Chapter 2: Welcome to Hogwart

"You're handling this situation all by yourself, and that reminds me of someone else who's just like you. She's a lot like her great-grandmother, too." Georgia smiled as she thought of an old friend she had lost. "Come on, Tina, let's get out of here. You don't deserve to live in a place like this. Grab your things and let's go." Just as Georgia was about to leave, Christina grabbed her arm. "Wait, I don't have anything to take with me except for a music box and a necklace that Mr. Harrison gave me." "Those are precious items, take them with you, dear. You should always keep gifts from people who are kind to you." Georgia nodded, and Christina quickly ran to the basement, where she lived, to gather her belongings.

As Christina gathered her belongings, Amrita rushed to Georgia, her knee almost pleading, 'Wait, my mother!' Georgia reassured her, 'Don't worry, my dear, I'll cast a spell for your mother.' With a wave of her wand and a whispered "Silencio," Mrs. Harrison's voice was now back. Amrita rushed to her mother's side, but her hand was slapped away, and Mrs. Harrison glared at Georgia, who warned,

"Don't even think about speaking, Mrs. Harrison, or I'll silence you again." Just then, Christina arrived, exclaiming, "I'm here!" " Today, we will leave this house and we'll get your school books and equipment. We'll also start your training." With a smile, Christina nodded, "Now, hold me tight, we're traveling fast." In an instant, they vanished, and Christina found herself in a different dimension.

Inside the dimension, everything moved at an incredible pace, making it difficult for her to see due to the stinging wind in her eyes. However, she could hear voices.

'"Mommy, over here!'"

"Alexa, don't run too fast, you'll fall!"

"Does anyone want a newspaper with the latest gossip?"

The speed was overwhelming, leaving her feeling dizzy and nauseous. Then, she heard a voice calling out to her.

"Christina... Christina..." The voice was feminine, but unfamiliar. Another voice, this time male, called out, "Christina, my beloved princess." She felt a growing sense of dizziness, and her surroundings began to darken. Georgia tried to call out to her, but her voice was too distant. Eventually, Christina drifted off to sleep.

That Night at Hogwarts Academy...

Professor McGonagall spent the entire day writing acceptance letters to the new first years who would arrive on September 1. As she penned her final letter, a strange green haze seeped into the room through the gap under the door. Sensing something was amiss, Professor McGonagall stood up, wand at the ready.

"I can sense someone's presence," she commanded. "Show yourself." But there was no response. Suddenly, she spun around to face a figure clad in a black cloak and mask. With swift reflexes, Professor McGonagall defended herself against the mysterious opponent.

*Crack!*

*Zip!*

"Protego!" The magic charm Professor McGonagall used to block magic didn't work, especially when the man cast an unfamiliar spell. "Kentra Vuk!"

Kentra Vuk - A powerful spell capable of shattering a protective barrier and harming the caster of the protection charm.

The powerful spell shattered the barrier, sending Professor McGonagall flying into the wall. She crashed to the floor, her wand slipping out of reach. As she struggled to retrieve it, a man stepped on it, pinning it to the ground. Professor McGonagall looked up at him, her eyes wide with fear. "W...who are you?" she stuttered, but the man remained silent, instead chanting a mysterious spell. "Patroemvuk!"

Patroemvuk - This spell has the power to manipulate someone's mind, controlling their thoughts and altering their memories. It can also turn its victim into a puppet, rendering them motionless and devoid of emotions or actions.

Professor McGonagall remained motionless, her expression suddenly neutral. A young man's soft, angelic voice, laced with a harsh command, instructed her, "You will do exactly as I say. Stand up."

Professor McGonagall obediently followed his instructions, writing a letter to Christina Smith, accepting her into Hogwarts. After sealing the letter, she was told to send all the letters, especially Christina's, immediately.

Once the task was complete, she was ordered to take a nap. The mysterious man, satisfied with the outcome "Now everything will be according to the plan." He approached Professor McGonagall, commanding her to forget the entire encounter, remembering only that she had written letters to the first-year students. As soon as she acknowledged his instructions, Professor McGonagall fell asleep, her head on the table.

