((AN: Hi, so, I'm branching out a bit from my norm. For those who don't know me, I have co-written and written several Fantastic Four stories with a friend who wanted to post them up but didn't have an account. Well now, out of a sheer lightning to the brain idea I have written this prologue in hopes someone will like it. Please do review and tell me what you think. I know it's a little vague, but everything will be revealed in time, if people like it...enjoy.))

Prologue

I had learned at a young age that I was different. I had jet black hair, extremely pale skin and ruby red eyes. Not something every child in the world sported. This is when my life changed. For better or worse, I don't know.

I sat on my orphanage bed and stared out into the dreary English weather outside my window. I had just turned eleven. Even at only eleven years old I was very wise. I knew when not to speak; it was almost all the time. I knew when not to be seen, always. I wasn't wanted where I was living and I knew it.

I turned my head slowly to the door as it opened without a knock. Mrs. Denver walked in, her thin lips were pursed tightly and in her pudgy hands she clutched a parchment letter. I couldn't see much of the writing though I could tell it was very ornate.

"Tabitha, it's for you, from some school." She said in her normal thick Scottish accent. She walked over quickly dropped the letter on my bed and moved quickly from the room, slamming the door, intentionally or not, behind her.

I picked up the heavy envelope and read the calligraphic lettering.

Tabitha Morgana Ruben. Room 9. Little Yorkshire Orphanage.

1783 Cherry Grove Lane. Chestnut Ridge. Yorkshire, England.

'That's odd…' I thought, turning the letter over to see it sealed with wax. I pried it open and pulled out several more sheets of parchment. The first was an introductory letter. I read it out loud to myself.

"Dear Tabitha, we are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted as a student at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."

I read the first line over and over. That couldn't be possible, it would explain a lot of things but it had to be a hoax. I felt my lips turn down to a frown and without reading the rest of the letter, I threw it all into the trash bin in the corner of my room and walked out at the dinner bell.

Two weeks later, a woman came to the orphanage, looking for someone. This meant that all of us had to put on our best clothes and look nice, and hoped we would get adopted. She joined us for dinner.

"Children, this is Mrs. Hermione Weasley, and she's here to find someone very special." Ms. Denver started clapping, forcing us to join in. I just stared at the woman. She had a sort of frumpy look around her; she couldn't be more than thirty. Her brown hair reminded me of a bush, but her eyes are what enthralled me the most.

She peered down at us, seeming to search our faces and looking deep into our beings. She looked at though she had been though more than I could even think of. When her eyes landed on me, a smile tugged at her lips as our eyes met. She leaned over to Ms. Denver and gestured in my direction. The look on the pudgy woman's face was of pure shock, as she nodded.

After dinner, Ms. Denver led Hermione Weasley to my room and left her there. She looked around for a moment, before spying the letter in my wastebasket. She smiled and picked it up.

"What's this?" She asked me, looking down at me with those knowing eyes.

"A letter. Someone was trying to be mean." I said softly, wondering why she wanted to know.

"I remember when I got this letter myself. I had just turned eleven that year and during the summer, I got this unbelievable letter from a school that said they taught magic. At first I thought that is was pure hogwash. But later I learned, it was real, and I was a witch." Hermione said, handing me the letter. I just stared at her like she was crazy.

"Are you nuts?" I asked her softly, moving away slightly.

"No…could I do this if magic wasn't real…?" She pulled out a stick from her pocket and pointed at my waste basket. She mumbled something in some foreign language and suddenly my waste basket had grown legs and was walking around.

I let out a yelp and pulled my legs away from the floor, "Bloody hell! How did you….what did you….?" I couldn't speak, my eyes glued to my now walking waste basket. All she could do was smile.

"You could learn how to do that, and much more at Hogwarts." She held out her hand, and slowly I took it.

"Could you fix my waste basket first?"