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An Invitation

Present Day

She woke the day after school ended, smiling at the thought of �No more classes!� Two teenagers in the next room playing their video games, with the volume low, caused the smile to widen. Laying back she idly stroked her cat Yo-Han, a flat faced, white cat with orange tips on his ears, his purrs radiating loudly in the quiet morning.

Sighing contently in her room, she moved the lump of a cat off her chest and sat up. She made her way to the bathroom, dressed and slipped into the kitchen. The kids, thinking she was still asleep, broke into wide grins when they smelled coffee and breakfast being prepared.

�Hey guys, ya�ll want breakfast?� She said a little louder than normal. The kids pushed pause and made their way quickly into the kitchen.

�Hey mom!� the sixteen year old boy said, closing the gap between he and his mother, for their morning ritual hug. �I think I grew again.� He looked down at his mother and kissed her on the top of her head. He was at least six feet tall now and losing the roundness he had seemed to carry with him for so long. His features were hers. The same shaped face, eye color, and smile. Only his hair was different, blonde to her dark brown. His shoulders, becoming broader with each passing year, easily gave way to large, long, muscular arms. He would be seventeen in a few weeks, one more year of school before he left this comfort for college life.

�Mornin� mom!� said the sixteen year old girl smiling mischievously. Pushing her brother out of the way to get to her mom, she wrapped her long arms around her mom, looking her eye to forehead. She was just enough taller that her mother to be happy. Her grey eyes twinkled with the smile. �I love you.� she said easily. Her mom was her best friend, next to her older brother. Even when the girls at school were talking about how bad their mothers were, all she could do was laugh and know she was lucky to have this woman in her life. Her mom looked up into the face that was a caricature of her son�s. Her body shape was long, lean and muscular though. She had two years left of school before she would join her brother in college.

Sitting at the table a few minutes later, they ate and discussed summer plans.

Several hours later, the mail arrived, she looked over the ever mounting stack of bills and groaned about the lack of money with which to pay them. A peculiar envelope was in the stack. A well written parchment envelope with beautiful script writing

Ms. Rowan Black

Office Desk

200 Carleton Drive

Little Town, Texas

She did a double take at the Office Desk part. There was no return address, but as she turned the envelope over, she found a wax seal. Smiling, she slid her great grandmother�s family crest letter opener across the top. Inside there were two letters and an airplane ticket. As she read the contents, she found herself laughing out loud again.

June 5, 2005

Ms. Black,

Please allow me to introduce myself. I am Professor Minerva McGonagall. I am the Deputy Headmistress at a boarding school for exceptional and talented children in England. Our teacher for a class in �Real World Applications� has turned in his resignation. He recommended you as a possibility for his replacement.

The yearly salary will compensate any living expenses which would be incurred at your home, all room and board is included with this package, as well as a budget which will be determined when the new teacher discusses needs with the Headmaster. Professor Dumbledore is an extremely generous headmaster.

Enclosed you will find a check for expenses, an airplane ticket, departing on June 14th, and returning June 16. Please note, should you accept this invitation, the person who will meet your airplane is named Arthur Weasley.

If you would please respond to this letter, reseal the envelope in which it came and put it out for the postman, we will receive it promptly.

Again, let me stress, that this is a formal interview with the Headmaster and the Board of Governors.

I await your response.

Sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress

Hogwart�s

Rowan re-read this letter many times. The second 'letter turned' out to be an expense check for two days, which was more than she made her last month of teaching English and Life Studies at the local high school. The plane ticket was there as well. Rising from her chair, she walked to the filing cabinet. Looking for her passport, she smiled again.

After making the decision to accept the invitation for any interview, she answered the letter, dutifully set the post out as instructed and was shocked to see a beautiful solid black owl pick it up and fly away.

That evening, after banking and shopping, they made their way to a restaurant. Guiltily, Mason wanted to know what he could have. Smiling wickedly, Mom replied, �Anything.� While waiting for their food to be served, Rowan told them about the interview. Both kids seemed a little shocked at first, and then decided that it was just an interview and she should go for it.

Nine days later, Rowan�s older brother Jeff dropped her off at the airport and promised to pick her up upon her return. Taking one more deep breath, Rowan went into the airport and started the biggest adventure of her life.

The Interview

The flight over gave her time to think about how she had gotten where she was. Her husband had been killed in the line of duty when the children were still babies. She had moved home after the funeral and finished her degree. She finished at the top of her class and was sought by a few of the larger metropolitan Police agencies in Texas, deciding finally on Dallas.

It took two short years to earn a name for herself and get noticed by an international 'Police Force', which legally went into countries, found the criminal, and extridited them before the law of the land could get in the way of justice. She continued this career until her dad had passed away. When she put in for a transfer to a desk job, she ended up bored to tears. When her mom had died a few short months later, she had saved enough money to go back to school and get her teaching certificate. She had been a teacher now for a few years and was ready for something different. Little did she know just how different her life was about to become.

