The Gryffindor Princess

Elizabeth Duncan is a pure-blood witch that has been concealed from the Wizarding World for many years. She had been kept hidden and safe in the Muggle World, not knowing of her blood heritage or family. Elizabeth grew up in an orphanage due to the fact that each one of her family members were murdered for reasons unknown. Elizabeth had never in a hundred years would she have thought that her family had been one of the most powerful witches and wizards in Wizarding History.

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5. Duncan power revealed

 

The next morning, I woke up feeling the best I've felt in ages. The bed was so soft and warm. It wasn't like the one at the orphanage. My previous bed had made many squeaking sounds whenever I moved around in bed and it wasn't one bit comfortable, but it provided me somewhere to sleep for my whole life. 
I grabbed a few clothes, knowing that I would have this time to explore the castle as school was starting tomorrow. I pulled on a T-Shirt and wore some shorts along with red tights underneath. I pulled my shoes on and nearly tripped over Snowball that had gotten out of his cage. I picked him up and stroked his fur, I looked in my pockets from my robes the previous night and pulled out two carrot sticks which would have to do for now. I put him back in his cage and refilled his water. 
His eyes were staring at me as if he was begging me to take him with me. I decided against it and patted his head once more.
"I'll get you more food later and then we'll play. I'll see you later, Snow."
I said before running out of the room and down the stairs. It was quite early in the morning and I doubt anyone else would be awake. As I ran out of the portrait, I had to blink and remind myself that I was now in the Wizarding World. The place where anything was possible. The paintings looked more alive than the previous night and they were talking among each other.
I heard my stomach rumble so I scurried down the many flights of stairs that would occasionally change directions. 
As I entered the Great Hall, I noticed that there were little to no one there. A few older Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs. Professor Dumbledore was seated in his spot in the middle of the teacher's table. He looked at me and gave me a look saying that he needed to talk to me so I grabbed an apple and ran up to him.
"Good morning, Professor."
I greeted and he reciprocated the gesture.
"Good morning, Miss Duncan. Now, I need to have a chat with you about getting your wand."
My eyes widened and I nearly forgot that I had saw nearly everyone with a wand stowed away in their pocket or something.
"A wand? When do I get to have it?"
I asked, attempting to contain my excitement.
"Mr. Ollivander, the best wand-maker in the Wizarding World has just sent some wands over. They are over there."
The Professor pointed to the few boxes that were placed in front of me. I opened the first box and there was a normal looking wand. It was brown in color and smooth in texture. I picked it up and looked at Dumbledore, wondering what to do next.
"Well, give it a wave."
I nodded and waved the wand when I heard the window behind the Headmaster shatter. This attracted attention and I quickly put the wand down.
"Perhaps another wand would be more suitable."
Dumbledore said, indicating to the other boxes which I slowly opened. The second one was a black wand and was slightly bigger than the first. I gave this wand a wave but to my disappointment, the window next to the now shattered one broke as well. I sighed and put the wand back in the box. I moved on to the third and final box, the Professor staring intently.
As I opened the box, I awed at the intricate patterns and the color of this wand. It was a light brown, nearing the color of gold. It had complicated patterns at the bottom of the wand where I was suppose to hold it. I picked it up and waved it. I felt a warm feeling go through me and the windows that I accidentally broke repaired themselves. 
"I believe that this is your wand."
Professor Dumbledore said, a twinkle in his eye and the hint of a smile on his lips. I grinned and pocketed it in one of my boots. It was safe there and I thanked the Professor before he dismissed me. Apparently, the wand had been paid for. I bit into my apple and chewed the crunchy fruit. I sat at my seat alone and got some cereal and ate up. I got a napkin and stuffed some more carrots and other things that I thought he might like. 
I thought of it as a good idea to play around with my new wand for awhile. It seemed pretty cool and unique. I rushed back up to my dormitory and gave Snowball two more carrot sticks, deciding that it would be enough until I next came back. I placed the remainder of the food on the desk. 
I pulled my wand out of my boot as I exited the portrait once again before walking quickly but quietly to the lake from last night. Thinking that no one would be there. 
I sat by the same tree and studied my wand more. I didn't know any spells so I pointed it at the lake and concentrated on doing something, but it didn't work. I tried many times until I heard laughs from a few boys. I turned around to see a big group of boys, definitely older than myself fooling around. I ignored them and continued trying to make the water move or something. 
