I'm currently writing a story thats been bouncing around my head for the past month (after watching the entire Harry Potter series and some Once Upon a Time), so review to let me know what you think. Updates will probably be super irregular because I'll write when I feel like it.

Either way, Enjoy!


Hi my name is Tink, well it's not actually. My real name in Melina Montgomery, but I have been called Tink for that long I think of it as my name. I'm a distinguished member of the Australian Wizarding community, or well my family is and now that I think of it I'm pretty sure we fell from grace as well. My story is about the war our community underwent, a war we underwent mere years after the British won their war against Lord Voldemort.

The war started with a zealot taking up a controversial set of ideals, he believed that the wizarding world was weak because of its inability to move with the times. He believed the wizarding world would die unless evolution gave us an 'upgrade', with no foreseeable 'upgrade' occurring he decided to intervene and make one happen himself.

Australia has a very diverse wizarding population, many witches and wizards from other cultures have decided to call Australia home. Unfortunately this wide diversity allowed for the impact of this zealots actions to be felt in multiple countries.

I was six years old when I first met him, he used the alias 'the Creator'. I mean what the hell. He had taken me from a muggle school where I was receiving an education. (I know you think this may be strange, but in the Australian magical community, it is believed an education before formal schooling is essential, so off to muggle primary schools we were sent) I was brought into a room full of other kids, I was by far the youngest in the room and the only female. And from there he Portkeyed us out of there in groups to an island.

I spent 8 years on that island, then I was rescued and sent off to boarding school at the Australian Academy of Magic, and when I was in my 2nd year of schooling the war began. It took barely a year to defeat us, we were an army of children going against the might of the Australian Ministry of Magic. Even if we were magically stronger and faster and basically better because of what occurred on the island, with the end of the year came our defeat. I was 16 when they defeated us, and just after my 17th birthday the Australian Ministry began the trials.

It was decreed by the Minister and the Head of the Department of Magical Enforcement that those under age and who played a minor role in the war would be sent to be foster overseas.

Although my role in the war wasn't a small one and my family wasn't exactly what you would consider a 'Light' family, in fact we were quite a Dark family. Those presiding over my trial had decided I was taken too young and brought up to believe that 'the Creators' ideals were in fact true, I was given into the foster program to be re-evaluated when I was 21 and if I am found unchanged I would be thrown in jail along with my compatriots. Whom were all serving a 10 year sentence.

My story begins on my first day in England, as part of the foster program.