Katie POV

Why… why must I wake up so early? You would think I would be used to waking up at five a.m. by now since I have been doing it for the past six months; sadly that is not that case.

As I begrudgingly got out of bed, and heard the sounds of New York City outside my window. The yelling of cab drivers and them honking their car horns made me smile. Oh New York City, how I love you.

I then thought about my dream that I had been torn away from. I thought about the eyes that were staring into my soul. They resembled snake eyes and just like a snakes' they made you shutter at the sight.

He was terrifying man, if you could call him that. He had a deathly pale complexion that was almost gray. He was completely bald and had slits for a nose. He called himself Lord Voldemort. He put the fear of God in me despite the fact that he was carrying a wand. I found it rather silly until I saw what he could do with it.

A flash of green light appeared out of the end of the wand and the person beside me fell to the ground. His face was emotionless and pale. I flinched at the sight and girl behind me screamed and that was all I saw. It was normally a rare occasion for me to have nightmares, but lately they were becoming worse and worse.

This was the third time she had dreamt about him this week. Each time there was something new to scare her even more. I moved the thought to the back of my mind at the sound of my door opening, "Katie, are you getting ready?"

"Yes, mom," I managed to grumble out as slumped over to the bathroom.

My mother smiled and looked at me with her bright green eyes that looked like emeralds. My mother had shoulder length brown hair that was almost always pulled up; she had naturally tan skin and was about 5'3".

Everyone always told me how much we looked alike. Our eyes were exactly alike. People said they were hypnotizing, well at least that's was Bobby Summers said at a party while trying to slip something in my drink.

Unlike my mom's short strait hair, mine is long with natural wavy, loose curls. I have her dark and complexion so people always though that she was my sister. I loved looking like my, but I wish I had something to remind me of my father. It was selfish of me I know, but I had nothing, nothing from him. She quickly snapped out of it by the sound of her mom's irritated voice.

"Katie? Katie Elizabeth Grey, are you listening to me?"

"Yeah, sorry mom," I mumbled, "still waking up." She smiled at me apologetically; she never liked to raise her voice.

"Don't forget to pick up dinner on your way home."

"I promise, love you!" She smiled, kissed and ran out the door to work

My mother worked two jobs, one as a bank teller and the other as a cashier at a twenty-four hour Walgreens. My mother has had to work at least two jobs since my father left her. It was right after I was born, but she never told me why.

Whenever I ask, the pain in her eyes is so unbearable I want to take her into my arms and tell her much I love her which makes feel even worse because she thinks that she is not being a good mother.

My friends always call me the mother of the group. I am always the one they come to when something is on their mind or if they need comforting.

I quickly got ready for work and ran out the door.

My daily routine began by going to the coffee shop just few blocks from my house. I relished the moment as I stood in the coffee shop smelling the bitter-sweet aroma of coffee.

I couldn't complete my day without a cup of coffee and you didn't want to be in my way beforehand. I don't mean to be grouchy; it's just in the morning… I'm a dead man walking.

As I stepped out of the warn coffee shop onto the cold New York streets, I took in a huge breath of air and proceeded on my journey.

I work as a waitress at a restaurant called Vitolli's; an Italian restaurant located in the Upper East Side of New York City. It was better than other jobs I've had, the pay was definitely better and since it was a popular restaurant a met a lot of famous people.

There was one thing I couldn't stand about my job, every Tuesdays and Thursdays a small group of stockbrokers' wives came in for lunch. They were so rude to everyone, even the customers, but my boss couldn't tell them to leave because they were our best customers.

It was true; they always came and spent a ton of money on expensive sea food and alcohol. Everyone hated them, especially their waiters, which coincidentally always happened to be me.

Everyone told me it was because I could bite my tongue and scream when it was over, but I knew it was because I was the newest employee. When I first started, the wives had been coming for two months. I, wanting to keep the job, hastily took their table.

I have never met people so rude in my entire life. All they did was snap their fingers and snicker about how the service was terrible, but I kept a smile on my face the whole time. Despite their constant bickering about how terrible of a waitress I am they left a surprisingly good tip.

My boss was impressed on how well I handled them so, if I dealt with them every week I got a raise.

Today happened to be a Tuesday. I was nudged in me side by the elbow of my friend Adriana, "The witches are here," she nodded towards the designer studded women sitting at their usual table.

