Changed some of the errors about Catholocism, there's probably still mistakes, so I'm sorry for those.
Changed to go along with HBP.
Prologue
Kate Singleton knew what most normal eleven year olds should be doing on a Saturday afternoon. Hanging out with friends, or staring blankly at a television set. Normal eleven year olds wouldn't be caught dead at church, and they would never, under any circumstances, be cleaning out the oven as punishment for playing a joke on one of the priests. "Father Hanaday deserved it," Kate muttered, throwing another paper towel in the wastebasket.
"Are you almost done in here yet," one of the older girls, Mary Grace, asked. "Sister Kelley said that no one can eat lunch until your done, and we're hungry."
Kate rolled her eyes, Mary Grace couldn't think of anyone but herself. "I'm done now." Mary Grace's eyes lit up.
"Great," she put her arm around Kate's shoulders and led her out of the room. "What was it you did this time? And why?"
"It was just a stupid prank, doesn't matter."
"Of course it matters! No one but you is willing to do anything to the priests. The new nuns, of course, but Father Hanaday? No way."
Kate rolled her eyes. Mary Grace was just like all of the other girls over fourteen, they talked the talk, but when it came to acting, they wouldn't know what to do if God handed them an instruction manual. "He annoyed me during religion class."
Mary Grace stopped in her tracks, "Uh-oh, what did he say?"
"I'm not sure of the exact scripture, something about premarital 'relations' and illegitimate children. It wasn't very nice." Kate shrugged. "He was looking at me when he said it."
"You're not a bastard."
"You just don't get it, Gracie," Kate glared, "You have the luxury of knowing that your parents died in a car accident. Me? I was dropped here in a basinet with identification, and a bank account number for somewhere in England. You're the orphan, I'm most likely an unwanted blemish on some rich guys family tree."
"No, Kate, you don't get it." Mary Grace stalked off, presumably to eat lunch. Kate, though, all of the sudden, wasn't hungry. She went to the small room that she shared with three other girls. Our Lady Of Sorrows Catholic Church housed an orphanage, but the sisters did their best to keep it personal.
Kate sat on her bed and looked at the ceiling, maybe she was lucky and God was checking in on her. "I just want to know who I am," she told the ceiling, "I know I'm young, but I a few answers, or a clue, I'm willing to search." Something knocked on the window. Kate jumped. It was an owl, in broad daylight. "I home this is a sign," she muttered. She let the tired looking owl it. "Hm, that's strange." There was a fancy looking letter strapped to it's foot. On the outside it said:
Kate Singleton
Our Lady of Sorrows Catholic Church
Room 15, Bottom bunk #2
"Freaky," few letters were addressed in so much detail, or delivered by brown owls. Kate opened the letter.
HOGWARTS SCHOOL
of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY
WITCHCRAFT WIZARDRY
Dear Miss Singleton,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted
at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please
find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins September 1. We await your owl by no
later than July 31.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall,
Headmistress
"Hogwarts school of what craft and whatardry?" This had to be some kind of joke, a set up by one of the other girls. Witchcraft didn't exist. That meant this school had to be as phony as a three dollar bill.
"Well, Kathryn," said Sister Mary Angeline, the only nun who'd never called her Kate, "I knew you'd find out sometime. Let's feed that poor bird, I'm surprised she made it all the way from England. Then, we need to talk."
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