The smell of smoke was everywhere. The blaring of a smoke detector was all that could be heard. A young girl's eyes flew open to see smoke coming through the cracks of her closed bedroom door. Her mind hadn't even registered the situation before she was moving to open the bedroom window. It wasn't until the cool winter air of Tennessee that she registered what was happening. She balanced herself on the window ledge while she calculated how bad her injuries could be if she jumped to a nearby tree. It would be a painful fall if she didn't make, but she would still be alive. If she stayed inside her room, she'd probably die from smoke inhalation. The last thing on her mind was using magic to put out the fire, which could have been an option if she had know a spell to put out the fire.
Living was the only choice. Gathering all her courage, the girl jumped off the ledge toward the tree. It felt as though time had slowed around her until she reached the tree and everything came rushing back. The branch, not strong enough to hold her 115 pounds, that she landed on snapped sending her to the cold, hard ground below to land directly on her back. Pain shot up her body until her head came crashing down from the fall and everything faded away into black.
In what felt like a short period of time, there was pain everywhere. Her whole entire body was hurting. Her eyes opened to the bright lights of a hospital room. The sound of someone pacing was all she could hear. "She should have been awake by now… Why isn't she awake yet…" Someone was muttering probably to themselves inside the room. She turned her head slightly, but stopped due to the pain. A late 30s or so, woman was now standing by the bed with a look of worry.
"Oh Kali, you have everyone worried." The woman said, which confused Kali as she had moved to England years ago and hasn't contacted the family since.
In a hoarse voice, she asked the typical questions of someone who didn't remember a tragic incident to find out what had happened and where she was. "Where are my parents?" was the last question she needed to know at the moment. Her aunt looked as though she was trying to not cry and couldn't find the words to speak. From the doorway, someone with a long white hair and a matching beard spoke up. "They didn't suffer…" Before he could finish his sentence, the teenager broke into tears because she knew what that meant. Her parents were dead.
The person was none other than Hogwart's headmaster Albus Dumbledore. As her aunt now had custody of her, Kali would have to move to England. She had been attending Keaton Academy since the age of eleven after getting an acceptance letter similar to the ones Hogwarts students receive. Keaton Academy was an all girl school that taught young witches magic and about the wizarding world. She was home due to the winter break that they had in between semesters. Now, she would be attending Hogwarts as her aunt was a professor there and would be in Slytherin House as it was the equivalent to the house that she had been sorted into at Keaton. The only difference was the name, colors, students, etc. The beliefs and qualities were similar, but she would have no friends or anyone that she knew at the school in another country. Basically for Kali, it was an unwanted fresh start.