In the next morning....

Christina jolted awake, disoriented and gasping, as she took in the strange room. Georgia entered, finding her struggling to sit up, a headache pinching her face. "Hey, you okay? The flight was pretty long, seems like you still haven't get used to your Ivetre." Georgia said.

Christina's gaze drifted to Georgia, confusion etched on her face. "Ivetre?" she repeated, the word sparking a fleeting sense of familiarity.

"Yes, Ivetre," Georgia said. "It's a power witches use for teleportation and invisibility. But it's tricky - you need to know the place you're teleporting to, and it won't work if you're restrained."

Christina's eyes locked onto Georgia's. "Me? I have that kind ability? but we don't even sure that I am a witch. and how can I used this Ivetre?"

Georgia smile, pat her head, and gently said "I'll teach you how to harness it. It'll take time, but I'm here to guide you." Christina's mind reeled as she struggled to wrap her head around the idea of being a witch. She didn't even know who she was, let alone how to tap into some magical ability. The word "witch" still echoed in her mind, conflicting with her human identity. Was my memories playing a trick on me?

Georgia's voice burst forth, her excitement infectious. "Before we forget, we're off to Diagon Alley! We'll get all the essentials for your first year at Hogwarts!" Christina's eyes widened, and she quickly sat up, calling out to Georgia before she could leave. "Wait! Georgia, I don't have any money with me..." A gentle smile spread across Georgia's face. "Don't worry, dear. I've got everything covered. Just get ready, I'll be waiting for you downstairs."

As they made their way to Diagon Alley, the air was filled with the hum of magic and wonder. They strolled through the bustling streets, taking in the sights and sounds of the wizarding world. Christina's eyes widened as they approached a quaint little shop, the sign above the door reading "Grimmauld Place Gallons".

Georgia pushed open the door, and they stepped inside. The shop was cozy, with shelves upon shelves of gleaming glass containers filled with all manner of liquids and potions. A friendly witch behind the counter greeted them with a warm smile. "Welcome, young witches! What can I help you with today?" Georgia smile to the owner "Hello Ariella, I'm here to take Gallons for Christina." Ariella look behind from Georgia to see Christina. "Oh dear, you're Christina. My, you look just like your mother before. but you have your father's eyes." Ariella smile kindly as she took something from the shelves.

Georgia took charge, ordering a few gallons of the finest potions and elixirs for Christina's first year at Hogwarts. As they waited, Christina couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and wonder. She was really doing this. I can't believe I'm actually doing it, I'm not even sure if I am excited or nervous at same time. It's magical place!

What's even more surprising for her is that the way they get to the Diagon Alley is also a magic, like Georgia said, ordinary humans can't see the magical place, only those who are born with magic can see them. "But, where can we even find the wand? You said that I need my own wand." "Yes dear, and now we're getting yours."

Christina and Georgia went to the different store to get Christina's wand. "Is getting my wand will be easy? How did you get yours?" Georgia smile "I brought mine. You see getting the wand is not only something you brought. You have to own it, so yes, it's not easy to find a wand for yourself. A wand has... choices of taste when they choose their master or mistress, more like the wand chooses their wizard or witch not the holder, and once they choose you, you will own it. You and your wand need connections." Christina look to Georgia with questionable look " 'Connections' like what?" "Connections, more like the wand choose you but they test you first before you own them. You can feel their magic that ties both of you. you'll know once we get there."

Georgia seems doesn't know the answer, she pretends she knows but is connections to a wand really work??? When they reach to the store, Christina reads aloud "Ollivanders Wand Shop" Georgia place a hand on her shoulder "Good luck, my dear." Christina understand what it was meant, so she glance at her "Wait, your not coming inside with me?" Georgia shook her head "No dear, I have something to do. But don't worry, I'll be right back." Georgia gently push her to the store and Christina slowly getting inside. As soon she step inside, a soft bell above the door tinkles, she was immediately meet with cozy, dimy lit store with a warm wooden interior. The walls are lined with shelves that stretch up to the ceiling, stacked with wands, wand cases, and boxes of wand-making materials. The air is thick with the scent of wood and magic.

