AN - Hi guys HAPPY NEW YEAR! I'm starting a new story for the new year! My friend is writing a story about a sister of Hermione so I decided to do one too! There will be lots of tragedy romance and drama, I hope you enjoy Persephone's beautiful story! Pls review xx

The Prophecy Of The Princess

During the rise of darkest foe,

A child of nemesis formed long ago,

Shall rise above for the side of the light,

Champion what is just and right,

More powerful than any witch seen before,

Their power must be perfected before,

True Evil can manipulate

Instil feelings of doubt and self-hate,

For she is the Princess of all things Good and True,

Capable of feats no other could imagine

A goddess amongst mortal foe

Born 1980 to Snake and Lion...

Persephone Jewel Thornhart was alone in the world with no parents and no friends. Even though she went to Ilvermorny high school, there was no real magic in her life.

Persephone's hair was like a silver sheet, as smooth and shiny as an eternal mirror. It illuminated the porcelain gentleness of her skin, causing a near shimmer to reflect off the edge of her slightly pointed jawline which had been carved from delicate marble. Her eyes - shimmering emeralds amongst a jade sea, shining brightly like stars across a blanket of pure dark night - glimmered as she blinked quickly, taking in the beauty of the natural world paved out before her, crafted from a sky of unlimited dreams and wishes. Her long, dark silver lashes fluttered against her soft cheeks, a blush as pink as a new seashell scattered across them in a natural manner. Her rose petal lips were pursed as she took everything in, not pushed upward like a smile, as Persephone found she could never do that these days.

Persephone was really insecure about the way she looked because she didn't look like anyone else in her school so people stared at her all the time. She really wished she looked like other people, but it was futiler, she just didn't fit in no matter how hard she tried. She hated being different.

To make matters even worse looks wasn't even the only way Persephone didn't fit in. Everyone always called her a nerd because she always seemed to be top of the class. She found work comforting, her books never laughed at her, but her classmates said she was a teachers pet. Persephone's heart was lonely, calling out for the parents she had never known and the friends she wished for.

Today it was a rainy fall day. The sky outside was as gray as Persephone's life and she was leaving math class to go to her locker. Persephone walked through the hallways of Ilvermorny High School with her head down, covering her features with a curtain of long shiny silver hair. Her heart was heavy with dread. She never went looking for trouble, but trouble seemed to find her all the time. There were so many bullies at Ilvermorny, bullies who loved to laugh at Persephone for not fitting in and making her life a misery.

Today, Persephone walked through the halls, hoping really hard that no one would bother her today. Alas… she did not go without being taunted, as she took a step, someone stuck their leg in front of her. Persephone tripped and fell to the floor like a swan, her books flying everywhere. The students in the corridor turned to stare at her.

Slowly, Persephone raised her glowing emerald eyes to face her bullies. As usual, it was Cassie, Tessa and Ellie, they had bullied Persephone since first grade and were getting worse as they got older. Persephone rose to her feet, looking at them gazingly.

"Your hair is so weird you freak," said Cassie with a mean, piggy laugh, her fat rolls jiggling like freshly made jello pudding (not like Persephone was mean or anything about fat people as that was awful, but with Cassandra's triple chin it was hard to ignore her weight spilling over like too much dough forced into a far too small baking tin and anyway she was really mean first). "Like... who has silver hair!"

Tessa and Ellie giggled, exchanging a look as they smirked at one another, eyes reflecting their cruel delight like a deadly serpent who'd just happened upon an innocent field mouse, quivering with helpless terror at the impending threat.
Persephone looked up bravely, jade eyes burning with a furious passion. Today she would stand up for herself. She was sick of Cassie, Tess and Ellie pushing her around for no good reason! "I do! And my hair is what makes me different and that's Ok! You guys are just bullies!"

"Ha ha ha!" Laughed Ellie, running a hand through her bleached blonde hair, pushing it back over her shoulder in a ripple of molten lemon waves; sapphire eyes twinkling with pleasure at seeing the poor innocent trying her best not to collapse under the weight of their horrible remarks. "Being different is not okay you loser! And we arent bullies we just tell it like it is!"

"You just can't handle the truth, CELL PHONE!" Sneered Tessa, folding her arms over her chest as those piercing grey eyes bore down upon Persephone. Her bronzed tan made her look like some threatening amazonian warrior whenever she turned upon someone and only the truly brave would have ever spoken back to someone as truly frightening as Tessa. She took a step forwards, wild black hair falling around her rounded face, cheeks glowing with bright red happiness at the poor girl's obvious pain.

"Don't call me that!" Shouted Persephone, finally losing it. Tears sprang into her shining emerald eyes and her silver hair flew back in a glorious halo. "My name is Persephone!"
"Haha, yeah right. What a stupid name!" Said Cassie.
"My MOM chose that name!" Persephone said, her voice shaking with anger and melancholy. "My mom chose that name, and now she's dead! Don't you dare guys!"

