"Listen to my heart as well as your own. Remember, you are as much a part of me as I am a part of you. I love you, my precious darling."

Those were the last words my mother ever spoke to me. Even though I was only ten at the time, I can still hear those words. They sound as clear as the day she spoke them. Her last sentence still rings in my ears. I miss her and I'm not afraid to admit that.

My mother was the only person I had to look up to for the first years of my life. After she died I was sent to live with my uncle. I may only be related to him paternally but we both look an awful lot alike.

I have the same fiery brown hair. Our skin is the same ghost pale colour except mine has a tad bit more pink to it. Our eyes are probably the only major difference to the both of his. Uncle's eyes are a deep dark brown, almost black. My own pair of orbs is the colour of ice and fire. They may look ice blue on the edge, a dark ice blue, but they gradually become a dark deep fire burning red.

When I was younger, I was once picked on for having such coloured eyes. I remember my mother holding me close and whispering that it would be all right. She patted my back as soothed my inner most turmoil.

That's when she finally spoke to me about my eyes. She told me how they would come to be a symbol of my strength. She spoke of my father for the first time in years since his death. She told me how I was forged in an elemental roundelay.

The element of fire came into my being from my mother with traces of wind linking me to my ancestors of long before. The element of ice came from my long deceased father. He also brought another element into me, the element of kardia, better known as earth.

My uncle, my father's brother and best friend, is connected with the wind. He can never be in one place to long. A traveller, a reamer, a rogue, a nomad; that is he.

I too yearn to wander. To roam about on this planet and learn everything thrust my way. But there was the schooling.

Shortly after I had moved into my uncles' home, I received a letter. This was not an ordinary letter. This letter was an invitation to learn more about me, about the magic inside and how to use it. It was a letter from Hogwarts. The school of witchcraft and wizardry...and I was asked to come. But that was over five years ago. I am now ready for my sixth term at Hogwarts. I'm eager to get back into that enchanted castle and learn...

A/D: well? What about it? I've never written a story to a book before... I sure hope to Goo I don't fail this and that I can make something of myself with it. gratzi