Hi Guys, so this is my new story. I hope you enjoy it, don't worry I will be keeping up with Raina (well as much as I do anyway); I just thought you might like to look at this one too. Please review it with any criticisms or any ideas on it, I'll love you lots for it. It's always great to receive reviews just to know that you do actually like what I'm writing and don't think it's terrible.

Walking through the hallways of the school she glanced around, everything was the same every day; it was always the same hell hole it always was.

It was miles away from home half way across the stupid country and yet it wasn't a boarding school, trust her parents to find somewhere that they could send her so they wouldn't have to see her all the time and yet still have to have her travel to school every day.

She'd spent most of her life living in a hotel so they wouldn't have to be near her, unable to bring themselves to completely get rid of her so they could focus on their other daughter, the most perfect precious thing in the world in their eyes, they simply sent her away to go to school so they didn't have to see her.

She'd lived in the hotel since she was 5 years old, the age when her parents realised that she wasn't like her sister and that they wanted nothing to do with her.

Born into a family of wizards and witches and believed to be a squib was hard, she had magic of course but it simply didn't manifest itself until she was 10.

By the time she realised she had magic it was too late for her to have a life with her parents, she had spent a summer with them and yet she would never be as perfect as Lucy.

After that summer she decided she didn't care that they didn't want her, that she wasn't going to subject herself to forcing herself to try to be what they wanted.

So when her Hogwarts letter arrived she was not surprised when her parents had sent a letter back saying that unlike her sister she wouldn't be attending.

That didn't stop her from learning magic though; her parents had unknowingly put her in a hotel owned by a wizard, Antonin Dolohov.

It was he who first noticed that she had magic, when he had been sitting in the lounge of his hotel waiting for someone she had been sitting watching TV.

When another child had snatched the remote and changed the channel, the owner had simply sat watched as every time the child tried to change the channel she would stare at the TV, blink and it would automatically change back to what she had been watching.

He had enquired after her and after being invited into her hotel suite had sat her down and explained to her that she was a witch, when she had told him of her parent's refusal to send her to Hogwarts he had taken it upon himself to teach her magic.

Now she was 17 years old, she continued to attend Muggle School, all the while still learning magic from him.

She had now perfected using magic without a wand despite the fact that Antonin had taken her to Ollivander's at the age of 11, she had a wand made of cypress 10 ½ inches with a dragon heartstring core.

He had immediately taken any wards put on it by the ministry so it couldn't be detected. She was able to do many complex spell and was practised in the art of wordless spells.

Antonin had become the father she never had and as he had become her father she had quickly filled the space of his daughter.

It was often commented on that if people didn't know that she wasn't his by her surname, no one would have been able to tell that they weren't related by blood.

Both of them had short dark hair, though hers was straight and cut in a pixie crop those his was more wavy, both had dark eyes though hers were a mutated dark violet whereas his were a dark brown.

She knew from the start that he was a deatheater; he had no wife and had taken to living in the hotel with her.

She could remember countless hours when she was younger when she had simply curled up next to him, stroking his dark mark as he would read to her.

As she grew up she knew what it stood for and that her surrogate father had done terrible things, but listening to it from his point of view was interesting.

Though she came from a light family she was not blinded by the light side having not been close to her family, through her surrogate father she learned the truth behind the dark movement.

She didn't agree with all the ideas of the movement but some, the muggle-borns brought the bigoted muggle views on things such as homosexuality and magical creatures.

Views that had no place in the wizarding world, muggles would turn on their own kind over petty things, introducing wizards into their society as was the plan of the light side was ignorant and naïve in her opinion.

She liked her dad's tattoo, it was a symbol that he wasn't afraid to stand up for what he believed in although she had managed to dampen his violent and sadistic side as the sweet child she had been.

She even had a replica dark mark tattoo; it sat on her back at her left shoulder. When her dad had returned to Voldemort's side when she was 14 he had refused to introduce her to him until she was of age.

She was due to meet him in the upcoming summer where hopefully she would be inducted into his ranks.

She was kept up to date on her family via the daily prophet; her old family was like the Malfoy's, old blood and therefore famous but so very firmly stuck in the light.

She enjoyed watching how different she had grown from her family, though she bore a striking resemblance to her father, she couldn't be more different from her mother and sister.

Both were striking golden blonde slender females with light blue eyes, the typical blonde Barbie girl who was always portrayed as the mean girl in films.

Her sister Lucy was exactly that stereotype; she was the perfect daddy's girl. Ears pierced in the lobe, the French manicure, update on all the new fashions, the exact girl her sister despised.

Unlike Lucy she refused to be the perfect Barbie girl, her dark hair was in a razor cut which hung straight around her face, the ends had been dip dyed so they were a bright red.

She'd managed to convince Antonin to cast a spell on her ears so they formed into points like an elf's. She had numerous piercings in her ears, and in her nose, tongue and navel.

Her dark mark also wasn't her only tattoo, she had the triquetra on the back of her neck, and she had a Celtic cross with an emerald centre on her right shoulder and bicep.

She had a tribal tattoo with small purple wings on her lower back, a blue rose against a tribal design on her right hip and a blue star with a chain and two smaller stars going up her left foot.

She had even changed her name, though it was technically official all her documents still held her original name of Loretta but no one except her family and documents called her Loretta.

Since she was 10 years old she had been called Lyric, a name Antonin had given her once he noticed how much she didn't like her family and any ties to that.