As Christina took a step inside a little more, the floor creaks beneath her feet making her flinch and she also hears other sound, like a shelves seem to whisper on her ears as if telling the secrets at each other, and also the sound of soft scratching of quill pen on parchment. There, she saw a man taking some notes. Is that the owner of the shop?

In the center of the room, a long, velvet-draped counter stretches, with a single, elegant chair behind it. Mr. Ollivander, the wandmaker, sits in the chair, and he stops writing hearing someone inside his store. Mr. Ollivander look to see a young girl, his piercing eyes watching her from beneath his bushy eyebrows. The wands on display seem to shimmer and glow in the soft light, as if they're alive, waiting to find their perfect match.

Christina clears her throat and smile awkwardly. "H-Hello...sir. I'm here to-" "get your wand?" Christina nodded "Yes, sir." Ollivander look at her with suspicious "You're too young to hold a wand, young girl." Christina tilted her head "My name is Christina Smith. And, I was enrolled to Hogwart." Ollivander was surprised and he lean a little bit closer. "My dear, may I ask how old are you?" "Uhm...ten?" "You're ten years old?" Christina can only nod and look to her surroundings. "But that can't be. You're too young to enroll in Hogwart dear. You're not Eleven years old. In first years, the age of children needs to be at least Eleven years old before enrolling Hogwart. Something must have been a mistake."

Christina's eyes widened in surprise and confusion. "Only eleven years old? Then how did I get this letter? Is it a mistake?" She gently took the letter from her bag and handed it to Ollivander.

With a wave of his wand, the letter floated out of Christina's hands and into Ollivander's. He read it silently, his expression unreadable. Christina's anxiety grew as she waited, unsure of what to expect.

"Impossible..." Ollivander murmured, "Why would McGonagall accept you, knowing you're too young? And your last name is Smith... Are you related to James Smith?" Christina's brow furrowed in confusion; she didn't recognize the name. She shook her head, "I...I don't know, sir."

Ollivander's piercing gaze made her uncomfortable, but he eventually stood up, a warm smile spreading across his face. He handed Christina back her letter. "Well, since the letter was sent to you and you've been enrolled at Hogwarts, I'm sure McGonagall has her reasons. And of course, you can't attend Hogwarts without a wand." He winked, and Christina's tension eased as she smiled in relief.

"So many wands in your shop. Is it really true that the wand test you first before you own them?" Ollivander chuckle hearing her question "I don't think I ever heard the wand test you before. But choosing the wand is not too easy. I have wands that you can try." Ollivander took three boxes of wand. "Try these three, it might help your preference." Christina look the tree boxes closely and she choose one of the box and open it. "Ah, the willow wood with unicorn hair core. Why don't you give a try?" Christina nod and she gently wave her wand, but then...

*Woosh!*

*Crack!*

Christina gasped as she flinched when the magic burst out of the wand, hitting the shelves, ceiling, walls, and floor, forcing her and Ollivander to duck and jump aside to avoid getting hit. The magic finally struck a stack of books, sending them tumbling to the floor with a loud thud.

With shaking hands, Christina carefully returned the wand to its box and gently closed it. "I guess... it's not the right wand..." she said, her voice trembling. Ollivander chuckled nervously.

Christina tried again, but the wands didn't seem to work for her. She began to feel nervous, her eyes seeking reassurance from Ollivander. "Oh, Mr. Ollivander, I don't think I can hold my own wand... None of them seem to-"

She stopped mid-sentence, a sudden realization dawling on her. "Wait a minute... Mr. Ollivander, sir, if you don't mind, can I take a look around your shop? Maybe I can find my own wand." Ollivander raised an eyebrow. "And how so?"

Christina smiled, a newfound determination in her eyes. "Well, sir, if I can't choose my own wand, maybe the right one will find me. As someone said, the wand chooses the wizard or witch, not the other way around." Ollivander's expression softened, understanding dawning on him. He realized that the wands weren't responding to Christina because they hadn't chosen her yet. Each wand had its own preferences, waiting for the right witch or wizard to come along.

