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Written by: Maria aka Anglwings02 MAIN>>
CHAPTER-2
THE LETTER
By the time her father got up, Madison had made up her mind. She knew exactly what she was going to do and exactly what to ask her father.
“Dad I need to talk to you”
“What is it dear? Is there something wrong?” Mr. Othera asked, probably noticing the worried look on Madisons face
“Dad last night something strange happened. I was visited by Professor McGonagall. She gave me this.”
She handed the letter to her father, who looked bewildered. Seconds later he said slowly:
“So you know, I was hoping that you’d never find out. I knew that I couldn’t keep this a secret much longer. I’m sorry.”
“Dad why didn’t you tell me? This explains everything strange that has ever happened to me. At first I thought that it was a joke but now...Dad what happened to my mother? I want to know. I need to know.” She paused, “Please”
“I don’t know exactly how your mother died, all I know is that she was killed along with her two sisters. When I met your mother I didn’t know that she was a witch. We got married and then we had you. Then something happened, it was all over the news. There had been an unexplained explosion. She had to leave, I didn’t know why and she didn’t want to tell me. All she said was that she had to go to her sisters. Two days after she left, a man named Albus Dumbledore came and told me everything. He said that she had gone to fight along side other witches and wizards. At first I didn’t understand. Then he gave me a letter”
He got up and went to his room. Minutes later he came back and gave Madison an envelope. It was addressed to Bryan Othera. Madison opened it and read.
Madison looked up at her father with tears in her eyes. She was all choked up and couldn’t speak.
“Now you see why I couldn’t tell you. I don’t want that to happen to you. I can’t bear to loose you too. You were so little, only one year old, that I thought that if we moved we could start all over, only you and me. After your mother died I couldn’t bear the memories that the house brought me. At that time we were living in London. We moved to New York. Then when you were five years old we moved to a small city in Texas, you must remember a little about where we lived.”
Madison nodded, still with tears in her eyes and a knot in her through that didn’t let her talk.
“When you were ten, we moved again to this house. I guess they couldn’t find you because we moved so often.”
“Dad...” she tried talking but nothing else came out.
“I’m not going to try to stop you, if you want to go to that school, it’s your choice. Your mother would have liked for you to go.”
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Things had begun to calm down after that. But Madison wasn’t sure what she was going to do. If she went to Hogwarts, then she would have to leave her old school. Madison wasn’t a very popular girl and didn’t have any friends so that wouldn't be a problem. But what she thought about was leaving her father and going to England.
Her father would go visit her on the weekends to Edelbers. If she went to Hogwarts, then she would not see him. You see her father was afraid of heights, and dind't like to fly.
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When Madison and her dad moved to San Francisco, she had started going to Edelbers School for Girls. When she turned ten, strange things started to happen to her.
In her Science class, she had gotten so mad at a classmate for calling her names that a glass beaker just suddenly exploded. The teacher tried to explain that something had hit it, but that no one had seen what. Her classmates began to make fun of her because it had exploded at her table.
Another time she had made a classmate’s shoelaces get tied together after being teased about her frizzy hair. Madison didn’t mind that, the girl had just fallen flat on her face when she had tried to walk. Madison thought that had been very funny and the good thing was that she had never been blamed for it.
But probably the strangest thing that had happened was that she had dreamed that she was flying. The next day when she woke up there were leaves in her room and a rose that she had dreamed of picking. She had assumed that the leaves had just blown in, even thought the window had been closed all night, and her father had left the rose for her there.
But now she knew the truth, she had been causing everything. It didn’t seem to be all that strange now. Everything was beginning to make sense to her now.
On Friday night at midnight, Professor McGonagall arrived.
“Have you made your decision?” she asked
“Yes, I have. I want to go to Hogwarts” Madison replied
“Here you are then” she handed her an envelope, “there are two tickets inside. One is your plane ticket, which will leave at ten a.m. on the thirtieth of August. The other is the ticket for you to board the train at Platform Nine and Three-Quarters at King’s Cross at eleven o’clock. Be careful not to miss it.”
“But how will I know how to get there?”
“Oh, you’ll know. Don’t worry about that now. I’ll see you at Hogwarts Ms. Othera.”
Then she just disappeared. |
