Hello...

My name is Agnes, but I prefer to be called Anymtha. I'm 38 years young :3, and I love Anime (to be specific Naruto, FMA and the like), Harry Potter, Hello Kitty, Wicca, Art, Drawing, Twilight, Japanese food (Ramen, Pocky and Sushi = 3) and deep literature.

I don't own Harry Potter, obviously, or else I'd be rich biatch! XD

Anyway, enjoy the story. I made an avatar to show what Wynter looks like (I love making dolls! I'll prob make one for each change she goes through!), which can be found at my photobucket (i907 dot photobucket dot com/albums/ac271/cheesecakebucket/avatar dot gif )

Anyway, enough rambling! Here's the story!:

The girl looked to be around 14, but in reality she was almost 18 years old. The mistake was caused by her some-what childlike (while she was small, she certainly had.... the curves of a woman) frame and small stature. She was wearing a thin dress, and in the cold her ashen skin was riddled with goose bumps. Her eyes were mostly hidden by her long, billowing grey hair, but you could slightly glimpse them as her hair blew about. They were almond shaped and lined with long, beautiful lashes, but that wasn't want made them stand out. It was the colour, a beautiful, deep black that spoke of midnight shadows and an untold, terrible beauty. They were not dark brown nor blue black, but pure black, apart from a few thin grey streaks that ran through to her pupil. While she was certainly beautiful, she was sad. Her eyes were barely holding back tears, and her pretty mouth was downturned. Her hair, which had been bright and vivacious the previous day, was now greyish and messy and unkempt. She was something of a Metamorphmagus, but she couldn't control her hair, which was ever changing with her moods. It was another failure of hers, she reasoned. Another thing she couldn't control. She looked down at the letter in her hand, the source of her discomfort. Upon it were two single sentences;

Wynter Yuumei Lilienthal,

You are needed.

There was no name listed underneath, or no other words giving bearing on what exactly was needed, but Wynter certainly knew what it meant. Her life – which she had finally settled down, after years of hell – was now completely over. She would have to move everything, erase her friends mind. No more security, no more freedom from the curse of magic. She let out a single gasp as the thoughts assaulted her mind. "It-It's not fair..." She whispered, her young voice ringing out in the silence.

"It's not fair, it's not fair, it's not fair, it's not fair, it's not fair, it's not fair, it's not fair-" She let out a small scream as she violently tore the piece of paper in two, and then curled her knees up to her shaking chest.

"It isn't fair. No, it isn't. It isn't fair-"