Christina's fingertips danced across the shelf, a smile spreading across her face as she took in the magical sight. Her gaze wandered, and she stopped when something caught her eye - a faint shine from the other side of the shelf. Curious, she followed the light and spotted a box, a soft glow emanating from within. She picked up the wooden box and opened it carefully. As she did, the room brightened, and Christina shielded her face from the light. When she finally looked inside, she saw a wand, its light slowly fading. She took a closer look at the 11-inch wand, her eyes widening with wonder.

Ollivander appeared behind her, a smile on his face. "Ah, a wand made of Oak Wood with a Unicorn Hair core," he said, his voice filled with admiration. Christina turned to him, her eyes still fixed on the wand. "What does it do?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Ollivander's eyes twinkled. "This wand embodies pure kindness, gentleness, wisdom, and loyalty. The Oak wand is devoted to its master, choosing only those with courage, strength, and loyalty. And it seems, my dear, that the Oak wand has chosen you."

Christina gently placed the box down and grasped the wand, her eyes widening in awe. "Wow..." She turned it over in her hand, examining it carefully. But their moment of joy was short-lived. The wand suddenly sprang to life, moving on its own and catching Christina off guard.

*Whoosh!*

She stumbled, almost losing her footing as the wand tugged her along.

"Ah!" she cried out, releasing her grip. The wand hovered in mid-air, and Ollivander quickly caught it before it could fly off. "Oh dear," Ollivander exclaimed quietly, Christina tried to grab it back, but the wand was too fast, darting around the store with incredible speed. "Hey!" she shouted, chasing after it. "It's like this wand is testing me," she muttered, determination etched on her face. She recalled something Georgia had said, and her eyes narrowed as she focused on the wand.

With her eyes closed, Christina listened to the sound of the wand, tracking its movements. She followed the noise, her hand extended..." Gotcha!" she exclaimed, finally grasping the wand firmly but gently, avoiding breaking it. The wand calmed in her hand, seeming to settle into its new home. "It looks like everything is settled now," Ollivander said with a light chuckle, and Christina smiled back at him. "Time to get this wand, Mr. Ollivander!" she exclaimed.

As Christina exited the store, the soft bell above the door tinkled again. Georgia approached her, a golden brown and white owl perched in a cage beside her. "I see you've got your wand," Georgia said. "Wow, whose owl is this?" Christina asked, bending down to admire the bird.

"Yours, my dear," Georgia replied, handing Christina the cage. "This is Amira. She'll be your friend, guide, and messenger. She's yours now." Christina's eyes widened in amazement. "Wow, she's gorgeous! Where did you get her?" "I got her from an owl store. A friend of mine breeds owls, and She gave me Amira for you," Georgia explained. Christina was overjoyed, having acquired not only a wand but also an owl in one day.

"Oh, right," Georgia continued, "let's head back to my house. I'll teach you how to use your powers as a wit'sch – beyond just the wand. Come on." Once they arrived at Georgia's house, she took Christina outside. "Now, Tina, listen carefully," Georgia began. "When using the Ivetre, remember its weakness. It only works if your hands and feet are free. If you're tied up, you can't use it."

Christina's curiosity was piqué. "What is Ivetre used for?" "It's for traveling and becoming invisible," Georgia explained. "But be warned, powerful sorcerers can still track you down, even with Ivetre. Don't forget that you can also go to places using Ivetre if you already get there or know that place." Christina replayed the instructions in her mind, trying to absorb every detail. "Okay, let's get started," Georgia said. "Think of a place you remember or want to go. Focus on it, and the Ivetre will take you there."

Christina nodded, closing her eyes tightly. She pictured a place she had visited long ago, during the Harrison family's vacation. As she concentrated, a cold wind swept through her, lifting her off the ground. She felt herself being carried away, her feet leaving the earth. In an instant, she was gone, feeling weightless and free like the wind. When she finally opened her eyes, she gasped at the breathtaking sight before her – a lush green hill adorned with vibrant flowers. "Did I...did I do this?" she whispered, amazed. She approached the flowers, gently touching them.

