Disclaimer: I do not own any of JK rowling's ideas. Everything else is my own and with help from my numerous freinds on Virtual Hogwarts. name is Mercedes Janeia Lindemann-Vayne. I was born in Arles, France shortly after the war of the wizarding world which killed Voldemort and Harry potter. I was Four years old when news got out about the marriage between Harry Potter's closest freinds and Eleven the day I got my Acceptance letter to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. And I was nineteen the day I died. But lets save that for another time. For now, we should start at the begining.
"MERCY!" Called out the Raven haired woman on the platform nine and three quarters. "Mercy, where are you?" The womans name was Renate Lindeman. She was a German born witch that had married into the well know french family or Vaynes. A younger girl, almost a spitting image of the older woman except the eyes, Popped out from behind a pillar. "I'm right here mother." She said with a cute and innocent smile.
Renate Sighed a Sigh of Relief. "Don't run out of my sight again, alright? You scared me half to death." The little girl looked back to her mother with another smile before grabbing her hand and rushing towards the train which had just pulled in at exactly eleven o' clock. "Now listen, Mercy, Your going with your father durring christmas time, I'll Write to you in a couple of weeks to see how you are doing."
"I'll be fine, Mother. I've heard Hogwarts is a beautiful place with many nice professors." Renate nodded, still in a state of nervousness. She had gone to Durmstrang herself, and never knew what kind of School her daughter, Now an English citizen, would be going to. Mercy gave her mother a kiss on the cheek and hopped away to the train, Ready to begin her Magical Education.