Her arrival was met by a very enthusiastic man and a woman who was apparently his wife. They were dressed neatly, but obviously not in the latest fashions. She approached them cautiously and was greeted with warm smiles. He introduced himself as Arthur Weasley and his wife Molly, then asked if she would like help with her bags. Graciously she accepted as he took her overnight bag off her shoulder, she followed the couple into the warm sunshine.

He led them to a limousine parked in the �No Parking Zone�. People milled around but no one seemed to notice or think it was out of order. The driver opened the back door and the three entered. It was much larger than any limousine Rowan had ever been in. It almost seemed large enough to be a regular home. She didn�t seem to have to duck to enter it. Noticing the smiles from her red-headed escorts, she put it out of her mind. It had been too long since she had done any international travel and a seventeen hour plane ride was enough to confuse anyone.

Arthur asked odd questions about America. Rowan answered as best she could while trying to stay awake. She leaned back on the seat and faded a bit. Her eyes closing to the light, her ears closing to the sounds around her, she mumbled her last answer and fell into a deep sleep.

Her dreams drifted to a large castle in the Scottish Highlands. She seemed to be watching a movie of a dark headed boy with a scar across his forehead and six other teenagers. The dark headed boy was standing outside the circle talking to a bigger man in a dark cloak. He seemed to be evil. The boy was taunting him. Looking around the rest of the �movie�, Rowan noted that there were many larger people in a circle, while the inner circle consisted of four people about this boy�s size and three smaller ones. �Probably boys and girls�, Rowan thought to herself.

The children were standing shoulder to shoulder, facing the adults. The each had a wand raised above their heads pointing to the center of their inner circle. Rowan could hear them chanting as the dream wore on. The adults began shooting different color lights at the inner circle. The lights rebound off the circle�s light that began to glow with each repetition of the chant �abundantia adfero abeo dedoceo cesso adamo� . Although Rowan did not see the sub-titles, she knew what the words meant - �We Love you. We are here to help you. We will be with you. We will support you.�

The cape of the man flew off to reveal something not quite human. More reptilian than most, Rowan looked on with interest. The dark headed boy continued to taunt him, making him very angry. Rowan wanted to rush in and stand between them. She wanted to protect this teenager against what she believed to be pure evil. She watched, rooted to her spot as an observer only, as the man screamed something before a green light flew from the end of his wand directly at the boy before him. Being hit in the chest, he was knocked back into the circle of light. The continued chanting came and the man kept shooting lights at the six teens making the circle.

His lights rebounded off the gold solid glow of the inner circle, striking down the other adults in the outer circle. As the others fell, the inner circle continued to repeat the words to the boy now floating in the light. As he stood in the circle, the man yelled to what was left of the outer circle, his high pitched wailing �KILL THEM ALL�.

The lights shot from too many adults to count. Lights flew at the inner circle now completely surrounded by the gold light, each rebounding to a different light that shot it. There were no spoken words other than the incessant chanting �abundantia adfero abeo dedoceo cesso adamo� by the other six, and the yells of curses being thrown and rebounded. Rowan held her breath until she realized that there was only the one man standing against this band of teenagers. They obviously loved him. She tried to watch closer. She wanted to know who he was.

The boy with a scar fell to the floor in the middle of the circle. One by one, each child in the inner circle fell in a lump. The red-headed boy, the bushy haired girl, the red-headed girl, two blonde boys and one brunette fell from the circle. Rowan could not make out their faces. She screamed as the cloaked figure advanced on the group�

She awoke with a start. Arthur was shaking her asking her to wake up. Rowan looked around the limousine for the boy and his friends, took a deep calming breath, and as she exhaled she realized it was just a dream. Rowan took a moment to compose herself. Apologizing, she sat straight up in her seat. Arthur�s kind eyes shown worry, as Molly handed her a glass of water.

They arrived at the castle a few minutes after she awoke. Arthur showed her to the great entry way. There were several children in long black robes. She assumed they were students and must have been practicing for some �end of year� school play. Just as the thoughts were fleeting through her mind, she was introduced to the potions master Professor Snape.

Snape was an oddly familiar man. He looked at her for a split second with wonder and something she could not quite see before he covered it with a sneer. Her immediate impression of him was that he carried himself well, was thin, and wore dark clothes. Which roughly translated to one hell of a sexy man.

She did a double take when he escorted her to the guest quarters in silence, the only words he spoke were �Hello� and �This way,� as he gestured down a hall, then finished his spectacular conversation abilities with �The trip has been long, please relax.� She knew she was not due to meet with the Headmaster and the Board of Governors until the following day. Her room, �charming� was the only word she could think of, had a comfortable bed, books, and candles. How she wished there was someone in her life that could share a room like this with her. She ate the food that was set on the table, and fell into a deep sleep.

The damned movie played in her sleep was once again. It was filled with images of the dark headed teenager and the other children that so obviously loved him. She tried to watch closer, wanting to know who he was. There were no spoken words other than the incessant chanting �abundantia adfero abeo dedoceo cesso adamo� by the other six, and the yells of curses being thrown and rebounded. Opening her eyes only for a moment, she thought to herself �no more teen horror movies�� before falling back into an uneasy sleep. The next morning, the clock beside the couch rang until she found a way to shut it off. Upon returning to her room after a shower, she found breakfast and ate heartily. After all, it was hard to supervise seven teenagers and many villains in her sleep.