Stomps from someone's heavy walking were getting nearer and louder.
"Look at this. It's the Heir of the Duncan family."
A cruel, sounding voice muttered. I refused to acknowledge them. 
"Hey! Didn't you hear us? Are you deaf or something?"
Another yelled, receiving laughs from his friends. I still focused on trying to move something with my wand.
"She can't even use magic! I dare say she's a squib."
More laughs were sounded and although I didn't know what a squib was, I ignored them once more.
The boys kept laughing and picking on me until I had it. Turning around and facing them, I was suddenly intimidated by their height but overcame my fears and faced them head-on.
"You're going to regret that."
I spat, but they still continued laughing.
"What are you going to do? Run crying to your Mum and Dad?"
"Hex us into oblivion?"
I dropped my head and tears spilled out from my eyes.
"Is that all the insults you've got?"
I dared. I waited for them to throw insult after insult at me. Their voices got higher and higher and so did mine. A few students noticed this and stopped to look at the commotion.
"Squib Duncan, Squib Duncan, Squib Duncan."
They chanted and I glared at them, wiping my tears away. More and more people were gathering and staring at us from the distance. I still had my wand in my hand and I held it up at them, hoping that it would protect me.
One of them kicked the wand out of my hand and it rolled down into the lake. My wrist was throbbing from the hit and clutched it to my chest. I looked up at them and I suddenly felt the ground shaking but I kept my glare on the boys. 
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Little did Elizabeth know that she was the one that was making the ground beneath her shake. A Ravenclaw had informed the professors about the bullying down by the Black Lake. The Headmaster and Professor McGonagall immediately rushed down to stop whatever was happening. They arrived to see that a Slytherin had kicked Elizabeth's new wand out of her hand, causing it to fall into the lake. 
The next thing that happened, shocked everyone that was present to the core. The ground was shaking and it was Elizabeth that was allowing it to happen. Rocks and pebbles started to rise one-by-one beside the young witch. Albus Dumbledore could tell that a large amount of magic was about to be unleashed and rushed along side with his fellow staff, Minerva McGonagall to stop her, but they were too late. The water from the Black Lake rose behind Elizabeth and the fourth year Slytherins backed away. 
"How dare you speak about my family in that way?"
The girl yelled, her voice enhanced by a spell that was far above her year to learn. The pebbles attacked the Slytherins despite their attempts to protect themselves with their wands. Cuts and bruises were being formed on their bodies and they tried everything they could to run but they felt their feet wouldn't move. 
A golden item was pulled out of the lake and the witch took it in her hand, pocketing it in her boot. It was the wand. 
Albus Dumbledore knew the sudden outburst of this magic was due to the young girl's inexperience and heightened emotions. Knowing that she had had a traumatic experience when she was a mere infant, barely escaping the Duncan massacre. The Sorting Hat had told the Headmaster the events of the girl's experiences of bullying in her orphanage.
The water suddenly evened out and was left back in the lake. Elizabeth's hair was disheveled and she walked towards the cowering boys who were slightly injured due to the attack. 
"Count yourselves lucky that my ancestors have spared you."
That was all Elizabeth said before the worried look on her face returned. She took one look at the crowd that had gathered and the last thing she thought of was 'Why did I always attract attention everywhere I went?' before darkness surround the girl and she passed out before she hit the ground.

The Muggle-born, Hermione Granger who saw the whole scene quickly rushed to her friend and checked to see if she was alright. She would've done so earlier, but the professors had held her back. She pulled her friends head onto her lap and her cheeks seemed flushed. Hermione heard the conversation between the Slytherins and the Headmaster.
"You six boys shall receive suspension and a letter home to your parents for threatening a first year and for the fact that you were mocking the dead. Your injuries are due to your own undoing. You don't know how much danger your lives were. Miss Duncan has been through much and has experienced more that any of you ever will, I suggest you pick yourselves up and head to the Hospital Wing."
Hermione Granger dared a question towards the Headmaster as he and Professor McGonagall proceeded to lift the girl up and carry her to the Hospital Wing with magic, of course.
"Um, Professor. I was wondering. When Elizabeth said what she said before she passed out, what did she mean that her ancestors have spared the Slytherins?"
Dumbledore sighed before turning to Hermione Granger.
"This is highly confidential information, but I believe that you are a responsible person, Miss Granger, and I believe that you will be able to keep a secret that even your friend doesn't know."
There, Dumbledore explained the reason to the Duncan family power.

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