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Danelyn Riley Riddle was peculiar sort of girl. Growing up she never quite seemed to fit in with any of the other children in the foster homes she was so often shipped to. No one really understood where she had come from, since she had been in the care of multiple orphanages and later, foster homes since she was no more than 2 years old, and had remained there until around the age of thirteen when a mysterious letter had arrived at her current home by way of owl.
Danelyn would never forget that day. The way Mrs. Felch (whom Danelyn refused to ever consider thinking of as a mother-figure) had screeched at the top of her lungs upon seeing the large, barn owl sitting on the kitchen table that morning. Danelyn had rushed down to the aid of Mrs. Felch, along with the other 12 foster children who she had promptly upon learning them, forgotten all of their names, since for Danelyn every foster family was exactly the same, she would arrive, stay a few weeks, and promptly be thrown out and sent to live somewhere else. As all of the children attempted to squeeze into the tiny kitchen, Danelyn had stayed behind, as she was not wishing to have another anxiety attack from once again being herded into to small of an area with the filth she was expected to treat as "siblings". Danelyn had only momentarily returned from her thoughts of the disgusting beings crowded in front of her, when she noticed that she was swiftly being shoved forward by 2 of her rather burly "brothers". Upon reaching the front of the crowd she noticed Mrs. Felch, pointing a rather shaky finger at the owl who was now coking its head slyly to the side as it studied Danelyn, then swiftly flying forward to land on her shoulder and drop the letter in her startled hands, before flying quickly out the window. Danelyn looked down at the letter and noticed with a start that it was addressed to her.
That had been two weeks ago, and now as she layed in the sleeping bag on the floor of the tent in the backyard, that was expected to house all twelve of the children, she pulled out the letter again to reread it and make sure that it was not a dream.
Dear Miss Danelyn Riley Riddle,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Although our students usually begin their training at the age of eleven, we believe that with some remedial classes you should be able to start off the year in your fourth year as you would be had you began school on time. We apologize profoundly for not accepting you in on time, as it was incredibly difficult to track you down, and only now have we first caught wind of where you are currently living at this time.
Your Aunt Narcissa Malfoy, and her husband Lucious will be arriving at noon on the 19th of August to pick you up. As they are your only free-living relatives left they will be assuming full guardianship of you until you reach adulthood on your seventeenth birthday. It is with much faith that I am trusting them to better explain the current situation.
Wishing you are well,
Albus Purcival Wuldric Brian Dumbledore
Headmaster
That night Danelyn barely slept as the next day was the nineteenth of August. For the first time in her life Danelyn actually felt excited and a small amount of what she guessed to be hope.
**Sorry it's so short; I promise to upload another chapter or two later; but for now, your feedback is much appreciated**