Never before have I known love, I never had a friend, I lived alone in a big mansion, a family fostering me until I could finally leave them. I stayed with the house elves, never knowing a bed, I served the family as they bid me to, I did it all with a smile and then I would come to my corner every night and cry.
I was three when it happened, the fire at my home. It killed everyone in my family, all save me. No one knows how I survived, but I have dreams some nights about it. All I can see is smoke and then a huge scruffy brown dog takes me out of my room and far away from the house, she leaves me and goes back into the house, but she never returns. I wake up sweating and breathing hard. I can remember that dog, she belonged to my family, scooter, she was always with me, I can remember. Always with us on the family outings, and there for us in the last few minutes that remained of us as a family.
The firemen had arrived to late to save the house, it was destroyed and now a smothering pile of ashes. I cried by the weeping willow in our front yard. I cried for the lost love, my family, and the dog. The fireman took me away from my house and I was taken to the station, a woman cleaned me up and dressed me, she sung me to sleep and when I woke up I was somewhere I knew, a house I had played in all the time. The lady of the house came into my room and gave me some juice. I fell back to sleep and they days passed slowly.
Once I had stopped crying constantly I was given to the house elves for them to take care of me, and made to live and work like them. By the time I was ten I was living a miserable life and wishing I had my family back and that dog I dreamed of so often. My birthdays were never celebrated, save for one, my eleventh. I got a cookie, I never understood why this was, but I accepted it gratefully, my first treat in years.
One evening I was called into the parlor. I went grudgingly, knowing I would have to do something awful. I opened the door and poked my head inside.
"Come in Olivia." the man of the house said with a slick voice. I walked in, my eyes passing from his to the Lady's and then lastly to his son's eyes. He smiled lightly at me, he smiled out of pity, I glared at him.
I was finally standing in front of the mans chair, nervous at what might happen to me, I twirled my greasy, dirty hair in my finger and rubbed my left hand off on my soot covered apron, making it all the more dirty, and not cleaning it as was my intention.
"A letter came for you." he said kindly.
"A letter? For me?" I asked him stunned, not believing him.
"Yes, here." he handed it to me and I took it greedily, I plopped myself onto the floor, not caring that I would have to clean it up later from the dirt that would now be there. I ripped open the letter and stumbled through reading it. I looked up at them once I was done. They were smiling at me kindly.
"What does it mean?" I asked standing and handing the letter back to him.
"You are going to hogwarts." he said simply.
"I have to go?"
"Don't you want to?" he asked furrowing his brow.
"I don't know. What is it?"
"A wizarding school."
"That means I'm a witch then doesn't it?" I asked unsure of this whole thing.
"Indeed that is what it means." the Lady said standing and coming over to me.
"Wow... thats nifty." I said filled with glee now.
"Yes, we will take you shopping tomorrow." she said smiling at me.
"Shopping?" I was in awe, they had never taken me shopping before, this would be a new experience for me.
"Yes, now come, you need a bath dear." she grabbed my hand and walked me out of the room and up to the bathroom, her bathroom, it was pretty and pink. A fluffy carpet under my bare, dirty feet. She took off my clothes and the cloth around my head, she turned on the water and put me in the tub. Years of dirt were washed off of me, and my honey brown hair was finally seen. My skin was pale, paler than I had remembered it, but that was from years of remaining inside. I was frail, each of my ribs could be seen and my backbone was clearly there too. The lady frowned at how thin I was, but she said nothing and put wonderful smelling soaps on me. She wrapped me in a towel and walked me out into her room.
She dressed me in pajamas and walked me down the hall to a purple room. "Wow" I gasped, I had never seen this room before.
"It was for my daughter, but she died in childbirth." she said softly walking us over to the huge bed in the middle of the room. I didn't say anything, I had never known and I didn't feel right saying anything so I just nodded. We sat down and she talked to me for a while, I didn't really say anything to her, but I was just grateful for a human's company for once. I laid down on the fluffy pillows and fell asleep waiting for the morning.