Hello, readers of FanFiction!
This is my first ever story, so don't blame me if you think that it's a load of crap, okay?
Good.
Disclaimer: I do not own any already-existing Harry Potter characters. Trenna is mine, and any other OC's I make up are also mine.
Chapter 1
It was two minutes until my eleventh birthday, and I was lying face down on my bed with lots of other girls snoring around me, wondering why my life was so difficult.
Why is it so hard to be the only ten-year-old girl in my class who has issues with mean people? I would love to be normal and just have a couple of friends, but, no, God had to give me an extremely awkward gift to ward people away by doing absolutely nothing, not to mention my strange and weird parents who had given me the name Trenna. This apparently means that I am destined to be a wild child—so for the last ten years of my life, all of the kids that I unfortunately know are constantly trying to avoid me, in fear that something bad is going to happen to them if they have anything to do with me.
I'm an orphan, so I don't know who my parents were and why they gave me up, but they must have been scared of me too. You see, I have something wrong with me. Strange things happen if I get too angry or depressed about something (most of the time it's usually about people who don't like me).
Once, when I was five, this kid came up to me and started pulling my long black hair. Next thing you know, he's lying on the ground completely still with his eyes open like he'd been petrified by Medusa or something. He didn't move again until after kindergarten had finished that day, right after when I'd gone home. Another time, when I was nine, I was in my orphanage dorm when my roommate stole the book I was reading from under my mattress and hid it somewhere that I could never find—still can't find it by the way. When I found out, she promptly got the chicken pox a few hours later, when I was wallowing in depression on my bed.
Sometimes I wonder if I was cursed as a child to never have friends or family who love me. Five hours ago I was sent to my dorm by the cruel orphanage headmaster, Mr Burnley, for throwing my slimy dinner in another girl's face. I didn't even do it! It was my weird power again!
Gee, I'm having some birthday, huh?
My eyes were drifting shut when I heard a rushing sound outside my window. I walked over to it cautiously and opened the window with care, not much came from it though. The window fell straight off its hinges when I touched it. Just goes to show what kind of terrible orphanage I reside in. I stuck my head out of the window to see what was making the sound when an object shot over my head and into the bedroom, leaving a whoosh of wind blowing my ebony shoulder-length hair out behind me.
I turned around slowly and to my shock was an envelope hanging in mid-air on top of my bed. I reached out behind me to grab the windowsill to stable myself from becoming weak in the knees. This could not be happening! I'm going mad from being in this hellhole too long and I'm beginning to see things. Wait, I can't be going mad because if I had, they would've locked me up years ago!
I finally gathered up the courage to walk towards the thing and snatched it out of the air. It unsealed itself almost magically in my hands as soon as I touched it. I yelped and dropped it on the floor, quickly picking it up again to pull the note out of it, walking back to the window to get some light on the paper, looking around myself to make sure none of the girls had woken when I squealed before.
Dear Miss Trenna Potter,
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry are pleased to announce that you are now one of its many pupils since you have now turned eleven years of age.
I glanced at the clock hanging on the wall. It clearly read one minute past twelve o'clock midnight.
We would advise you to come to the London Train Station at platform 9 ¾ on September 1, where you will be escorted Hogwarts and greeted with open arms. We are sending our gamekeeper to come and take you to Diagon Alley and help you get your supplies for school and request that you follow every order that they give you.
We await your arrival with utmost eagerness.
Sincerely,
Albus Dumbledore.
I almost fainted with surprise when I saw the words 'witchcraft' and 'wizardry'. Magic doesn't exist, right? And what's with the 'Potter' last name? Is that really my name? What's platform 9 ¾? All these questions were swimming around my brain making me confused. I read over the letter once more and decided that I might as well wait for this 'personjust to see if this wasn't a complete joke.
One of the girls shifted in her sleep and I froze on the spot. I waited til I heard sound snoring coming from her bed to waltz back over to mine and lie down to try and get some sleep. My eyes beginning to close, I began to think about broomsticks and black witch's hats floating around in the sky; with wizards casting spells and turning men into toads and worms.
