Disclaimer: JKrowling

Disclaimer: JKrowling

It was cold, dark, and gloomy. This is where our story will take off. The clouds drew a perfect alignment to the orphanage at the end of the road. Little did this little 8 year old know- this was the house, HIShouse, You-Know-Who's house. Let me really begin.

"Here we are, Miss. Would ya like me to get yer bags for ye?" the cab driver said.

"No, sir. Thanks." Replied the girl in the backseat.

"Well, at least let me walk ye down there. It's really dark. Not very safe fer such a pretty little girl like ye, now is it?"

"No sir. I'll be fine. Thank you though."

"Aw well then. Out ye go!" He checked to make sure she was out of the car, and then drove off.

There she stood- at the end of the road, staring at the orphanage, where her wicked stepmother sent her. She started walking, clutching each of her brown suitcases in her two little hands. She's 8 years old, like I said. She had shoulder-length straight and beautiful brown hair pulled back half way and tied up with a green ribbon. She was wearing a knee-length gray and white plaid dress, with olive tights. She was a very nice little girl who was always searching for adventure. This one girl's name is Enya Mona.

She comes from a very wealthy family, but when her mother died her father remarried to a 'not so nice' woman. She just said 'yes' because of the money. Enya knew all of this, but it never really bothered her until now.

She finally got up to the orphanage and knocked. The giant double doors opened, revealing a very proper, gray-haired, old lady. "Yes, yes… what do you want?!" She said, staring down Enya. From her point of view she thought of her as a bitter, cold, short-tempered, one of those I-Want-To-Be-Alone-Now kind of child.

"My name is Enya Mona, I am 8 years old, and I have been sent here by my step mother, Mara." Enya squeaked.

"Did you say that your last name was Mona?" Enya nodded. "Well then! Come on in! Oh do come in little Enya! Would you like any water, deary?" The lady said.

"Um… yes please. With ice." Enya said, being polite.

"Of course! LIVLIA!" A 16 girl came automatically running down the stairs, nearly tripping. She was about to speak when Mrs. Quelia interrupted her. "Get little Miss Mona some water with ice. That's it! Run along now." Mrs. Quelia turned back around to Enya. "Dear, this will now be your home, so do make yourself… at home." Little Miss Mona then took a seat in a very comfy satin chair, and relaxed. That drive had been very uncomfortable.

"One water for Miss Mon-" Livlia started.

"Ah! Here is your water miss." Mrs. Quelia said cutting her off.

"Thank you, Livlia." Enya said.

"Your welcome, Miss." And with that the poor maid started off, but again, Mrs. Quelia stopped her.

"LIVLIA! Come back here!" she rolled her eyes then turned around.

"Yes madam?"

"You are to wait on Enya Mona from now on. Alright?!"

"Yes Madam."

"Good. No one else! ONLY Enya. All the other children will be fine with the other housekeepers. Well then, I'm off." Mrs. Quelia left. Somebody really wants a good review from little Enya, huh? Livlia and Enya had a little awkward silence before anyone said anything.

"So, Livlia, what is it like here? I don't see a lot of other kids."

"Well, there are kids here. Abundance I should say. Luckily for you, and for me, they are gone to an adoption drive. And if this is really our day, most of them will be adopted." Livlia gave a wink, and Enya giggled. "It can get very noisy, so if you usually get headaches a lot, then you're in for a treat. Do you?"

"No. And now I'm so glad that I don't!" And she smiled.

"Me too! Working here can be so hard. You get called around for loads of things. Mrs. Quelia really knows your weakness, and will hold it over you."

"Livlia, what is your weakness?"

"Well… I hate being told what to do, only if I get shouted at or they repeat it over and over again." Enya started laughing, and Livlia had an extremely nonplus look on her face. "What is so funny?"

"You are! You hate being told what to do, so do I, but you are a maid! Shouldn't you be used to that?!"

"Yes, and no. I'm Mrs. Quelia's daughter. I had no choice. I don't get paid either. Which is a downer, because I really want to get myself something nice at the market. I'm sure that is easy for you since your family is awfully rich!"

"Yes! My family is rich… but I'm not. My mother took away most of our money and spent it on gowns. I really don't like her."

"She doesn't seem very nice. Do you remember your real mother?"

"No, not really. She left when I was 4. I remember that my dad said that we look just a like. But then he went off and married that other lady saying that she looked just like my mother, but she doesn't look anything like me. So I officially convened myself that he had gone insane." Enya looked at her water and took a sip… and then refused to look at Livlia's face.

Livlia thought long and hard about what she could say. She got it! She opened her mouth, but something completely different came out, making Enya feel bereaved. "How did your mother, leave?" And Livlia knew she had done it now. Enya started bawling her eyes out, and Livlia sat down next to her and put her arm around Enya and said, "I'm sorry. That was the wrong thing to say. I'm sorry. Please do stop crying." She rocked Enya for a little while till she calmed down. She took a long and deep breath and said,

"My mom was killed. When I was being 'naughty' and disrespectful towards my step mother, she slapped me and screamed, 'Nothing you can do now, you worthless child! I killed her and there's nothing that you can ever do that will change that!' I never forgot those words. She said the to me the day that she decided to send me here."

Livlia stared at her. So taken aback that she started crying a little bit too. Enya stared at the maid and said, "I'm fine, Livlia. Really I just think that I want to go to bed. Could you show me too my room?"

Livlia took out a handkerchief and blew her nose. "Of course."