Dear Diary Journal Confidant,
There are some things I can't say about what's happened. Like who I saw, or why it was me they chose to take. I can't say these things out loud, for fear they will find me again. For fear they will come back, and take away the ones I love most again. So I was given advice to write it down, in a charmed journal, so that feelings won't build up into a volcanic eruption of fear, depression, and pain. I guess I should start out by introducing myself, by telling you who I am, so I don't feel like I'm getting the skeletons out of my closet for a complete stranger. My name is Brooklyn Cade Morrow, of Irish-American descent. From Charm City – although "charming" isn't the best word to describe my former neighborhood. But I went to a great school – I was a privileged kid. But then, my parents and I realized that I was different. It started in 2nd grade. After 2nd grade, it became a regular occurrence. So my parents took me out of school so other people wouldn't notice.
But other people noticed – they noticed my "talent." It's a shame that the bad guys found me before the good guys did. Maybe then my parents would have been ok, maybe then I wouldn't feel like such a fuck-up. The bad guys figured if they beat me down, I would do what they wanted. But they didn't realize that I've got the will of twenty. They didn't realize they'd have to go to extremes to get me to flinch. The only thing about them that shocked me was that they used magic. It was new to me; even though I was sure I had some form of it. They seemed to channel their magic through wands of some sort – but I channeled mine from my body. It's not like I had the time to think of that when I was in captivity. They were always watchful, always there, day and night. They would hurt me when I didn't do what they wanted. They almost had me, I have to admit. They almost broke me in.
When the good guys came for me, I was nothing but a shell. But they helped me, they founded a jewel amidst the broken glass, a flower buried deep in the rocks. They found who I was meant to be.
They explained everything I had been so desperate to know for so long: what I was, how I could change, who the people were that took me from my home, and where I could go to be safe. They told me that my "species" was very rare – I'm a Metamorphesis Psychiandus which means "Soul Shifter." I can basically change myself, physically that is, into anything. I can change into an animal, a creature, a human, and rarest of all the elements. They offered to teach me how to control my emotions, because the Death-Eaters (also known as the bad guys) had messed up everything I thought I knew, including my emotions and feelings. So begins my life at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, my new home.
With Love,
Brooklyn Cade Morrow