Voldemort's Granddaughter

Tegan was a rebel, a foster kid, kicked from home to home because of 'accidents' that kept occurring. Then in a shock revelation on a school exchange to Hogwarts, when an innocent prank goes wrong, Tegan is identified as a witch. Surprised, and relieved, Tegan begins to finally fit in. But the question still hangs, why didn't Tegan receive a letter? Was she just 'overlooked'? Or is there a much more severe reason for blocking her from her world?


2. Expelliarmus, okay?

"Is that it?"

"Is this a joke?"

I laughed aloud. The bus pulled up outside falling apart ruins of a castle. Dead ivy hung across the moulding walls. It looked ready to collapse any minute. I noticed a sign standing in front of the horrific site, reading 'Do Not Enter-Dangerous'.
Someone kicked the back of my seat. I turned around to see Josh, grinning mischievously at me.
"Did you screw up the bus driver's directions?"
I smiled wickedly, although I had nothing to do with the mix-up of the school's location. Whatever gave me credit, eh?
Ms. Poppers waved her hands in the air, and in a frustrated tone yelled:
"Calm down everybody! Where is Dumbledray?"
"Dumbledore, Ms. Poppers."
She waved her hand at him, telling him she didn't care. Then suddenly people started yelling and pointing out the window. 

It was magnificent. The castle that was in ruins a moment ago was standing proudly, turrets and all. A stretch of green was situated beside the castle, complete with weird hoop-shaped things hanging high in the air. There was students all around the place, in the courtyard, in a tower, even out holding broomsticks out on the patch of green. I had been to many schools, and none had looked like this.
"It's one of those military schools that force the kids to clean all the time!"
Normally I would have joint in with the slagging, actually started it, but something had me caught. I watched the pupils in their ridiculous uniforms, holding their brooms...
But they weren't sweeping, they were flying. They kicked off the ground in sync, and shot into the air like cannons. They soared into the sky, flying in between a flurry of owls who had just departed the tower.
"They're freaks!" Josh spat, as the others burst into laughter at the strange sight.
"No" I said, grinning widely. "They're wonderful"
Zoe and Josh stared at me.
"They can fly, that seems pretty bad-ass to me"
I was a rebel, true. But I was a genuine one, I didn't follow the crowd for kicks.
"Okay students, stay here and wait until Mr. Blank sorts this out"
Mr. Blank looked like that was the last thing he wanted to do, but Ms. Poppers pushed him forward.
Nearly falling off the bus, Mr. Blank nervously approached the group that gathered. An old man with a killer beard was standing in front of the mass of pupils. Seriously, the beard was like a silver waterfall.
"What kind of a circus school is this?" Zoe said, staring at the old man in disgust.
"Time to give them a real Draymount greeting" I said, smiling.
I jumped up from my seat and slipped past Ms. Poppers, who was trying to stop a younger kid from eating her whistle.
"Tegan Asher, where are you going?!"
I ignored her, stepped off the bus, and ran up to Mr. Blank, who had just met up with the mob here to welcome us.
"Welcome Draymount Academy to Hogwarts School of Wizardry and Witchcraft, the finest institution of magical arts in the world, if I may declare myself. My name is Dumbledore, and you must be Mr. Blank?"
Mr. Blank was lost for words as he stared at the odd man, the students on brooms and holding wands, and of course, the most magical looking castle we'd ever seen. I decided to take hold.
"I'm Tegan. So, is this place a nut-house or what?"
There was some murmurs from the students, annoyed glances, and confused expressions.
"Why, no" Dumbledore said, looking surprised. "Didn't your professors tell you? We are a school of magic"
There was a silence, until I broke into a grin.
"That's brilliant"
Dumbledore smiled.
"Yes, we shall teach you many things about our way of life. But you will also enlighten us with your tales of the muggle world" 

"This is Professor McGonagall, our Transfiguration teacher and the Head of Gryffindor House, and Professor Snape, our Potions Master and Head of Slytherin House" 

I nodded, although I didn't have a clue what the old man was saying. I thought the conversation was going downhill, so I decided to liven the place up a bit. 

"So, you do magic tricks? Are you all magicians in training?"
Prof. D looked amused at what I'd said. 

"Yes and no. We do magic, but we are wizards and witches"


And then I did what I usually did when I felt things were getting boring. I imagined something happening. And then...BAM!!!

The 'present' hidden in Mr. Blank's coat pocket I had given him earlier exploded, blowing the coat to pieces, sending them raining down on the crowd like confetti. 

"YOU DID THIS! YOU'RE MAD!" Mr. Blank yelled hysterically. He pointed accusingly at the man, clutching his heart like that was about to explode too. I bit my lip to stop the laugh escaping my lips. Some of the teachers were looking around at the students, obviously thinking one of them pulled the prank. A lot of accusations were being thrown at a certain group of kids, all dressed in black robes and green ties. I thought this was a bit unfair, even at Draymount fingers weren't pointed until there was evidence.

"Who did that?" Prof. D boomed, and I suddenly realised how much he was respected here when I saw the looks of the pupils. They wore expressions of pity for the prankster, and it obvious by the whispers that this was an act of stupidity. But there was also some impressed glances, who would dare do it? Maybe I shouldn't have gone there so quickly.

"Whoever did this better own up now or there will be no Quidditch match tomorrow!"

There was moans of disappointment from the crowd. Quidditch? It sounded awful, why would you mind missing it? I stood up though.

"It was me"

There was some gasps. Some of the pupils laughed and some looked like they didn't believe it. But Prof. D's expressions was the one that interest me the most. He didn't look angry, or annoyed. He looked...intrigued.

"I wonder..." He said, and exchanged a glance with the teacher that looked like he had a pole permanently up his nose.

"How did you do it?"
I shrugged.

"I just did it. I thought it, and it happened"

"I think we need to continue this in my office, Ms..."


"After the festivities we have organised to welcome Draymount to Hogwarts!"

And then the crowd went forward to greet the people on the bus. And I was left thinking how much of a freak I was, once again.  

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