Author's Note: I started this story a long time ago. I've started up on it again and thought of posting the first chapter. Not too sure if I'll keep it going. MESSAGE OR REVIEW IF YOU WANT ME TO CONTINUE POSTING THIS!!!

My story is of no importance. That is how all stories should start. Well, in my opinion that is. I feel the need to tell someone, anyone. Is that not why we tell our stories?

Mine starts in the new Americas. I had been born there.

I was born in the United States of America during the twentieth century. Born as an unknown orphan on the streets. Nothing special. Big city, what's new about an orphan? Right. That's what I think. Come on, we all have our problems.
I moved though when I was five. The orphanage had to ship me to London. Family had been found. Distinguished people that were somehow relations to me.

I got put back into the System only a few days later. Dead. The whole lot of them. I had been out in the woods. I grew up in a city, so it was a new experience for my five year old self.

Someone had murdered the family of four. I spent my time out of school running the streets of London. Mum hated me not long after I turned eight. I got transferred to another orphanage for a year while ours was fixed up.

At eleven, I met a man. I glared at him. I had been in and out of foster homes all my eleven years of life. I had been pulled from the street where I had been fighting a boy.

I had dirt all over my dress. The boy in Mum's other hand was worse off. He had blood on his face, leg, and arms. The man smiled at me. My guard went up. The last people who smiled at me had adopted me and turned out to be anything but kind.

He had handed me a letter. Mum snatched it away as the aid took the boy from her. He explained that I had been accepted into a special school. Later that week he sent a boy to see me. He came with a frown and smile. He was a student in his last year. He would be gone by time I started my term.

Tom was his name. He used to live in an orphanage as well. He had smiled when he saw me tormenting the children. I looked at him curiously. A girl screamed as I caught her doll on fire. I had laughed. The kids called me evil. I smirked every time they said it.

He took me into a bar near my usual hangout. I was amazed when he opened a brick wall to a hidden part.

Diagon Alley, he called it. He took me to a bank and proved that I had money.

"After all, what pureblood family leaves a child poor?" Tom said as we left the bank.

He told me about being a witch. Told me my blood status. About the school. I got my things and returned to the orphanage until another boy came to get me.

This boy was my age. His hair was black to my deep red. He was smug as well. I became shy. I got nervous around people I didn't know.

His brother was a year or two older. I remained silent. At the train I sat alone.

Over the next few school years I melted myself into the background. I didn't talk in class. I didn't bother with my looks. I studied and kept to myself.

That was until Severus Snape found me in second year. We would study together. He respected the fact that I focused on my work. We worked together on many things. He became a friend. We didn't go out of our way for each other much.

Sixth year I became known to the school. We shall start the real story here. Delve into my life.

I sat out by the Lake with Severus by me. He was hiding from those stupid Maud-whatever boys. He was telling me of his new spells. I knew everything about him, almost, and he only knew what I told him. He knew he could confide in me.
"Oh look, Prongs, it's Snivellus," a boy called as they came closer.
We ignored them. I had my quill over my parchment ready to write. Severus was telling me his thoughts on the paper.

"The megroot could be used for it but I think the critical ingredient for it should be l-" Severus was cut off.

His things fell from his lap and scattered as he was lifted into the air by his ankle.

I was on my feet in seconds with my wand out and to the boy's throat. My gaze was steady as I looked the boy in the eye.

"I see you have a friend, Snivellus," the boy with my wand at his throat said smugly eyeing me.
I pulled back. I turned away hitting him with my robe. I strode a little away while flinging my robe off. My wand was aimed at him as I stood ready for a duel. One hand over head and turned to my side to be a smaller target. I had my face blank.

"Stay out of it, Ethriana," Severus calls to me. "Don't waste your time on that filth."

"Let her try it, Padfoot," another boy from the group says.

A spell shoots at me. I twirl out of the way and push with my hand without the wand. At the same time twisting my wand through the air expertly.
The boy flies back like a giant had swung him like a doll. Severus fell to the ground and the boy I was fighting cried out in surprise. I had his wand in hand as he stood. His face had a slash on it now. The boys looked at me with new eyes.

"Ethriana," Severus says frowning.

I stood straight and slipped my wand away. I ignored the boys as I flicked the wand from the boy. Severus's things gathered and went into his bag.

"Boys are so pathetic," I drawl throwing the wand at the boy.

I leave after gathering my things.

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