enigmatic || potter

1.01 | the introductions

the introductions //
July 15, 1989

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Alexa was lost in her thoughts. She was so lost, in fact, that she didn't even notice someone in her bedroom. She was so lost in her thoughts, she didn't hear the man when he cleared his throat, patiently waiting. Alexa was so completely adrift in her own maze of thoughts, when she heard someone say, "Alexandra" calmly, she fell off her windowsill.

Crash!

All the books and loose papers perched on top of the chair next to her came plummeting down as Alexa went plunging to the floor. The small girl barely had time to register her surprise before everything that fell was put back in place, more neatly stacked and organized than it was before everything came tumbling to the floor.

Alexa took in the scene in front of her. A tall man stood in the doorway to her bedroom wearing midnight blue robes and a pointed hat, which nearly grazed the door frame. He had sparkling blue eyes and a crooked nose. The most startling detail of all was the fact his thin, withered hand was holding a magic wand.

"W-who are you?" Alexa stammered, surprised.

"My name is Albus Dumbledore," the man said swiftly. Alexa blinked, dumbfounded.

"Er... How can I help you, Mr. Dumbledore?" she said politely, because it's all she'd ever been taught, and regardless of the fact that there was a stranger in her room, dressed as a wizard, she thought she owed him some politeness. Niceties couldn't be forgotten, after all.

"Call me professor, dear," he smiled. Professor Dumbledore gave off a strange aura. One of power, and dignity, and the way he looked at her, so intensely, as if he could see right through her, made her feel like he always knew exactly what she was going to say before she even said it.

"You're a teacher?" she asked softly, the confusion evident on her face.

"Indeed. Well, Headmaster, actually- of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, but that's not what I am here to talk to you about today," he said dismissively. "I know you must have questions, but I am in an awful hurry and I have several questions for you before you can ask your own."

Alexa crinkled her eyebrows, growing even more confused with every word this bizarre man spoke.

"Your name is Alexandra Lily, yes?" he asked.

"Er... yes?" Alexa responded, almost sounding unsure of herself.

"And you were born on October the first, nineteen seventy-nine?" Dumbledore continued.

"How did you-"

"And you were brought here on November the second, nineteen eighty-one?"

"Y-yes," she stuttered, in shock.

"Do you know who your parents are?" he asked.

"No," she answered immediately.

"Do you remember who brought you here?"

Alexa thought for a minute, "No, but, Professor-"

"What do you know about magic?" Dumbledore cut her off.

"M-magic?" she stuttered. "It doesn't exist, but-"

"Ah, but it does, my dear. Magic runs through your veins; it gives you the ability to do what others deem impossible... Alexandra, have you ever had anything unusual happen to you, maybe when you were overcome with a strong emotion?"

She thought for a moment. "Yes," Alexa said quietly. "I woke up from a terrifying nightmare and everything was hovering in the air- even my bed. I screamed until someone woke up and came running, but by then, everything had set itself back in it's place. Nobody even believed me, but I swear it happened."