Kiara's Story | By : AnyuBoo Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 2008 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Hello all! This is AnyuBoo,
the fairer half of MadPiper, a husband and wife
writing team on FanFiction.net :)
What follows is my first solo fic. I own none of JKR’s
characters, more’s the pity. Kiara, her parents, and anyone not
recognizable from the books are my own creations. I’m making no money off this, so please don’t
sue me. So far, this is un-beta’d, so any mistakes are entirely my own. MadPiper has, of
course, seen it, but he’s not the spelling and grammar freak (that’s me). This is a Snape/OFC romance fic. It is also most definitely AU. A milder version is being posted on
FanFiction.net, although at the beginning, they’re both pretty much the
same. Have fun reading!
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Chapter 1: An Owl for Miss Connon
The pretty young girl sat in front of her
mirror, dreamily brushing her long, pale blonde hair. The July sun streaming in her window
highlighted her hair, making it shine in the bright sunlight. She looked in the mirror again. Her face was oval shaped, with pronounced
cheekbones, a small, straight nose, and a small mouth, but with fairly full
lips. Her large eyes were an odd shade
of lavender, framed by long lashes that were considerably darker than her hair. Family and friends had often told her that her
eyes darkened almost to violet when she felt strongly about something, and
lightened to an icy shade when she was very angry, although that didn’t happen
often. Her figure was slightly more
developed than that of most girls her age, making her seem about a year or so
older than the eleven that she was, in spite of the fact that she was rather
petite. All in all, she had the type of
appearance that could cause other girls to dislike her intensely were it not
for the fact that she was a very friendly girl, sunny and good-natured.
She
ran her brush through her hair somewhat absently, her mind on the subject of
schools. Specifically, she was thinking
about middle schools since, now that she was eleven,
it was time for her to leave the local primary school. Her application had been sent to several
schools in Great Britain. She was curious as to which would accept her
but, as her marks had always been quite good, she was able to wonder without
being anxious about it. Her thoughts
were interrupted at that moment by a persistent tapping on her window. She looked up and was startled to see an owl,
a barn owl, sitting on the wide window ledge, tapping its beak against the
glass. She opened her window, thinking
that maybe the owl was hurt and disoriented.
As soon as she did so, however, it flew in, perched on the back of her
chair, and held out one leg. Looking
closer, the girl could see that the owl had some sort of paper tied to it. She untied the paper and was startled again,
seeing that it was an envelope and that it was addressed in emerald green ink
to Miss Kiara Connon, Second Bedroom, 18 Emerald Street, 489-Whitstable, Kent.
“That’s
me,” she said aloud in surprise, as she turned it over to see where it had come
from. The owl hooted softly in response
and flew back out the window. On the
back of the envelope, Kiara saw a crest with the word ‘Hogwarts’ and the images
of a lion, a badger, a raven, and a snake.
She opened the envelope, pulled out the letter, and read it. It was a letter from a school called Hogwarts
School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Apparently she had been accepted as a student, although she hadn’t
realized she was a candidate. She couldn’t
remember ever sending her application to a school like that. Kiara read and re-read the letter. Then she noticed the second sheet tucked
inside. This one was a list of uniforms,
books, and other equipment that she needed.
There was also a train ticket. It
was for the Hogwarts Express, leaving King’s Cross at eleven in the morning on
September first. Kiara was so absorbed
in reading that she didn’t hear her mother calling her to dinner. Finally, Mrs. Connon came upstairs, knocked
lightly, and opened the door.
“Kiara dear,” she said, “I called
you three times already. What are you so
absorbed in?”
“Oh, sorry Mum,” Kiara answered. “I
was reading this letter and didn’t hear you.”
“A letter? Kiara, the post arrived hours ago. There wasn’t a letter addressed to you.”
“I know, Mum. This just arrived a little while ago. An owl brought it to my window.”
“An owl? Kiara, owls don’t normally fly during the
day, and they certainly don’t carry letters.
If I didn’t know better, I’d think you’re making this up. Anyways, come downstairs. Your Gran is here
and it’s time for dinner.”
“Ok, Mum,” Kiara replied, and the
two of them made their way down to the dining room with Kiara still holding the
letter.
“Hello dear,” Kiara’s
Gran greeted her.
“Hi Gran,”
Kiara replied as she sat down at the table.
“What is that you have there?” Gran asked.
“Oh, it’s a weird letter I just got
a little while ago,” Kiara replied. “The strange thing about it is that it
didn’t come with the regular post. An
owl brought it to my window.”
“An owl?” Gran asked. “You mean you got your Hogwarts letter?” At this, all eyes turned to Gran.
“How did you know?” Kiara asked.
“Very simple, dear,” Gran replied. “I went to Hogwarts too, when I was a girl.”
“Just what is this ‘Hogwarts’
place?” Mrs. Connon asked.
“Hogwarts is a school,” Gran replied. “Hogwarts School
of Witchcraft and Wizardry. You
see, Kiara, like myself, is a witch. Hogwarts will teach her how to use her powers
properly.”
“A witch?”
Mrs. Connon asked. “Mum, have you been in the sherry? You’re a nurse, or at least, you were before
you retired.”
“No dear,” Gran
replied with a tolerant smile, “I was actually a Healer at St. Mungo’s Hospital for Magical Maladies. That’s the wizarding
equivalent of a doctor. Your father was
not a wizard and, as it happened, you did not turn out to be a witch. Kiara on the other hand, seems to have
inherited the talent. Oh, that reminds
me, son, could you run across to my house?
In the cupboard under the stairs there’s a black trunk. Would you bring that back here, please?”
“Sure thing,” Dr. Connon replied.
“I’ll fetch it right after dinner.” The
rest of the dinner passed fairly quietly after that, as well as quickly. Afterwards, Kiara, her mother, and her Gran waited in the living room, while Dr. Connon walked across
the street to his mother-in-law’s house.
In the specified cupboard, he found a large, black trunk, which he
lugged back home and set on the living room floor in front of Kiara’s Gran.
“Thank you, dear,” Gran said, as she opened the trunk and began taking things
out. “This was the trunk I used when I went to Hogwarts. Here are my old robes. We’ll put these away as you should have your
own new things. The books also, since
they’re probably out of date by now.
However, here’s my set of crystal phials. You can have these, dear. They were the best quality available and
probably still are. Here’s also my
telescope. It was also top quality, and
I’d give it to you as well, but there are even better ones available now. Ones that are much
stronger. Now, I think we should take
you shopping soon to get the rest of your school supplies.”
“Where can we possibly buy things
such as these?” Mrs. Connon asked, looking over the list.
“Oh, that’s not a problem, dear,” Gran replied. “We’ll go to London, to Diagon
Alley. We’ll be able to buy everything
we need there.”
“Diagon
Alley?” Dr. Connon asked. “I know London
quite well and I’ve never heard of such a place.”
“Of course not, son,” Gran replied. “Only the wizarding
community knows about it. Trust me, I know exactly where it is. If you like, we can even go tomorrow.”
“Yes, let’s,” Kiara said
excitedly. She couldn’t wait to get to
this strange new place to buy magical supplies.
“Well, I suppose we could,” Dr.
Connon replied. “We have nothing planned
for tomorrow. We’ll leave first thing
after breakfast.”
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Well, that’s it
for chapter 1. I have this story
pre-written to chapter 27. Hopefully,
I’ll be able to overcome my writer’s block to continue by the time I have that
posted (I plan, hopefully, on posting several chapters a week).
Please review!
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