Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Characters in this story, except Missy Mcra. There's bound to be a few others later on but Meh. Please don't sue me, it's not worth the time or money you would be putting into it.

The Taming of a Dragon

By Lioness Panthera


Prologue:

The day I went to stay with my friend Bev was a peculiar day indeed. I remember it quite clearly. It was awfully warm that September day and it really did feel like trouble was in the air. It was something I hadn't ever felt in my life or that I had thought I'd ever felt. At about eleven that night a man who never said his name came to the house I was spending the night at. He said my Mother and Grandmother had died just an hour earlier from a brutal fire. Everyone told me that the fire was an accident and that there had been nothing they could do to stop it. They also said that if I hadn't been away at a friends house I too would be dead. But I never believed them or at least not the part about it being an accident. My mother was a Wizard and was never that foolish to leave a gas fire on. After the accident the police had kept me away from my house, they didn't want me anywhere near the area for some odd reason. The funny thing is they didn't even look like American police when they'd came to my friend Bev's place to retrieve me. They spoke with funny English accents. This man named Author Weasley was the one who spoke to me most often, he never did tell me where he was from only that I was being sent away to the safest place on earth.

Well I think I've talked long enough and now I also think it's time I told you who I am before I continue with this story. So your not so confused. My name is Missourie Mcra but everyone just calls me Missy in fact that's what most of my papers are made out as Missy Mcra. I'm sixteen years old and have live over in America since I was about a year old. My mother was a Wizard, the only on in the family. My Grandmother was... what's that word again? Oh right now I remember Muggle. However she herself was very interested in the art, and so when I turned eleven my mother started to train the both of us as Wizards. That's one thing I don't think those people understand at all. They all speak to me as if I have no clue what they are were but after the second day of the Weasley questioning I had it figured out. They thought I didn't know what I was and I had no Wizardry talent what so ever. But that's a load of hogwash. I know what I am. I'd better continue. Sorry about that. Well after I figured out who they were I snuck out of the place they had been keeping me and made my way up to where my house was. It was really rather normal looking on the outside. My house that is. So I walked closer to and found that is wasn't really there. It was a bubble type of thing that on the outside make a house look normal. I walked through the front door and I mean right through and found my mothers beautiful china in pieces on the hard wood floor. The part of the stair case that lead up to second and third floor was missing so all that was there was twelves steps that lead to nowhere. I walked further into the house making my way to the kitchen where there was a coffee cup that still had my mother's lipstick on it, and a new paper that said. "Sirus Black spotted." I was going to travel further into the house when I heard the voice of Author Weasley coming up the back steps of the house, so I ran back to the place where I was kept like a caged animal, soon to find that I was on my way to Hogwarts School of Wizardry and Witchcraft.


My mother had left specific instructions of where I was to go if here or my Grandmother were unable to take care of me. She wrote in her will that I was to go to Albus Dumbledore and he would know what to do with me. It kind of made me feel weird hear my mother say 'He would know what to do with me.' but that wasn't the worst part. The ministry of magic had decided that I was to be given an identity so people wouldn't be curious as to who I was. They kept my name but when I went to the school I was to say I was a transfer student from another school, I can't every remember the name of it. They were afraid I wouldn't fit in at the school because I hadn't ever been at any school like this. My mother home schooled me, but they didn't even know that.