Stories are often written of the extraordinary. People who are destined for greatness before they could speak. People, who can move mountains, people who can fly. These are the people are history books tell us about. The extraordinary ones.

You will not find my name in any history book, for I am not extraordinary. I am just a ordinary girl who witnessed the extraordinary. Both from those who were destined to be extraordinary their whole lives, and from ordinary people who accomplished extraordinary things, without a word written of them. It is time they get the credit they deserve. This is my story.

Sincerely,

Raven. M. Prince.

Prologue

I couldn't take it anymore. Father must have drunk again. He hit me and called me squib yet again! He only talked that gibberish after drinking a lot. I didn't even know what that meant. But I was used to it. I was almost glad for the beating. If my father didn't hit me so often I would have began to feel like I was invisible.

If not for my mum I would have left years ago, I couldn't bare the idea of father turning his anger towards Mum. At least that's what I told myself. Despite her noble reasoning I knew that I was also afraid that my worst nightmare would be confirmed. Deep down I was afraid I would discover that I really was invisible. I knew that this was preposterous, but still, in my nine years I had hardly left the house at all. I was homeschooled and mum did all the shopping. Why was that? Could it be that my parents were always trying to keep some secret from me? On the few occasions that I had been permitted to leave home none of the people noticed me; they just walked past me like I wasn't there. If ever I gathered my courage enough to actually speak to one of the strangers, they would simply stare blankly at me and walk away.

"Raven!" came the gruff voice of father. "Get down here now!" I didn't budge. I had no desire to go downstairs to face father. I didn't like to admit it even to mum but I was terrified of my dad. I heard the thump thump thump of father's boots as he climbed the stairs to my bedroom. I felt my pulse quicken and I dove under the covers. I locked the door. He can't get in. I'll be fine. He can't get in. I'll be fine. I told myself. Dad's fist pounded on the door.

"Raven May Prince!" He hollered. "Open this door now!"

"No!" I squeaked desperately.

"I'm telling you, you pathetic squib, you have five seconds to open this door or so help me…"

"Richard!" screamed mum. "Stop it! She's a child!"

"Natalie!" Father snarled demonically. I heard a slap and my stomach dropped like led. Mum screamed. Father's fist pounded on my door again.

"Richard! The war is over! You have to stop obsessing!" Came mum's voice, surprisingly strong. "Raven is a child! You-know-who is not coming back and you have to accept that!"

"Voldemort will return Natalie! Harry Potter is just a boy, he means nothing! I could deal with that child myself if I had the chance! I could end him with the flick of my wand and I can deal with your squib just as easy!"

"How could you say that?" Mum shrieked. "Raven is our daughter!"

"Natalie, I…"

"Yes you did Richard! That's it! I'm done!"

"Yeah right."

"Richard I am serious! I am leaving and I am taking Raven with me!" at this I got up and tentatively cracked open the door.

"No you're not!"

"Yes I am Richard!"

"No you're not!"