"So!?" Ellie replied with an eye roll. "Tonnes of people here at Ilvermorny have dead parents you little freakshow! Why the hell does that make you special?"

"I don't think I'm special!" Persephone retorted with horror lacing her voice like a thick, traumatized shroud.

"Haha, yeah right." Tessa cut in as she coiled like a cobra waiting to strike. "All you ever do is wander around with your dumb silver hair and cry to yourself! Everyone knows people like you think being an orphan means you deserve special treatment when really you're just a pathetic nutcase who can't get over her parents not being around!"

Persephone desperately tried to contain her anger!

She'd gotten in trouble loads of times before when she got really, really upset and had lashed out at bullies with her powers. She didn't mean to lose control. But it always ended up happening anyways. Her power was just too much, no matter how hard she tried to contain it with her endless hours devoted to studying; more so than any other student in her year group. She was fated for tragedy and torment, even when it wasn't her fault!

So, instead or proving them all wrong by pulling out her wand and casting a spell, she simply turned and ran, trying to ignore the laughter ringing out behind her. From Tessa's delighted cackling to Ellie's malicious shrieks to Cassandra's loud snorts. She'd have to let them win today if she didn't want to get herself expelled!

Persephone sat by the river at sunset. She didn't want to go home yet, where she was more alone than ever. By the river was the only place she felt totally safe. Among the nature she could truly be herself. The beautiful birds and the philanthropic trees and the river didn't judge her for her looks or for not fitting in, in fact they seemed to like her for it and she liked them back. She knew most girls her age weren't interested in being outside and were more interested in makeup and boys but Persephone wasn't like them, she was different.

Persephone watched the flowing dark-indigo water and sighed achingly with the spirits of the forest. She missed her parents so much when she was by the river, she felt like their spirits flowed along with the water, watching over her tragic life with love and sorrow.

Her parents had been killed by death eaters when she was two. She knew it wasn't normal to be able to remember so much about them when she'd been so little but she couldn't repress those memories. All she could enivsion when she dreamed was her mom's smile or her dad's bright jade eyes. They always looked down on her with love and support, making her feel happier and safer than anything ever had.

Her mom and dad had been a great witch and wizard, everyone said so, it was part of the reason that Persephone never fitted in at school that her parents had been so well known. But there was a mystery. The death eater that had killed her amazing parents had tried to kill her…..but they had failed. They had tried to use the killing spell on Persephone but nothing had happened...she remembered it clearly. There were some words, and a flash of red light coming right towards her, but when they hit, nothing happened. No one had ever understood how she had survived and neither had Persephone herself. It was all so confusing. She missed her parents so so much and sometimes even though she had survived….she wished she hadn't.

Persephone stared over the swirling water, flowing like the crystal tears down her ivory cheeks. Her lonely heart ached within her chest. "If only..." she sighed like the gentle breeze. "If only there was somewhere I belonged…"

Suddenly, there was a puff of smoke! Persephone looked up, her long silver locks flowing in the wind. "Whose there?" She asked.

"Andrew Coma, your head teacher!" Said a voice. It was as loud as the heavens. Then the smoke cleared and revealed Persephone's head teacher, but he didn't look normal! Normally Mr Coma had glasses and gray hair, but now he had blood red spiky hair and no glasses, and he was wearing a midnight black dead pegasus jacket that was really cool. He was shrouded by a dark aura of mystery and glamour. Persephone's heart beat faster with surprise and awe.

"Mr Coma?" She gasped, quickly drying her opaque tears. "But what are you doing here?"
"I must talk to you Persephone." He said, bowing deeply before her. "I heard your sadness...it is time I told you what you must know."
"What do I need to know, Mr Coma?" Persephone asked, her bright green eyes as wide as stars.

"I have to reveal a much important truth to you Persephone," said Mr Coma gravely.

"Please tell me!" Said Persephone desperately.

"Very well," said Mr Coma. "Persephone, I know you think you are an orphan..."
"I don't THINK I'm an orphan!" Persephone cried. "I am an orphan. My parents were killed by death eaters."

"No they weren't." Mr Coma sighed. "Persephone, I must tell you... You are not the true daughter of Jewel Thornhart and Lucian Thornhart."
"What!" She gasped in disbelief and shoick. "Of course I was!"
"No. You weren't." Mr Coma sighed like the howling wind. "They took you and they loved you like you were their own daughter. But they were not your real parents, Persephone."
"But…" Persephone whispered. "If they are not my parents….who are?"
Mr Coma looked at her with his haunting black eyes. "Your parents live in England. They are called…..Mr and Mrs Granger. They have a daughter called Hermione Granger, she is your sister."
"I have a sister?" She gasped. It was all so much to take in!

Mr Coma nodded wisely and ran his hand through his scarlet hair.
"You have had a hard life Persephone, but it has made you strong. And now is the time for you to join your true family. Now is the time….to find where you truly belong."