"Here we go," with a deep sigh and fake smile I headed towards the table. When reached the table they seemed to be sizing me up. They didn't seem impressed but they weren't repulsed.

Then the Queen Bee spoke up, "Well you decided to do your hair today, that's first." They all laughed like little school girls, you wouldn't have known if you couldn't hear your voices, because of all the Botox and facelifts they had all received and I giggled think about what they would look like without it.

"I did it just for you!" I replied, not realizing how much sarcasm my voice contained when I said it. Damn, I hate it when I do that. Ever since I was little I have always been one to thrash back when insulted. It always got me in trouble, but it did come in handy in a fight.

"How dare you talk to me like that!" she squeaked, "Go get us some drinks," she snapped.

When I got to the kitchen everyone was clapping except my boss. He didn't look happy, "Katie, can I see for a moment?"

I gonna get it. "Look Sir, I am so sorry. I didn't mean to say that…" I would have said more if Mr. Vitolli didn't cut me off.

"You don't have to explain. If I were you I could have thrown a drink in her face a long time ago." I was completely shocked; he was the one who said we had to be nice to them, "I asked to speak with you because your mother called and said she needed you at home strait away."

"Is everything alright? Is her ok?" I was scared; my mom had never called me at work, let alone ask me to come home.

"Everything is fine it seems you have company,"

"Company, that's why she wants me to come home?"

"Well you have two weeks' worth of personal days, so I think I'll let it slide." I was still confused, but why argue about the day off? "Thank you, sir."

As I changed out of my work clothes and walked out the door, I heard I familiar voice call after me, "Excuse me! Where are our drinks? You were supposed to bring them fifteen minutes ago!"

"Don't worry they will be out soon," she turned to head out, but the woman persisted,

"Why are you leaving? Did you get fired? Figures with the terrible service, I'll make sure you never get a job again!"

I turned and gave the iciest glare I could conjure up and then one of the glasses on the table shattered. Everyone jumped and I ran out of the restaurant. Thoughts were racing through my mind but there was one that stuck out the most, Was that me?

I practically ran home, I could barely breath, not again, not again! The words were running through my mind like wild fire. I thought of every time something happened to me that I couldn't explain. It had been happening as long as I could remember. It normally happened when I was angry or scared.

It was like magic.

When I reached my apartment, I had completely forgotten about the company we were having, so I burst through the door and ran straight into the living room to find my mom sitting with an older man with a long grey beard.

"Katie, there you are!" my mother cried cheerfully, "I'd like you to meet Professor Albus Dumbledore." She pointed towards the man and he smiled with such warmth, it almost made me want to cry.

"Hello Katie," the man spoke in a proper English accent, "Your mother has told me so much about you."

"Uhh… Hi," I looked at him questioningly and then turned to my mother, "Mom, can I see you for a sec?"

"Of course, Sweetie; would you mind Professor?"

"No , by all means. You can call me Albus now, Heather. You aren't in school anymore." He smiled at us with warm eyes and then we went into the kitchen.

"Mom, it happened again?"

My mother looked confused, "What happened again? Why are you shaking?"

"The thing that I can't talk about with anyone else…" I looked at her encouragingly.

"Oh honey, you started your period when you were twelve."

"NO! IT'S NOT MY PERIOD, IT'S MAGIC!"

She looked at me straight into my eyes, "How did it happen? Why?"

"I don't know. One of the women at the restaurant said something to me and I kind of snapped…"

"Katie, I thought we talked about this, you have to control your emotions."

"I know mom, but I have spent months with these women for months now. Anyways, that's not the point. The glass just shattered! It was in the middle of the table, no one was even near it…"

There was a small knock on the kitchen door, "Sorry to interrupt but, I happened to be eavesdropping and this is probably a good time to tell you why I am here."

"Uhhh… I didn't…," I was terrified! Did he just hear everything I said? Oh my god, he heard my mom talk about my period.

"Don't worry Katie, you don't have to hide it. I know all about your gift."

"My what? What are you talking about?"

The professor looked at me mother questioningly, "You didn't tell her anything?"

My mother looked like a ball of emotions: sad, angry, guilty, and ashamed.

"Mom, what is he talking about? What didn't you tell me?" My heart was racing a hundred miles an hour. I couldn't breathe; what special gift? Was I freak?

My mom looked at me with tears in her eyes, "Katie, Albus, why don't we go in the living room."

