A squibs diary [ENG]

Titel: A squibs diary
Språk: Engelska
Typ av text: Fanfiction
Antal kapitel hittills: 2
Färdigskriven: Nej
Rating: G (for now)
Beskrivning: Rana (mig) fick reda på om magi när hon var 8 eftersom hon hade inte visat några tecken på magi. Då får hon reda på att hon är en Squib. Nu är hon elva och har fått brevet från Hogwarts. Utan att låta hennes föräldrar veta, så tackar hon ja och åker till Hogwarts.

Chapter 1

It was odd having someone tell you that they were wizard and witch. Not frightening, not joyful and exciting, just odd. After they sat me down, that day, when I turned 8 and nothing had happened, and told me that they were wizards, it felt like I wasn't there. Like as if I was a bored audience, half listening on what was going on through the eyes of a little girl. Though the part that had clung on to my mind, was panicking. Wizards and witches?!

Don't take me wrong here, I was 8 by then and had just learnt that monsters didn't exist. Learning that witches and wizards existed and that I was related, the daughter of those! Though I never thought that a witch should look so normal, even pretty or that a wizard would be so young.

"Listen, Rana, darling, mummy and daddy are sorry if you're frightened, but you've got to understand! There's nothing frightening or wrong with us. Aren't you a big girl?"

I nodded, because at that time, the most insulting thing I could ever be called would be a little baby. I was a BIG girl. I had got my own keys and even knew how to take a bus all by myself.
But expecting an 8 year old to be rational was just too much.

"Rana, we are gonna let you in on a secret, but you got to keep quiet, okay?"

I nodded. Wondering what I would hear.

Mom opened her mouth and started to tell me about everything. Dragons, werewolves, giants, the Statue of Secrecy, the Ministry of magic, Muggles, the schools, brooms, quidditch, the villages, the wands and everything else, while dad kept putting in little things that mom missed, constantly interrupting her, though she didn't seem to mind.

Even though I was at a state of schock at this massive, secret underground world, I just sucked in it all. I would never be able to repeat it all, word by word, but I remembered it all. When Mom finally finished, she looked at me expectantly, hoping that I would say something or ask something that would mean that I understood. What came out was: "If you're a witch and dad's a wizard, am I a witch too?" A smile came to my face.
"Can I do magic too?"

Mom looked at me, a little sad. The smile completely vanished.

"Sweety, I don't know how to tell you this, but.... We think you're a squib."

I slumped down in my chair again.

"What's a squib?"
"A squib is a child with at least one magical parent who hasn't any power. it's like the opposite of muggleborns, who doesn't have a magical parent but are still wizards or witches."

"Are there many squibs?" I asked, hoping that i would at least have friends that had it the same as me.
"No, it's kind of rare"

I stood up, hugged dad and mom and whispered into moms ear "I understand, mummy" and walked away to my room.

It's odd to find out that your parents have magical powers. Not frightening, not exciting, just odd. But what makes you feel uneasy is when you find out that you're a squib.

Aw. Väldigt sött och berörande. Ska du fortsätta skriva? :'3 I encourage it.

I woke up, yawned and tried to tangle out the knot in my hair.
Eyes barely open, I stared at my reflection.

Blond hair, green eyes, reasonably pretty, pale skin, full, pale pink lips and a small nose. I always described myself every morning. I'm probably, subconsciously repeating the positive things with my face to ignore the freckles and the small mole at the corner of my eye.

I turned around to see the clock. 7 o clock. That's when I remembered. Today is April the 29th. My birthday.
I skipped up from my bed, beaming. That's when I remembered that I'm eleven. Eleven years old, and no sign of magic. At all. I probably was a squib.

Careful not to wake my parents up, because who would want to celebrate the birthday of a simple squib, I walked down the stairs.
I was just about to go in to make some breakfast, when I heard a rustling of feathers. I turned around and saw a letter falling down the mail slot. I ran and picked up the letter, that bear the words:

Rana Everett
The smallest bedroom
1 Little Green
Richmond
London

My heart nearly stopped. This was unmistakably a letter from Hogwarts. Thousands of questions flooded into my head at once, but I ignored all of them. As I ripped the envelope open, one stubborn thought still clinged on. Should I tell mom and dad?

I sat down, trying to think it through.
What if mom and dad didn't want me to go?
What if they would owl Hogwarts and tell them about the mistake, that I was a squib, that I couldn't do magic?

I decided not to tell them.

I opened the window and whistled. An owl, probably the one who had given me the letter came soaring in through the window. It was beautiful, snow white.

I put her or him in the cage where mom and dad had piled up with food so that the tired or hungry owls could rest. As the owl gulped down bits of meat, I wrote a letter to Hogwarts.

I told them that "I would like a grownup from Hogwarts, preferably a game keeper to help me get the necessities for Hogwarts because my father is outside of the country in his job for the Department of International Magical Cooperation and my mother is in St Mungos after an accident and will probably not come back before winter holidays."

I sealed the envelope, tied the letter to the owls leg and hoped that they would believe such a far fetched lie. Just as I watched the owl fly away, mom and dad came down the stairs.

"Happy birthday, sweety" they said yawning.

Happy birthday to me indeed.

Jag är helt fast, jag hoppas att du skriver mer. I too encourage you.

Såå himla bra! Jag får tårar i ögonen när jag läser det här! ♥ it

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