Chapter 1 : To Fly
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Just breathe Everlyn.
Slow deep breaths now.
Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale.
Open your eyes and this will all be a huge nightmare.
But it wasn’t a nightmare, it was a horrible reality. Forever running. I opened my eyes and gazed over the breathtaking sight of London, gliding down slowly, my large golden wings outstretched, looking for a hidden place to land. I was keen to find a place to rest as I have flown all the way from America to London on strict orders written in a few sentences from my aunt
There coming for you, fly to London you know where to go, I will send for your uncle to meet you. Jynxs will be waiting. I love you, Aunt B
It was different this time, usually I would come home and our few possessions will be packed and aunt Bathilda will announce we are going. But this time when I came home from the shops the place was ransacked, stuff everywhere. Aunt B always prepared me for a moment like this, I ran to my bedroom searching for the toy dog I was given when I was a baby. I found it under my bed, whispering the incantation mirandiah the back opened and expanded revealing the note and a small bag of belongings that could be attached to my ankle.
If I wasn’t so upset I would be enjoying this more, I have always loved the feeling of the wind in my feathers. I remember my first transformation when I was 8, aunt Bathilda had always suspected I was a metamorphmagus. A metamorphmagus is a witch or wizard with the ability to change his or her physical appearance at will, rather than requiring Polyjuice Potion or a spell like the rest of the wizarding population. We are extremely rare as it is something you must be born with. My primary animal is the phoenix, which also means I have all the properties of a phoenix.
I flew through the broken window of an abandon where house, a few blocks from The Leaky Cauldron and the entrance to Diagon ally. I had only been there once when I was 6, so aunt Bathilda could go to Gringotts, the wizard bank.
Enjoying the feeling the transformation gives me for a fleeting moment, then quickly untying my bag from my ankle and pulling out my wand, clothes and money bag full of Galleons. I got dressed quickly and made my way through the front door, taking great car, lest a muggle see me. Strolling down the footpath towards The Leaky Cauldron I notice my owl, Petreey a large barn owl with caramel patterned wings and a caramel heart around her white face was flying toward the wizard pub. Wondering what is going on I picked up my pace and walked at a fast walk, stoping in front of The Leaky Cauldron short of breath. The door was suddenly flung open and a stout woman marched out in the midst of a heated conversation with a freakishly short man.
“Did you hear about the attack at the Quidich World Cup?” the man said.
“I heard it was you know who, It had the dark mark” the woman replied, scoffing down a doughnut.
“he is getting stronger” said the man stifling a yawn.
Disgusted at her eating habits I walked in to the bar looking around for Petreey, who was perched on the mahogany balustrade of a large winding staircase.
“Ah there you are, I take it you are Miss Castairs?” I whipped around to find an old hunched man dressed in a awful black cloak.
“Er yes that would be me, may I ask who are you?” I respond lightly.
“I am Tom the landlord of this establishment. I have been sent a request from Dumbledore himself that you should have a room for the next week.” Tom said sheepishly. I flinched slightly at his reference to my uncle, sighed and said,
“Follow Miss, oh and your beautiful owl brought a letter for you earlier it is waiting on your bed.” Tom said as he started clumping up the stairs, with me following close behind, stopping briefly to collect Petreey. He stopped abruptly and opened the door of a large room. I stepped inside nodding to Tom as I passed him. The room had a large four poster bed in the middle of the room, the frame made of a dark mahogany and beside it a matching bed side table. Beneath the bed was a freed, worn rug that covered little of the oak floor. There was also a small desk in the corner with a dim lamp resting on it. On the other side of the room there was a large chest of draws with a flower carved into the side of it. The room was cosy but it didn’t feel like home. It was too cold and there wasn’t any blue to be seen in the sky. I miss Australia, I miss aunt Bathilda. I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn’t hear Tom leaving, but all too soon I was alone. I wandered over to the bed and found there A thick letter, placing my owl on the perch next to the window, making sure the joining bowl was full of fresh water. Petreey gave me an affectionate nip on my hand as I stroked her feathers one last time before picking up the envelope. The address on the front was written in loopy green writing. I quickly opened the envelope and pulled out three letters. The first letter was from my uncle.
This is a joyous moment for me, as I believed for 15 years that you were dead. As you might have already known I am the headmaster at Hogwarts School of witchcraft and wizardry. You will be completing your schooling here under the watchful guidance of me, your guardian. Enclosed in this letter is a book list of items you need to acquire for school. I have already sent for your things and they should arrive tomorrow. Please stay within The Leaky Cauldron and Diagon Alley, until I collect you, this coming Sunday.
Your ever caring Uncle, Albus
P.S also enclosed is a letter from your aunt.
I placed the letter down on the bedside table and sat on the bed to sad to weep, this means her auntie has really gone.
Her letter can be read another day I thought not wanting to suffer any more than I had already today. Suddenly a huge crash surrounds me, I whip out my wand, ready to curse whoever was about to attack when a small squeaky
“Misstress” sounded from my house elfe Jynx.