Basic Witch✨
A Harry Potter Fanfic.
Rating: 18+
Prologue
You soaked in the warmth of the sun’s rays as you laid on the grass in the middle of a meadow. You had a flower crown that you crafted yourself especially for today, gently resting on your waist length, lilac curls that were sprawled out in all directions from your head, like your own rays. You stared up at the clouds trying to decipher any hidden messages the sky tried to tell you. Litha, your favourite holiday. You’d been raised by two amazing adoptive parents since infancy and you were brought up a pagan. The summer solstice fell on the 20th June this year. You could feel the power of the sun soaking through your pores, it’s energy tingling through your body.
You’d always been a little different from the other witches that were in your coven. Your spells worked a little faster for one and secondly, strange things seemed to happen often and you were always at the centre of them. This meant that the other children in the coven didn’t want to play with you as much when you were younger and now you’re 11, they avoided you almost entirely.
You let out a sigh deciding the sky had nothing to say to you today and decided to make your way back home, collecting wild flowers as you went adding an extra 30 minutes to your journey.
As you walked through the front door you could immediately tell the vibe was off but you were unsure what to make of it. You made your way to the kitchen, the strong scent of the sun cakes your mum had been baking earlier making your mouth water. When you walked into the kitchen you were met with your parents sat at the table staring at a letter.
“Mum? Dad? What’s going on?” You asked, concern growing in the pit of your stomach.
Your mum looked up, a little teary but smiled. “We knew this would come for you, we just weren’t sure when this summer it would arrive, go on, open it.” She said gesturing to the letter.
You went over to the table and picked it up. It looked like a class project you did once, almost as if it had been stained by a teabag. The writing on the front was in cursive and read “Miss A Scott, 24 Mercury Way, Estone, Sheffield”. You turned it over to find it sealed with a wax stamp of the letter ‘H’ and a logo with “Hogwarts” and a Latin phrase underneath it. You looked at your parents confused. They just smiled at you encouragingly. You opened the letter but you didn’t read past the first sentence.
“Dear Miss Scott,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.”
A school of magic? You didn’t remember applying and you were pretty sure the British government expected you to have a proper education.
Your father took a deep breath and began a monologue.
“We’ve wanted to tell you for ages, you’re special. Your parents, your real ones, were a witch and a wizard. They do a different kind of magic to us, it’s more powerful. You’re just like them. And now you can go and learn how to perform and control it, it’s something you were born with. Your parents Ava, they died in a war in the wizarding world. They lost their lives protecting you and others like you. We are so proud you got in sweetheart!”
I stood there dumbfounded. They were sending me away. Away from our coven, my family, to study a magic different to ours. My stomach was performing backflips. I looked back at the letter with its list of essentials. I was unable to make out the words, tears forming in my eyes blurring one word into the next. I didn’t know what to think or say. I couldn’t tell whether it would be good for me or not. All I felt was the feeling of being ripped away from all I knew. I thought my parents had died in a car accident. I was raised as a Pagan. I collected flowers and rain water and crystals and herbs. I was an 11 year old girl who had two loving parents and a relatively normal childhood. All of that is going to be turned upside down. I’m not sure if I’m ready for that or if I can handle it but we’re about to find out.
