Finding Her Voice

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. Everything else is mine.

Prelude

Many people remember things from when they were very young. My sister remembers things from when she was two, and my best friend remembers his second birthday. I don't remember anything. Occasionally I'll get a dream of someone singing to me or whispering my name. My first real memory is from when my grandparents came to visit at Christmas when I was four and I got to play in the snow. Sometimes I miss being that young, those were the days when my sister talked to me without calling me freak. The times before I left for school.

I was always unique as a child, an extra special little girl as my mum liked to put it. But I knew that being extra special meant that I didn't quite fit in. And then I got my letter. I thought I would go off to Hogwarts and fit in. In my mind it was supposed to be a place so different and unique that I would feel right at home. Tough shit for me cause it didn't have that welcome home feel I was expecting. Almost instantly I learned that what made me different at home in the muggle world, meant that I was an outcast to many in the wizard world. And kids at school can be little bitches when they think you are beneath them.

Because of this sunshine and lollipops way of thinking I was put into Gryffindor. So being a bit of a smart ass to the sorting hat automatically put me in Gryffindor. I asked for Slytherin cause I knew Sev would be there and it told me the sorting doesn't work like that. I decided to be an extra special little girl at that moment and time and I told the hat where exactly it could shove it. Apparently smart ass isn't a Slytherin trait and I'm supposed to feel right at home in Gryffindor. I love Hogwarts and Gryffindor is great, but none of it feels like home to me. It feels like home but not my home. Even my home doesn't always feel like home if any of that makes sense. I think I'm gonna be an extra special little girl today cause it's the start of summer break and something is afoot at the circle K.