Amelia sat in silence, in the library reading a book. She had done something not entirely legal a few moments before- she had taken a book from the Prime Minister's special section and was taken aback at what it read. Surely the Minister wouldn't read such absurd fiction, it was filled with wizards and dragons and mermen. How insane was the Prime Minister? Amelia continued reading until she found a name. An oddly familiar name which she was certain she'd never heard before. Voldemort. She read the story of his crimes, his use of Dark magic and his followers. Death Eaters. She hummed to herself as she flipped the pages, one by one, and she finally saw a page on his abilities. Dark magic, usual magic, intelligent, power-hungry and the last one… Parseltongue. One who could speak to snakes. She nearly fainted.
Amelia didn't put the book back. She covered it with her jumper and walked out of the library, only to meet the darkness. She spotted a snake slithering along close to her but she sped away from it, the cursed creature. She ran and ran, until she didn't know where she was anymore. She wandered about, looking for some sign of the orphanage. She gave up after an hour and sat against a wall, letting a snake slither around her wrist as she fell asleep.
"Hardly ever cried as a baby, you know. And she's always been quite… odd."
"Is that so?" the strange man raised an eyebrow. The head of the orphanage looked around.
"She doesn't like people in general," she whispered. "She despises them actually. Doesn't like talking, prefers to read in the library across the street. But she didn't come back this time. We don't know where she went."
"Have you been looking for her?"
"Not really. In my honest opinion, good riddance."
"But I need to see her."
"She'll come back soon. In the meantime, would you like a cup of tea."
Amelia awoke, and thought. She decided the dream was real, at last and sprinted as fast as she could to the orphanage. The strange man was there, along with the head who glared at her. She didn't care. "So who the hell are you?" Amelia snapped.
"Don't be rude now, Amelia," the head said.
"I am Albus Dumbledore, and you are a witch," the man replied simply. Amelia didn't flinch at the word witch. She'd been called that many times.
"I'm not a witch," she said.
"But you are. Haven't you ever wondered why you were different?"
"Even other people who were different still hated me and called me a witch."
"I wish for you to attend a school. A school of magic." Amelia slammed her fist on the table.
"There's no such thing as magic," she hissed. "You're insane. Or perhaps you want me in an asylum. Yes, that would make sense."
"Amelia, you remind me of your father."
"Who was my father? If you tell me, I'll go to this so called school!"
"Your Father was Tom Marvolo Riddle, otherwise known as Voldemort."
"The Dark wizard." A statement, not a question. Dumbledore looked dumbfounded.
"How do you know?"
"I found a book."
"Alright. Well then you'll know everything about the wizarding world then."
"Yes. But I'm afraid I have no money."
"Never fear. There is a fund for students with no money and I believe you have access to Voldemort's vault." He handed her a bag of coins and an envelope. She took both hesitantly, and read. When she finished, she stared at Dumbledore. He smiled. "Welcome to the wizarding world, Amelia Riddle."