Holly Potter
Holly Potter was a scrawny little black-haired girl with bright green eyes. Faint freckles covered her pink nose and she seemed small for her age. Holly had no family that she knew of. The orphanage where she grew up only told her that her father died before she was born and her mother died a year after. When the infant was left on the doorstep of the orphanage, only the name "Holly Potter" was all the identification that was left in a letter along with her. So, the rest of Holly's mysterious past was still unknown and strange as the girl herself was.
Holly was a strange child and no, not even the girl, knew why. Once, Holly was punished for breaking something that she didn't break. The object sort of floated in the air and crashed in front of her. But when the tiny girl tried to explain this, she was only punished worse. Therefore, Holly stopped trying to explain everything odd about her and just took the blame. Still, the question "What is wrong with me?" ringed throughout her head. She didn't know why she was weird and made things happen, but she knew that no one else ever did it. And it wasn't until later that Holly finally found out.
Eating breakfast wasn't one of Holly's favorite things to do. The cereal tasted similar to cardboard and sawdust, the toast was usually burnt and the eggs had pounds of grease in it that was left from the bacon that was too tough to eat. But this breakfast was different.
"Holly!" the Headmistress yelled at the poor girl, who could only sit there, looking at her food as though it reminded her of the food that they feed the dogs. "Where are you manners, young lady? Sit up, elbows OFF the table! And, for God's sake, child, eat your breakfast!" This was the usual reprimand that Holly got every morning and it was nothing new to her. Even if the headmistress sent her out, that would still be better than what she was eating. But today, it had gone too far. "Holly Potter! You-good-for-nothing child! Eat! Now! Or else you will be cleaning everyone's dishes for the rest of the month!"
"NO!" Holly thundered back rebelliously. "I will never eat this dog food!" And before anyone, even Holly, knew what was going on, newts appeared out of nowhere. They covered the table, the headmistress, and were every other place you can think of. Holly looked astonished around her. "How did she do this?" she wondered for she knew that only she could have done that. All the children ran from the room. Some of the staff stayed to help the Headmistress, but Holly only stood where she was, too amazed to move a muscle.
After the newts had been captured and the Headmistress was put back into her original state, she turned on Holly. "Why you little-EEK!" The "eek" didn't describe what exactly happened after that. An owl, a beautiful tawny owl, flew into the room, dropped a letter onto the table and flew out. "What in tarnations?!" The old woman bellowed, flattening herself on the wall, but Holly, too awed to be afraid, went to the table to pick up the letter. It was addressed to her!
"Who in the world would write me a letter?" She wondered to herself. She didn't subscribe to anything and being in an orphanage, she didn't have parents or family. So whom could this letter be from? Curiosity got the better of the tiny girl and she opened the letter.