Snow Falls on Hogwarts: 1

The headmistress called John Snow. That his daughter was in trouble again. Sighing, he got into his car to pick up his daughter.

When he got to the school, he found his daughter, Regina, sitting in the headmistress's office. Her head was lowered, flushed. Her blonde hair hiding her wet blue eyes. John knew this was not good. It happened again. He hoped it wasn't as bad as elementary school.

Just as the headmistress was about to speak, he held up a hand, stopping the headmistress from telling him what Regina had done. He had this conversation before.

"No need to explain," John said. "I'm guessing you can no longer accommodate Regina. I will take her home. I apologize for what happened."

He took Regina's gloved hand, feeling the cold. They walked out of the school. John reminded himself to contact the Ministry of Magic. Erase the memories. It happened often...and they understood.

For Regina had a magic...it was considered rare. Dangerous.

The Snows sat in the car in silence. Regina looked out the window, watching frost glaze over.

"Dad," she said. "It was an accident. I swear."

"I know," he said. "I just want to know if you hurt anyone."

"No. They...did slip on the floor. But that's it."

John sighed with relief. It wasn't like the elementary school incident. He laughed.

"What happened this time, Gina?"

Regina blushed. She didn't want to tell him...it...happened. And right in the middle of gym class, her white shorts...red...it was too embarrassing.

"It's...a girl thing, Dad," she replied.

John took a moment to think...then understood. Oh! The joys of raising a daughter!

"Alright. I want to know what happened...you know..." he said.

Regina thought, remembering. She told him Petunia Evans, a girl in her class, pointed out the red on her shorts...everyone laughed. Then...the temperature dropped, the frost and ice streaked across the floor...everyone slipped. The entire room became white with ice...jagged shards of ice bloomed, the door nearly sealed shut.

"I...I couldn't control it..." she said, near tears. Frost began to spread on the windows. "I did what you told me to do...but...I was...scared."

John stopped the car, seeing the frost on the windshield. He pulled over, pressing the defrost button.

"Gina," he said. "Calm down. It happens."

"Dad, what am I supposed to do?" Regina cried desperately. Her freckled face streamed with tears, which froze on her cheeks. "I just want it to stop!"

Icicles began to form, the temperature dropped inside the car.

"Come," he said. "Let's get out here."

John turned off the car and opened the door. He led his daughter towards an isolated park. He looked around to see if there were no people.

"OK," he said. "Just...take off your gloves. Do what we always do."

Regina nodded. Grasping a finger of her pearly grey gloves, she took them off and tucked them in her pocket. She took a deep breath, then closed her eyes...John watched as thick frost and prickles of ice formed, streaking across the pavement; the basketball hoop froze completely.

"Good," he said. "Now, remember what we do next."

Regina thought of the happiest thing. John smiled as he watched light snow began to fall. She smiled upon seeing this.

"Feel better?"

She nodded. "Yea, Dad. I guess I'm not going back to school."

"Actually," he said. "This came today. I think this would be better...for you."

John held out a parchment envelope, showing Regina's name in emerald green ink. She looked at it curiously, then flipped the envelope to the back, seeing a red wax seal with a crest...it said:

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

"Dad," Regina said. "Where is this place?"

"It was where your Mom went to school, Gina," said John. "I think it'll be a great place for you. It'll help you with your magic."

"Really?" she said.

John nodded. "I was able to convince them...and you can start soon." After a beat, he held a box. "But first, you might need this."

Regina took the box, looking curiously. She opened it to see a wand with snowflakes carved into it.

"This was your mother's," John said. "She'd want you to have it."

Regina picked it up with a trembling hand, watching thick frost form on the wood. She put it back in the box quickly. She didn't want to ruin such a precious thing that belonged to her mother...the last memory of her. Well, sort of. She played with a diamond-encrusted snowflake with blue jewels on her neck.

"Alright, Dad," she said. "I'll go."