," they look shocked. Again. I wonder if they always hold that look on their face when talking to someone as it's all I have really seem so far.
"My name is Malfoy, Draco Malfoy the pleasure is all mine, this is my father Lucius Malfoy,"
Ah so these are the certain family I was told to not speak to how fun. How fun indeed.
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