When breakfast was complete, she dressed carefully, noticing that the candles were lit and the soft glow was much better than the incandescent lights that were strangely absent in her rooms. She opened the door, startled to find a woman with a severe bun and the look of a vulture. She was accompanied by the tall thin man with greasy black hair. Rowan could not remember his name �Sneepe?� She thought better than to risk insulting him, and only acknowledged him with a nod. He looked somehow familiar, but she did not make comment. �Are you ready Ms. Black?� the woman asked. She had a beautiful brogue, and Rowan thought fleetingly that she knew her from somewhere, but dismissed it as quickly as the thought entered her mind, deciding that she must have seen her the night before. She absently tried to figure out why the dark headed man felt so familiar.

�What? Oh, of course.� Rowan smiled down at the woman. She followed them down a grand set of stairs into a large open area.

Just before they reached the huge front doors, Snape bid her farewell and departed. Four or five teenagers darted out of the great hall; her eyes met the green eyes of a dark headed boy, who gave her a fleeting smile as he ran to catch up with two red heads. She watched him jump on the red headed boy�s back making the brown headed girl shake her head and roll her eyes, while the red headed girl shrieked with laughter.

Turning away from the kids, she waited a moment before entering the hall. She saw four long tables with another across the head of the room, in front of seated men and women in robes. Rowan could only assume they were the Headmaster and the Board of Governors.

Cautiously, Rowan made her way to them and sat quietly as the woman who had escorted her there, took her place at the head table. She was dressed conservatively, but felt as though she had not dressed appropriately for a brief moment. She experienced an odd calm in the presence of so many obviously important people; that creeping feeling of familiarity swept over her as the long bearded man spoke.

�Ahhh, Hello Rowan. I am Professor Dumbledore, Headmaster at this school. You have been recommended to fill a position by our current professor.� Rowan nodded her understanding as he introduced the others. Rowan tried to follow their names, but seemed to have a difficult time remembering them. Taking a deep steadying breath, she calmed herself as she did the first day of every class at the high school. Willing herself to keep pace with the rapid words of this powerful man, she opened her eyes again to hear his say, �Tell us about yourself and family please.�

Blushing, she noticed that the others seemed to be studying her close. She rose from her chair and smiled at the board. �I am a 36 year old, single parent of two teenagers. After almost four years of marriage, my husband was killed when my daughter was just three months. After his death, I moved home to rear them in Texas. We still live in the same home I grew up in. My parents are now dead, but I do have four older brothers. Currently, I am a teacher at the local high school. But my past credentials include Police Work in Texas as well as on an International Level. I speak three languages, English, Spanish, and French.

My teaching credentials were completed after the death of my parents so that I could be closer to my children. I wanted to teach while they attend high school. It was an easy way to stay in their lives when most kids are avoiding their parents. I feel that a parent�s relationship with their children is the most important thing in life. The relationships I have developed with my students is a continuation of the way I feel about my children.�

Taking another steadying breath, she continued, �When I received your letter regarding this interview, I was shocked. I had never been offered anything remotely like this opportunity. I appreciate being considered for such a position.� She turned quietly and returned to the middle of the room, standing in front of her chair.

A wheezy older man asked his first question. �Do you believe in Magic?�

�Uh-oh, this was not a question for which she was prepared,� she thought, but verbally, she answered �I believe that there are things in this world that are not accurately explained by conventional science. I don�t know if they are magic or UFO�s, but there is definitely more than I know about.�

The next three hours were rapid fire questions ending with Professor Dumbledore asking simply �Would you like the job?�

�Yes,� was her initial reply, but gasped when the realization of her word hit her. She hadn�t talked it over with her children or brothers, or taken anything into consideration until after she uttered that simple word. She took a deep breath as the thoughts ran through her heart and mind before continuing, �However, I will need to know more about the school, when or if my children will be allowed to attend, and other small details.� She drew another calming breath before finally sitting in her chair.

She waited as the table emptied. Soon all that was left was Dumbledore, Ms. McGonagall, and the dark headed man. �Was his name Snoop?� It seemed odd that she couldn't remember his name. She was trained to remember instant details and catalogue them. But it didn�t matter, she chided to herself. Only that she be allowed to eat and rest. The headmaster, seeming to read her mind, acknowledged her silence with the suggestion that they speak in a few hours about the details.

On the flight home the next day, her mind tried to wrap around what happened at that meeting. She would assist several scholars over the summer with a revision of the text that was being currently used. She would independently re-writing the fifth and seventh year tests. Her children could join her as she saw fit. Every child at the castle would be attending her class. It was now required to graduate. She once again fell into a sleep plagued by that damned movie; hearing the words over and over �abundantia adfero abeo dedoceo cesso adamo�.

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