Disclaimer: All credit for Harry Potter and his world goes to J.K. Rowling. I only own the OC's.
Chapter 1:
To some, staring up at the night sky is calming; to others, it isn't. To one particular individual, the night sky with all its starry splendor is the most beautiful thing of all and just being able to see it has a calming effect like no other. This particular individual was a young girl of the age of ten with dark golden brown eyes and long dark brown, almost black hair that reached her hips, her skin was an olive-toned complexion that seemed to get plenty of sunshine. Her name? Nyxia Kitsune.
Nyxia was an only child as far as she knew, her parents long gone- dead, from what she's been told by Mrs. Vasenburg. Mrs. Vasenburg was a medium height, slim, sallow-faced, middle aged woman who never smiled. Indeed, it was almost as if she's forgotten how to smile. This ill-tempered woman ran the orphanage called St. Mary's Home for Orphaned Boys and Girls. Nyxia hated it. She didn't know why she was there or even when she came to be there, all she knew is that she's been there since she can remember.
Mrs. Vasenburg knew from the get-go that there was something strange about Nyxia Kitsune from the moment she set eyes on the child. It was a dreary, grey, cloudy day that promised rain; her favorite king of day. She was busily directing the cleaning of the meeting room; the only room parents who were looking to possible adopt one of these poor unfortunate young souls ever saw; while sipping a cup of unsweetened earl grey tea, when there was a sudden hammering at the door.
"Who the bloody-hell said you could pause?!" Mrs. Vasenburg snapped at the handful of boys and girls who were chosen to do the cleaning. They immediately jumped back to work while the orphanage director nodded smugly and went to the door.
In all honesty, what the sour woman saw when she opened the door with a falsely sweet "yes?" was nothing of what she'd ever expected to see. A disheveled man wearing a cloak that was muddy and torn with black hair hanging to his shoulders was standing on her doorstep with a one year old sleeping girl in his arms. There was a low growl of the thunder in the distance as Mrs. Vasenburg stood shocked in the doorway.
"Her name is Nyxia Kitsune." Was all the man said handing the girl to the startled woman then turning around and walking quickly away, as if he was on some important errand and this was simply one stop on the trip.
Mrs. Vasenburg finally snapped out of her stupor and looked up from the little girl to say something, a sneer on her face, to find the man gone and absolutely no trace left behind that he was even there except for the baby in her arms. A flash of lightning danced across the sky, closely followed by clap of thunder and the sky split open and began to cry as the child continued to sleep in the sour-faced woman's arms.
Nine years have passed since she was dropped off at St. Mary's by that strange man and Nyxia has grown tired of the nasty comments and looks, the ill-treatment, and the bullying that she receives from not only the sallow-faced Mrs. Vasenburg, but from the other children as well and most of the orphanage assistants. After a certain point she started fighting back, especially against the biggest bully of all the children in St. Mary's Home for Orphaned Boys and Girls, Curtis Oswell. Curtis, at one point, noticed that Nyxia was different, even when she was only three years old; she kept to herself and that nobody bothered to try and talk to her. Not that she minded even then, Nyxia preferred her solitude. But Curtis, being the bully that he was, realized that Nyxia; at five years of age; was the perfect victim of her solitude- no body would come to her rescue. After four years of being bullied by Curtis and few of the other kids, enough was enough and nine year old Nyxia put her foot down and fought back.
Mrs. Vasenburg didn't like it. Not one bit. In her mind, weird girl like Nyxia Kitsune deserved to be picked on and should have taken every bit of bullying quietly. When Nyxia started fighting back, the orphanage director moved her into isolated living quarters- the attic. The attic was completely empty and never used by anyone except by Nyxia anyways. When Mrs. Vasenburg exiled her to the attic, one of the assistants took pity on the girl and put a bed and some blankets and pillows in there as well as a chest for her belongings, as few as they were. Contrary to Mrs. Vasenburg's hopes and beliefs, making Nyxia move up to the tiny room of an attic and practically leaving her there was the best thing she ever did for the young girl. The attic was Nyxia's favorite place to hide to begin with, so she already knew the ups and downs of the small storage space, even found a few nooks and crannies in which to hide a few candles and matches and pens and pencils and notebooks.
The window at the far end of the room was the only actual source of light in the attic. It was large for an attic window and took up most of the wall in which it was set in. This window, amazingly enough, opened up and thanks to the wide window sill was the perfect place to sit and gaze at the sky thanks to the back tilt of the wall and the odd angle of the building. When Nyxia was moved to the attic, she discovered the night sky and that made everything all that much easier to bear.