I had woken up the next morning with the letter still clutched tightly in my hands and all of the girls in my dorm gathered around me. They were all looking at me with wide eyes and snickering giggles.
"Well, happy birthday, Trenna!" the lead girl said to me with a menacing twinkle in her eyes. "Sleep in, did we? Mr Burnley wants to see you in his office. Now."
She dragged me out of bed and hauled me over to the door. I withdrew from her grasp and ran out the exit to the end of hall to a highly decorated door made out of antique wood and painted with detailed small flowers. There were some boys in the hall that looked at me with amused looks on their faces and I suddenly realised I was still in my pyjamas. Oh, wonderful.
I knocked on Mr Burnley's door and wished he would answer it and take me away from this embarrassment, but it wouldn't be much better in his office either. My horrible wish answered, the headmaster grabbed me by the shoulder and pulled me into his office. He plonked me down on a wooden stool and sat his body in a cushy crimson armchair. He looked at me sternly and smoked his cigar; blowing smoke in my face, making me cough and sneeze profusely. Mr Burnley chuckled deeply and put the cigar in an ashtray beside his chair.
"Well, Trenna, how are you this fine morning?" he asked in a gravelly voice, gesturing outside to the rain pouring down outside the window.
"I'm fine, Mr Burnley, sir," I replied when I recovered from my sneezing fit.
"Have a nice sleep in, may I ask?"
I knew I was in trouble when he spoke that sort of dangerous tone; sweetly, yet lethal. "Um, no, sir?"
"Well, if you didn't, then why didn't you scrub the kitchen floor clean like I asked you to last night, then? Hmm?" he whispered silently but deadly as he stood up and grabbed his cane.
"I—I was going to, Headmaster, sir, but I couldn't get to sleep till late last night!" I whimpered, falling off the chair with a thud and backing away while crawling.
Mr Burnley had beaten me before and, let me tell you, it doesn't feel pleasant. He hits me too hard and I'm the one who gets beaten the most out of all the children in the orphanage just because my headmaster holds a grudge against me, isn't that great?
"I guess you'll just have to make up for it then, won't you?"
Mr Burnley raised his cane when a flash of blinding white light filled the room through the windows. The Headmaster and I both shielded our eyes with our hands until the light ceased at we heard a deep voice.
"Trenna Potter, is tha' you?"
I took my hands away from my face and jumped back in astonishment while yelling loudly as I tripped over the stool and bruised my shin doing so. Standing before me was a giant with a moleskin coat over his body with a small pink umbrella in the crook of his arm which was almost hidden by his ginormous, bushy, brown beard. I looked him over more than once and didn't speak a word.
Mr Burnley had dropped his cane on the floor and was now cowering behind his large armchair. I looked back at him, watching my violent headmaster shiver in fear before the giant. The huge man walked towards me with a smile beneath his beard. I almost gagged when he came near; he smelled like a wet dog.
"Who are you?" I asked, my voice shaking in panic as I stood up. I was only up to his waist, and I wasn't a short person; compared to me, this man was huge!
"I'm Rubeus Hagrid, but jus' call me Hagrid, won' you?" he replied happily, putting out his enormous hand for me to shake.
I took it and was constantly jiggled up and down by the force of the greeting. When Hagrid let go of my hand I could barely sense any feeling in it.
Flexing my fingers, trying to get the circulation back into them, I noticed that there was a boy about the same age as me standing behind Hagrid. He came out and we both wore the same expression of amazement. He and I both had the same green eyes, the same messy pitch black hair (mine was a bit longer though), and same pale skin. We looked incredibly identical; except he was the male version and he also had a scar in the shape of a lightning bolt on his forehead. Except I didn't have a twin! I always thought, no, I always knew that I was an only child who got sent to an orphanage because my parents would never come to love me.
My so called 'twin' made the first move by clearing his throat and introducing himself.
"Uh—hello. I'm Harry Potter."