I really hate it when it rains. However pretty it may be, everyone's thoughts are always the same. Apparently they've worn off on me after all these years. Everyone hates it because its so wet, and cold, and boring. I used to love the rain. Its magical. Well it used to seem that way. Until i came here. Ever since my "parents" died, nothing seems magical anymore. Don't get me wrong its not bad here, its actually quite nice compared to where i could be. But i never get the truth here. It always seems like they know something i don't. Like there keeping something very important from me. But every time i get close, the answer always dwendles away. One day i'll figure it out. One day i'll know the truth. One day i'll break through there well constructed walls. Walls always have cracks, i'll find a way. I'll figure them out.

This is my story. A story of a girl with a past, who is made to fit into the saga of a normal girl. JUst for now though. I can't do it forever. Something big is coming. Something huge. I can't tell you what, but its coming. And its going to shake the world as we know it. So this is my story, Maybe i should start at the begining, however boring that may be. Allow me one paragraph of explanation of how i came here. Its rather interesting. Even though i'm not supposed to know. They told me it was a dream. But i saw the fear in their eyes when they realized that i remembered everything. Down to the man with red eyes, the one with blonde hair, and the one with black hair. I remember them all. I watched them. But i'm getting to far ahead of myself. I need to go back. 13 years ago.

13 years ago, i was 5 years old. I saw it all happen. The man with red eyes that everyone feared came to our house. He broke in and got past mommy and daddy. He killed them both. Well i don't really know that. All i remember was green light from the end of his stick. Then they were dead. Daddy went first, he was trying to protect us. I was upstairs hidding. Mommy had my little brother and ran to his room. She knew that i was well hidden, they had prepared for this. I knew what to do. Stay hidden till i knew it was safe. She took my baby brother and tried to shield him. It wasn't supposed to happen this way. The plan wasn't supposed to backfire. We were all supposed to be safe. Mommy made sure. She told me! She told me we would be safe. But we weren't. He lied. The man with red eyes lied. He said i would be safe. Mommy misunderstood. She was killed. But my baby brother stopped him. Mommy told me how he would be able to. It was love she said. She told me that if she died to save him that he would be safe until he was 17. I trusted her. And she was right. He got rid of the man with red eyes. After that all the other men were confused and looked scared. I wanted to comfort them but i knew i couldn't. I wanted to get my baby brother, but i couldn't move. I knew i would be safe while the man with red eyes was alive, because only he knew. And my daddy and mommy of course. But these men might not know. I couldn't risk it. They left very quickly after that though. They went to hide. They were scared. Something about the Order coming. I didn't know but i do remember that mommy had mentioned it before. I always wanted to come but never could. I remember saying that when i grew up i would be in the Order rand mommy got really mad. She said never to say that. That the man with red eyes would know that i had said it and punish me. After the men in black left Mr Dumbledore came and got me and my baby brother. He sent him to live with our aunt and uncle. But he didn't quite know what to do with me. After Hagrid came to get my brother, Uncle Albus (Thats Mr. Dumbledore's real name) took me to a place he called an orphanage. They people were nice there. But it wasn't home. He said that when it was safe, they would come get me. And i'v been waiting ever since. 13 years and no one has come to get me. I don't know why. But i am safe here. I know i am. At least for now. Something is going to happen, something big. And i don't know what.

I can't believe after all these years I'm still here trying to figure out what's going on. And what i missed. I know there was some small detail that i missed that night. Some kind of clue that might help me know what happened. And what's going to happen. But i never find one. No matter how hard i try. Its always on rainy days that i remember what happened. Because it was raining that night. The last night i saw mommy. I miss her. But i miss my baby brother more. I know he is safe. Its just something i know. Uncle Albus is watching him. He told me he would be. I guess i have to trust him. He seems trustworthy. Mommy always trusted him. So i guess that i should too. You might find it odd that i still call her mommy, at 17 years old. But you must remember, i was 5 the last time i said her name. I don't want it to change. Maybe someday i will call her mom. But not yet. I'm still her baby. Scared, and hiding under daddy's cloak.

Rain always makes me think about magic. I know its there, but i can't see it anymore. Maybe rain is my special kind of magic. A gift from whoever is above reminding me that magic is there. And it will come for me one day. Just maybe its reminding me that its apart of me.