A Year at Hogwarts
written by Amanda
Sage Lily Potter had no idea that she was related to one of the most famous wizards in history. She thought that her parents had died in a car crash, like stern Ms. Johnson, the lady that ran the orphanage where Sage resided, had told her. As Sage gets a mysterious letter, the secrets from her past start to unfold in front of her like a giant blanket adorned with the map of her life, and she discovers that one of the girls at the orphanage is different. Just like her. THE BOOK IS NOT FINISHED YET
Last Updated
05/31/21
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Life at the Orphanage
Chapter 1
Sage was staring out of her bedroom window, the wind ruffling her hair like a giant hand. Well, you could call it a bedroom. It was more like a broom cabinet. The "room" was composed of a rusty, old, creaky bed, a closet which was more like two drawers stacked on top of each other, and an old wooden desk with an even more ancient lamp that almost always flickered when it was turned on. Sage didn't have any toys, and there were barely any in the orphanage. A chewed up baby rattle, a plastic Barbie doll, and a puzzle for toddlers. Then there were the books. One of them was Robin Hood, which Sage was now rereading for the third time, and the other was a Barney the Dinosaur book for toddlers once again, which Sage had also read when she was bored out of her mind. The eleven-year-old didn't have many clothes either. All she had were an oversized pink T-shirt, grey leggings, black pants, another saggy t-shirt that Ms.Johnston, the lady that owned the orphanage had found in the attic and that looked more like a rag for cleaning, and a denim jacket that her mother had left for her. All of a sudden, an unpleasant and loud voice arose from the kitchen downstairs. "Sage! You little monster! Get down her for breakfast right this instant or there's no supper for you tonight!"
"Coming Ms. Johnston!" called out the young girl, hastily opening her bedroom door and rushing down the stairs to meet an angry looking Ms. Johnson waiting for her at the bottom.
"You ungrateful little creature! What took you so long?"
"I'm sorry Ms., I didn't know that we were having breakfast earlier today. It's usually at six, not at five-thirty in the morning."
"Well, that's not my problem. You should have found out. I'm not going to go all the way upstairs just to get you, because you're the only one that has a room there. And the reason we're having breakfast early is because it's inspection day today, and I want this place looking spick and span when the inspector comes. Got it?"
Sage nodded. Then she scrambled into the kitchen to eat her tiny portion of cold porridge, which was the children's daily breakfast. At the table sat a thirteen-year-old girl, Rosalind, who was kind to her. Then there were twelve-year-old twins, a girl named October and her sister Wednesday. Next up was a ten-year-old boy, Carter. Then there were Dakota, who was three and was an adorable little girl who Sage took a liking to and cared for, and a little boy called Irving, who was nine months old and whom Sage also took care of. Finally, there was sweet Zara, a five-year-old to whom Sage read bedtime stories sometimes.
After breakfast, the kids made their way outside. They had to pretend that they were in the middle of playing tag, and Sage had the duty of reading to the baby and small children to make the orphanage look like it had a fun and educational environment.The inspector was a kind old man named Alden Ravenclaw, and he often told stories about made-up adventures of magical schools and magical creatures. He told them so convincingly that to Sage it sounded almost as if they were real. Today he was telling the tale of when he met a creature called a Niffler. "But it couldn't be so," she thought to herself as she stared at the lonely but beautiful valleys where the orphanage was located. "Magic is not real." But her opinion would change very soon...
"Coming Ms. Johnston!" called out the young girl, hastily opening her bedroom door and rushing down the stairs to meet an angry looking Ms. Johnson waiting for her at the bottom.
"You ungrateful little creature! What took you so long?"
"I'm sorry Ms., I didn't know that we were having breakfast earlier today. It's usually at six, not at five-thirty in the morning."
"Well, that's not my problem. You should have found out. I'm not going to go all the way upstairs just to get you, because you're the only one that has a room there. And the reason we're having breakfast early is because it's inspection day today, and I want this place looking spick and span when the inspector comes. Got it?"
Sage nodded. Then she scrambled into the kitchen to eat her tiny portion of cold porridge, which was the children's daily breakfast. At the table sat a thirteen-year-old girl, Rosalind, who was kind to her. Then there were twelve-year-old twins, a girl named October and her sister Wednesday. Next up was a ten-year-old boy, Carter. Then there were Dakota, who was three and was an adorable little girl who Sage took a liking to and cared for, and a little boy called Irving, who was nine months old and whom Sage also took care of. Finally, there was sweet Zara, a five-year-old to whom Sage read bedtime stories sometimes.
After breakfast, the kids made their way outside. They had to pretend that they were in the middle of playing tag, and Sage had the duty of reading to the baby and small children to make the orphanage look like it had a fun and educational environment.The inspector was a kind old man named Alden Ravenclaw, and he often told stories about made-up adventures of magical schools and magical creatures. He told them so convincingly that to Sage it sounded almost as if they were real. Today he was telling the tale of when he met a creature called a Niffler. "But it couldn't be so," she thought to herself as she stared at the lonely but beautiful valleys where the orphanage was located. "Magic is not real." But her opinion would change very soon...
