Naisha’s POV
previously
The train ride continued and then I saw a person standing there. Old looking had very big white beard and hair till his waist, half-moon spectacles, wearing odd looking robes with moon and stars pattern and having a warm smile on his face. Wait, am I dreaming again or is Dumbledore really here?

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I thought that I might need to see a doctor, those books were seriously getting to me. But then again my suspicions were solved by my sister. She gasped every time she saw something new and she gasped seeing Dumbledore. Was my sister also going crazy? No, that can’t be. She doesn’t know anything about Harry Potter. When I turned around, no one else was watching Dumbledore, it was like he didn’t exist, or at least not to them.
I was staring at him with shocked expression and he was staring at me with a calm smile. Very Dumbledore like. Soon, he was out of sight and the ride was over.
After coming outside, I went to many other rides with my family and nothing much unusual happened. But I swear I caught the sight of Dumbledore once or twice.
It was 6 o’clock in the evening and we were here for 4 hours now. We were having snacks and suddenely, a mug of warm tea slipped from my mother’s hand and was about to fall on me. I closed my eyes and shielded my face with my hands, fear running through my veins, but the tea never dropped on me. Instead, I heard a crash and a little scream. I opened my eyes to see that the tea was on the floor and mug was shattered. The one who screamed was my mother, just simply because she had dropped the mug.
Now that was weird. I saw it with my eyes that mug of tea was about to crash on my head. I stood up from our table and excused myself to go to the washroom. On my way, I saw a strangely familiar boy with platinum blonde hair and grey eyes which were staring in my brown ones. He gave me a strange look and was about to say something but decided against it and went away. I tried hard to recognize him but I couldn’t. Maybe he was someone from my school.
When I reached the washroom, I again couldn’t believe my eyes. I saw blue eyes which belonged to none other than Albus Dumbledore. Oh god, what’s happening? But instead of disappearing again, he talked to me.
“Evening, Naisha Potter.” He began in his usually calm voice “And also congratulations, I might add.”
Congratulations? For what? And as if he read my mind, he answered.
“Congratulations on your first accidental magic.”
“Wh-what?” was all I could say.
“You are a witch, Miss Potter.”
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