Her wonder was short-lived, as she remembered Georgia was waiting for her. She focused again, using her Ivetre to return. As she reappeared beside Georgia, her mentor beamed with pride. "Bravo, my girl, bravo!" Georgia exclaimed, clapping her hands. "You did great using your Ivetre on your first try!" Christina smiled shyly. "I didn't know I could do that." "Let's train some more," Georgia said confidently, and Christina nodded in agreement.

They trained tirelessly, day and night, until Christina's powers grew stronger and more precise. Georgia taught her various spells, charms, and potions, pushing her to master each skill. Finally, the day arrived for Christina to depart for Hogwarts.

September 1, 1988

London Train Station...

As they walked through the bustling station, Christina's eyes scanned the crowd, taking in the sights and sounds of students saying goodbye to their families. She pushed a cart laden with three bags and Amira's cage. Georgia stopped, pulled out a small card, and handed it to Christina. "A platform card," she explained. "This is the train you'll be taking."

Christina took the card, her brow furrowed in curiosity. "Aren't you coming with me?" she asked, looking up at Georgia. Georgia shook her head. "I can't, I have business to attend to. You'll be fine on your own."

Christina's heart skipped a beat as she felt a pang of nervousness. She had never traveled alone before. She glanced down at the card: Platform 9 3/4. "But Georgia, there must be a mistake," she said, looking up. "There is no-" She turned to ask Georgia, but her mentor was already wentne, vanished into the crowd. Christina's eyes widened as she realized she'd have to find the platform alone.

With determination, she pushed her cart through the throng, stopping a guard to ask directions. "Excuse me, sir, where is Platform 9 3/4?" The guard snorted. "Kid, are you kidding? There ain't no such thing as Platform 9 3/4. That platform don't exist!" Christina's hope began to dwindle, but she refused to give up. She continued searching, her eyes scanning the station, until she felt like she'd hit a dead end. Christina's gaze wandered, taking in the bustling station, until a mother's voice caught her attention. "Did you get everything you needed?" she asked her daughter.

Christina watched as the mother fussed over her child's belongings, while the young girl, who look older than her. bit older than her, seemed impatient. "Mom, everything's ready. I'll be fine, okay?" the girl said, her tone a mix of frustration and affection. The mother turned to her eldest, a young woman named Isabella, who was preparing to depart. "No, Isabella, you go first. Go on!" she said, nodding encouragingly.

Isabella faced the wall of the corridor and, without hesitation, ran straight into it. Christina's eyes widened in shock as she gasped, looking around to see if anyone else had witnessed the strange scene. The mother smiled and turned to her other daughter, Mary. "Now you, Mary." Mary followed Isabella's example, disappearing into the wall with a smooth, practiced motion. Christina's confusion and curiosity got the better of her, and she hurried over to the woman. "Excuse me, ma'am?" she said, approaching hesitantly. "Yes, dear?" the woman replied, her smile warm and inviting.

Christina hesitated, feeling a bit out of place. "I'm sorry to bother you... it's my first time going to... to Hogwarts, and I... can you please tell me how to get inside the wall?" The woman's expression turned understanding. "Oh my, well of course. Don't worry, my daughter Rowan is also going to Hogwarts for the first time. But you seemed a bit young to be attending Hogwarts," she added, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. Christina tried to deflect the question, laughing awkwardly. "It's my genes... my face looks young,, but my age doesn't agree with it."

The woman's smiles never wavered, and she gently placed a hand on Christina's shoulder. "Well, that explained a lot. To get to Platform 9 3/4, just stand between the walls of 9 and 10, and then walk straight ahead... or run, like my daughters did." Christina smiles, feeling a sense of relief. "Thank you..." The woman and her daughter stepped aside, allowing Christina to take her place between the walls. As she prepared to make her move, a girl spoke up behind her. "Good luck..."

