I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE CHARACTERS! Besides Ellie and the Carlson's, they're all Ms. Rowling's:)
I never thought I was special. All those years growing up with the Carlson's...and nothing ever seemed different. I was an ordinary human, until 17 at least. A fairly normal childhood, except for a couple of strange run-in's with snakes. I went to Academy for all my years I should, played the piano, and took care of my younger siblings like a good little girl. Pretty soon though, that all changed.
Near the end of August, Father, Eliza - my sister - and I were watching an action movie. Suddenly the doorbell rang and while Father went to answer the door, Eliza and I were still engrossed in the movie. Minutes later, my father came back in, but with a complete - and utterly wacko-looking - stranger.
He was tall, for one thing, and wearing a set of purple spangled robes. His nose was crooked, and he had a snow-white beard that reached at least a foot long. My eyes traveled up until I was looking past his spectacles into his piercing blue eyes. I felt like he was analyzing my soul, and soon my face grew red with embarrassment and I quickly looked down.
"Girls this is Dummer-, Dunder-, Dumberder-, er, what was your name again?" Father asked, a dazed look on his face.
"Dumbledore." The man answered kindly.
"Ah, yes, this is Dumbledore. He's here to talk to you Ellie, about a school...?" My Father trailed off confusedly.
"Yes, yes," Dumbledore said, "And I would appreciate it if your sister, Eliza, could go to her room, please, while I talk to you?" he then turned to my sister.
"Yeah, sure, sure..." Eliza complied, slowly rising from the couch and trotting up the stairs to her room.
Dumbledore waited patiently until he heard her door close then turned back to my father and I.
"I'm sure you're wondering why I'm intruding on your humble abode now," Dumbledore started. "Ellie, this may seem rushed, but we have a place fro you at our school, Hogwarts. Would you be willing to join?"
"Uhhhh..." I replied, knowing I sounded stupid. Earlier that year Mother and I had filled out scholarships, knowing I was going to turn 18 shortly. but I never remembered a Hogwarts, maybe Mother had mentioned it but I had been to caught up filling out other forms or writing essays...
"Oh we don't have scholarships for our school." Dumbledore interrupted my thoughts and I looked up sharply. It was almost as if...but no, that was impossible.
"You'll find many things you believed to be impossible, possible, if you choose to accept the position at our school. Though I don't see how you could not, knowing your family background, and for it being better protection for you." Dumbledore explained.
"What do you mean? Protection...family background...what?" Now I was thoroughly confused, and I wanted answers.
"You've never been told then...that would explain much. Including how they haven't found you yet. I wondered why it was taking so long. Of course, we just heard of you as well, apparently you're magic was being suppressed by a very big source."
"Magic?" I asked, and Father inhaled sharply. I stared at him. "Father...is there something...what's going on?!"
"Well, Dumbledore started this, he might as well explain the rest." Father stated simply.
"Yes, well. We should start out with the fact that you're adopted. No interruptions, just listen for now." He said, addressing how I was about to butt in, "These people, Eric and Katherine Carlson, are you're adopted parents. They took you in at the age of 3. You're real parents, James and Lily Potter, were murdered before then. You also have a younger brother, but we'll get to him in due time. the main point right now is, that you're a witch. you can do magic. And Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry is for teenagers like you all across Britain. You may speak now." And with that Dumbledore was finished.
Woah. This was a lot to take in, my parents weren't really my parents, and my real parents were...murdered? This was enough to give anyone a headache. And then there was the magic! How could I, the most plain girl ever, be...magic? And magic didn't exist, right? But the things this man, Dumbledore, was saying about being adopted started to fit in. After all it would explain why I looked so drastically different from my "family." Everyone, Eliza, Father, Mother, even my brother Jared, had curly, hair, all in different shades of brown, which matched their eyes, and they were pretty pudgy, to say the least. While I had straight black hair and bright blue eyes, not unlike the Dumbledore fellow's, and was stick-straight.