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?


5. Lumos, duh!

There was silence. My mind went blank and started racing at the same time. Time froze. Everything that had happened in my childhood, everything that I was blamed for, excluded for, frightened of for, it wasn't me. Well, it was me, but not something that I could control. I fell into a pleasant numbing relief. After this passed, I started thinking. I was a witch. I was a witch. I was a witch.

"I'll give that wand a go now if you like"

Dumbledore looked surprised at my eagerness. He didn't understand. I finally felt like something was right. He handed me the wand, and I flicked it. The cage which was placed beside Dumbledore's desk burst open, making the bird inside start squawking uncontrollably with fright.

"Oops" I lay the wand down in defeat. Is this how wands were supposed to work?

"The wand chooses the witch, Tegan. We'll keep trying until it does. There are more wands being sent by Ollivander, the wand maker, tomorrow. Come to my office after classes in the morning. Now, you better return to your friends"

"But I have questions!" I exclaimed, suddenly not wanting to return to the old life I had. "Does this mean I'm not going to Draymount any more?"

 "Yes, you will be attending Hogwarts. I'd say 'if you would like' but I really don't see another option, especially as you are starting so late"
"Has this happened before, Dumbledore?"

"Professor Dumbledore, and no. There has never been a child with magical abilities not identified as one"

I looked into his eyes. There was something he wasn't saying.

"Why did this happen to me? Why didn't I get the letter when I was eleven like all the others?"

"Probably an over-look" Dumbledore said brightly, but I wasn't sure if I truly believed him. "Now, I'm afraid I have to leave. The Ministry of Magic has business needing attending to. I shall leave you in the good care of Harry"


"Harry Potter, your Hogwarts partner"

"But am I now attending Hogwarts? Do I need to enrol or put my name somewhere?"

Dumbledore sighed, but smiled.

"That will all be taken care of" He paused and stared into space, as if he was thinking about something entirely different.


"Professor Dumbledore"

"Yeah. Well, do I need books and clothes and stuff?"

"I'll have Hagrid to look into it. For now, I really must bid you farewell, Ms. Asher"

And then he made one quick movement, and he was gone. Like he had disappeared into thin air. I was left in the room alone, except for the bird. I walked over to the cage and stuck my hand in. The bird was exquisite, coloured with shades of orange, his feathers like flames. I watched him come over, fearless. He nuzzled my hand, and I grinned. Me and the bird, we were going to be good friends. I stroked his feathers.

"Imagine, Tegan Asher, the trouble-maker. A witch?" I chuckled. The bird squawked. "So, are we friends, Marlboro?" The bird through his head up.

"Just don't call me in the middle of the night about boy troubles. I am not a Break-up, Ben & Jerry girl, and I don't watch Ryan Gosling movies." I lowered my voice. "But come on, have you seen a more perfectly chiselled man?"

* * *

After leaving Dumbledore's office (getting lost twice on the way back), I ended up following the noise of students down many flights of stairs. I noticed the corridors getting much darker, until I thought I was actually underground. A fowl smell wafted out of a dark room.

"What the hell is that smell?" A boy of about sixteen, his eyebrows furrowed in concentration, was holding a black beaker and swishing it around. What worried me was the green smoke spilling out from the tube. He stopped what he was doing and glared.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm trying to make a potion, what does it look like?"

I rushed over and grabbed the beaker, and threw the contents into a black pot beside it. BAM! The liquid exploded, sending a puff of green smoke up in the air.

"What was that for? I was doing fine!"

"Oh please, if you had that in your hand a second longer your face would be burned off"

The boy rolled his eyes. We looked at each other for the first time. He searched my face.

"Who are you?"

"Tegan, Draymount kid turned Hogwarts witch"

"Are you a pure-blood?"

"I've only tried the usual, and didn't fancy any of them. Drugs aren't really my thing"

He looked confused.

"I meant, are you from a pure-blood family?"

"How am I supposed if my parents were potheads or not?"

We both just stood there, staring at each other, both thinking how much of a lunatic the other was.

"Anyway, I could have handled it." He turned back to the pot and inspected the contents.

"Whatever, looks like you already screwed up your hair. Seriously, what colour is it?"

He glared.

"Blonde, idiot. Same as yours"

"If I had that hair, I would have let the green stuff burn it off"

He muttered something rude.

"What were you trying to make?" I asked, curiosity getting the better of me.

"Something you wouldn't understand"

"How stupid do you think I am?"

"Quite, considering the fuss you just made"

"I was trying to help"

There was silence.

"I lied"

He looked coldly at me.

"About what?"

"I didn't try to help. I wanted to see who you were"

He tried to keep his face stern, but I could see the surprise.


I touched his arm, and for a minute he didn't do anything. He must have thought about it, because he pulled away suddenly.

"What the hell are you doing?"

I rolled my eyes. I took his arm and pushed up the sleeve that had fallen down, the one that hid the drawing I had seen before. It was like a skull and a snake enraptured in each other.

"What's wrong with you? It's just a dumb tattoo" He hastily pulled it down, and backed away.

"I don't get it" I unbuttoned the end of my sleeve and rolled it up. It was the mark I had since as long as I could remember. It was no where near as big as his, and not as clear either. But it was definitely the same design.

"Where did you get that?" He said quickly, taking my arm to examine it.

"I had assumed one of my whacko foster mother's got me inked when I was younger, but I guess that never really made sense"

He looked at me once again.

"Don't show this to anyone"

"Why? No one's ever said anything bad about it before. I mean, I guess it's not the coolest tattoo you could have but..."

"It means something here. I can't explain it now. Meet me tomorrow morning at the Quidditch pitch, and I'll tell you what I can"

For some weird reason, I saw relief in the boy's eyes. I raised my eyebrows at him.

"Look, is that supposed to be some weird wizard way of saying something I think we both know isn't going to happen?"

"What are you...?" His unusually pale skin reddened as he realised what I meant. "I wasn't insinuating..."
"Whatever. Look, I have to go. Cool tat"

And then I left. If this was how wizards chatted up girls, I don't think I'd be going out with any of them anytime soon.







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