Recently I got back into the Harry Potter fandom, probably due to the fact I did a book review and analysis on the first Harry Potter for my college class. As I reread the book, I began to remember how shitty the Slytherin's were treated in narrative, especially with later contradictory information. Plus the fact we barely got to see any decent or at least neutral characters. So this story was born, along with another Harry Potter story featuring fem!Harry which will end up becoming extremely AU and will deal with the realistic effects of child abuse and neglect. I hope you all will enjoy the story. Sorry for any formatting and grammar/spelling issues, I usually write and multitask at the same time!

Usual disclaimer: I only own my OCs and future ideas that were not in the books. Everything else rightfully belongs J.K Rowling.

The warm July breeze flew through the leaves of the surrounding trees. Beneath one of the trees was a child of only ten years old, back against the tree in boredom. Floating in the palm of her hand were blades of dead grass following the movement of her fingers.

Yet, that is not where the child's focus was truly on. Instead, she kept her eyes on the door that led to the main lobby of the latest motel she and her mother were staying at.

The child was used to this nomadic life her mother brought her up in. Maggie never minded living like this, especially if it gave her neurotic and paranoid mother some peace of mind. Even if it was for a month or a year.

While in the beginning, she missed her friends from the many schools she transferred to, however as she got more used to the constant traveling she learned to keep to herself. After all, what's the point of making new friends when she will end up leaving eventually? Even if she stayed at one location for a bit, whether it be four months or two years, the end result is the same either way.

That fact of her reality didn't bother Maggie, she was always a solitary and introverted child in the first place.

What really got to Maggie was the eventual boredom that followed her. At first, it was non-existent. Despite the fact her overprotective mother restricted her to the motel room, her ability to do odd things that can only be called magic brought her entertainment. Especially with experimenting the limits it came with. When her mother caught her levitating a rubber ball like it was a yo-yo she found it surprising and amusing. However, as time went all and the more Maggie pushed her limits so did her mother's patience and her amusement grew into cautiousness.

Her mom was always a cautious and paranoid person, it was hard to hide that fact went she moved her and her daughter so much. When Maggie was five, she befriended a giant black dog that formed from the shadows (who she of course named Shadow) of her room. She thought it would've been a great idea to show her mom as in her mind, they finally had a dog. Instead of the joy of gaining a pet, it instead began the first of many mom's freak attacks and relentless paranoia. It also marked the caused the biggest move for the family to date, leaving the warmth of Italy to the gloom of Seattle in America. Leading back to the states for the first time since Maggie was an infant. The dog incident also led to Maggie's mother to forbid the use of what Maggie coined "magic tricks". Unbeknownst to her, Maggie ignored the rule and kept doing it anyway. Just not as frequent and on a much more minor scale. The moves since then got more frequent as it seemed Shadow somehow was able to always follow them.

Maggie quickly noticed the patterns of moves corresponding to the appearance of her dog friend and decided to hide his appearance as long as she could when he eventually popped up. Her amazing idea seemed to be working well, after all, they managed to stay in San Francisco for four years before ending up here. And Shadow wasn't even the reason they moved this time.

Maggie couldn't help but smile at the thought of San Francisco, the city was a nice change from the more rural and desolate areas they usually ended up at.

Her reminiscing was cut short when she saw her mom exited the main lobby, following the balding man up the stairs to the second floor of the motel. Maggie quickly stopped levitating the blades of grass right when her mom faced her. A feeling of guilt bubbled in her stomach as she barely made out her mother's tired complexion that seemed highlight by the pastiness of her skin. She hated seeing her mom look like that, she was only twenty-six yet at times she appears in her late thirties due to the stress she is in. It was Maggie's fault that they had to move so quickly, and the stress of the sudden change was clear to see on her mom's face. Maggie didn't mean to nearly burn down the school. All she wanted was the get hair-pulling Bobby in trouble and suspended. How was she supposed to know how quickly a fire could spread? She couldn't help but wonder if it was the magic she used that caused the move or just the fact she nearly destroyed government property.

"About time we got the room key," Maggie muttered to herself, as the warm wind whipped her dark strawberry blonde hair curls in her face.

With a sigh Maggie lifted herself off the ground, dusting the back of her legs while she was at in and readjusting her glasses. As she took in the sight of the dingy motel, she couldn't help but grimaced. The one back in San Francisco was better, she bemoaned internally as she started to trudge towards her new temporary home. She could do some magic to freak her mom out to the point they move again. As quickly as that thought crossed her mind she shook her head. Maggie quickly decided while it would be ideal for her to do that, her mother needed a break. Maggie's train of thought quickly halted as the hairs on her neck began to prick up. The feeling of eyes watching her caused her to halt all movement.

Quickly, Maggie turned around. Her eyes frantically surveying the area for any hint of movement. It didn't take her long to notice the odd man that seemed to blend in with the trees. There was something wrong about the man, yet Maggie didn't know how to place it.

Perhaps it was his eyes, that was a familiar shade of blue-green that mirrored her own. However, his seemed wrong. Like they were a doll's eyes, unfeeling. They seemed old too like they seen the world and more.

Perhaps it was his age. It was as if he looked like a man in his prime as well as an older souk at the same time.

Maybe it was his clothes, that seemed to be made of a fabric she had never seen before like they were fabricated from the night sky. His whole demeanor screamed unnatural, wild, and dangerous. But, no matter how long she observed the man, she was unable to truly point out what about him made her feel so uneasy.

Then he smiled, a smile that seemed so pretty, so unearthly that it drew Maggie in. She didn't even notice she was walking toward him, her hand stretching out to meet his, until a harsh grip on her shoulder brought her back to reality.

Maggie, startled and shocked, looked up and behind her to see her mom. Her mom whose pasty white skin somehow manage to appear a shade or two lighter, her grey eyes wide in fear before turning into glare filled with anger and hatred. Maggie allowed her mom to quickly drag her away from the unearthly man.

"Get in the car Maggie," her mother ordered, her voice cold and detached.

Maggie only nodded her end before running into the car. The last time her mom was like this was when she saw Shadow for the first time. She watched as her mom ran back into the lobby, tossing the key and some cash on the main desk before running back to the car. Her mother started the car and they were off once again.

Maggie couldn't help but noticed the man was now gone. Vanishing without a trace, leaving no trace that he had ever existed. And for some reason, she couldn't help but feel disappointed by that.

Edited: 2/19/19