Christina nodded, took a deep breath, and ran straight into the wall. She closed her eyes, bracing for impact, but instead, she felt herself being pulled through. When she opened her eyes, she was standing on Platform 9 3/4, surrounded by the hustle and bustle of students and parents saying their goodbyes. She chuckled, grinning from ear to ear, as she took in the sights and sounds of the platform. Just then, a girl yelped in surprise, having followed Christina through the wall. She turned to see Rowan adjusting her glasses, a sheepish look on her face.

Rowan and Christina exchanged glances, Christina's face breaking into a smile as Rowan laughed awkwardly. "Well, that was a bit awkward for our first meeting. What are you still doing here? Come on, the train's leaving," Rowan said, nodding towards the train before moving forward. Christina followed her, and they found their seats, settling in for the journey. As Christina gazed out the window, her heart racing with excitement and nerves, Rowan spoke up. "Are you feeling nervous too?" She pulled out a small pack of candies from her bag and offered some to Christina, who gratefully accepted. "Thanks... to be honest, I am. It's my first time, after all," Christina admitted.

Rowan nodded understandingly, knowing exactly how Christina felt. "It's okay, we're first-timers, after all. By the way, I'm Rowan North," she said, extending her hand. Christina shook it, introducing herself as Christina Smith. Rowan's expression turned curious. "Wait, Smith?" she repeated, her eyes widening. "As in... the Smith?" Christina nodded, unsure what to expect. Rowan's eyes grew wide, and she leaned in, her voice barely above a whisper. "Are you related to James Smith?"

Christina shook her head, trying to place the name. "James Smith? I don't know him. Who is he?" Rowan leaned back, her expression serious. "James Smith was a famous rebellious Gryffindor student. He broke the rules and disappeared. No one knows where he is now. I thought you might be related, given the same surname." Christina shrugged. "Maybe we just share a surname, but we're not related."

Rowan nodded, her eyes still sparkling with curiosity. "Yeah, probably. You don't really looked like him, anyway. There was a story that James had an adopted sister... her biological parents died,, and his mom took her in." Christina's expression Softened. "That's so sad." Rowan smiled, changing the subject. "Anyway, let's focus on our journey instead."

As the train of Hogwart Express pulled away from the station, the children bid their final goodbyes to their parents, and Christina embarked on a new chapter in her life.

"Christina, Mommy loves you so much... I'm sorry I can't watch you grow up... I love you," a woman's voice whispered in the darkness, muffled as if from underwater.

"Christina... I love you, my dearest daughter," another woman's voice echoed, different from the first. "Christina...?" Someone gently tapped her shoulder. "Christina!"

She jolted awake, her vision blurry. Rowan's smiling face came into focus. "Wake up, sleepyhead! We're here! Let's get our things."

Christina stood, stretching, and followed Rowan out of the train. As they disembarked, a booming voice called out, "Watch yourselves, kiddos! Don't bump your head all the way!"

Hagrid, the gamekeeper, stood tall, his lamp casting a warm glow. He handed a lost notebook to a student, saying, "Hey kid, you lost something?" Christina struggled with her bags, and Rowan asked, "Why do you have so many things?" "Georgia packed extra stuff," Christina huffed. Hagrid intervened, taking one of her bags. "Whoa, kid! You need a helping hand."

As they walked, Christina asked about their location. Maria, Rowan's sister, explained, "We're in Hogsmeade Station, a village near Hogwarts. We'll take a boat across the lake to the castle." At the lake, Hagrid guided them into boats. "Alright, kiddos! Slow and easy does it. Watch your steps." The boat swayed as Christina and Rowan settled in. Hagrid reassured her, "Don't worry about your stuff, kiddo. It'll be transferred to your house."

As they glided across the lake, fog enveloped them. Rowan clarmored Christina's arm, whispering, "Gosh, what if something's beneath the water?" Christina tried to hide her smile while Hagrid was with them, comforting presence as he led the first-years through the mist. Suddenly, the fog lifted, revealing... "Wow..." Rowan gasped.

Hagrid beamed as he said "Welcome to Hogwart, first years!" The massive stone structure towered above, its spires and turrets reaching for the sky. Christina's eyes widened as she took in the majestic sight, her heart racing with excitement. This was it – she was really here, at Hogwarts!

To be Continued...

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