"I'm a what?" I asked flabbergasted.

"I know it is a lot to take in, but it is a true gift."

"Stop saying that!" I screamed, it wasn't a gift, I was a freak. They looked at me with their eyes wide open. I suddenly felt horrible for yelling at him, he was just trying to make it easier.

"Sorry, it's just a lot to take in. I don't get it, why didn't you tell me?" I said it so softly I could barely hear it.

My mother's eyes were immediately filled with tears, "I know, I am so sorry," she sobbed, "I didn't want you to turn out like Me." There was a long pause, "I am a witch too, but I didn't tell you father that when I met him. I had completely given magic up, I didn't think it was necessary," regret filled her eyes, the eyes that were usually so loving and happy. It killed me to see her like that.

"When you were born, I knew you would be like me. Magic hadn't crossed my mind in a very long time and when I looked into your eyes I could tell you were going to be a powerful witch." Her voice trailed off and cried silently.

"Mom, it's okay, I just don't understand why you didn't tell me. What happened that was so bad?"

She looked up with her tear stricken face and took a deep breath, "I knew I had to tell you father. I figured he would understand, since we had been married for two years, but as soon as I told him he looked at me with disgust and fear. He got up and walked straight out of the room and never came back,"

At this point she was crying hysterically, then Professor Dumbledore patted her back and began to speak, "There, there Heather, we understand," it seemed like he was talking the words right out of my mouth.

"All that matters now is that Katie knows and she can begin her training,"

"My what, you didn't mention I would need training."

"Oh yes, there is a school for people like us. It is called Hogwarts, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry to be exact and it is in England"

"You have got to be kidding me, now there's a school?"

"Yes, it teaches you how to control your abilities. You will have to start in your first year"

"First year, what's that mean?"

"There are seven years, first, second, third and so on. You will have to start in your first year, even though you are sixteen."

"How old are the kids in their first year?"

"Eleven," he said plainly as if it didn't matter.

"Are you kidding me? I am not going to school with a bunch of eleven year olds."

"You will be able to socialize with kids you age, just not go to class with them."

"Is there any way that I can move up to sixth year?"

He looked amused, "There is a way, but it will take a lot of work. I don't think you would want to…,"

I didn't even let him finish his sentence, "I'll do it!"

He looked impressed, "Are you sure you want to do this?"

"Yes Sir, I mean Professor,"

He smiled brightly, "Well then, we should begin immediately."

"Wait, are you sure you want to do this?" my mother said abruptly.

"I well… I think so." I really hadn't thought about it much, I just figured I was going.

As I opened my mouth, but Dumbledore interrupted, "I didn't want to tell you this right away, but it seems as if I must."

He looked at me with heavy eyes, "As your mother stated, she knew you would be a powerful witch. She is correct. Your power is a blessing and a curse. It can be used for good, but also for evil. Which brings me to my point." He paused a moment looking at my mother.

"There is an evil growing and it going to keep growing if we don't stop it. This evil is in the form of a man. His name is Lord Voldemort," I froze, the man from my dreams, he was real. How could something so terrifying be real?

I must have been thinking for longer than I thought because they were both trying to get my attention, "Katie darling, are you ok?"

"Uhh, I don't know. This Lord Voldemort guy, does he have an uncanny resemblance to snake?"

Dumbledore looked worried, "Yes actually he does, how did you know that?"

"Well, I have been having these dreams lately, but I didn't think they meant anything."

They both looked at each other concerned, then my mother spoke, "Why didn't you tell me?" she sounded a little bit hurt.

"I didn't think it meant anything, what does it mean?"

Dumbledore glanced out the window and started again in a lower voice, "I am not sure, but I know that Voldemort wants you on his side. That is why I have come here. I think the only way to keep you safe is for you come to Hogwarts."

"Fine I want to come, but what about my mom, I saw what he can do and what will happen to her."

"I will be fine Katie; it is you we have to worry about. I can handle myself,"

"Your mother was quite the witch when she was younger; she graduated the top of her class." My mother blushed and the mood seemed to change immensely.

"Well if your mother agrees, would you like to come to Hogwarts?"

I thought for a moment weighing the possibilities, Well if I went I would be safe and I would be able to learn to be a witch. If I stayed I would be with my mother and things would go on as they were, but I would be putting her in danger staying her. I knew what I had to do but I wasn't sure about it, "I want to go."

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