Hello! L here, this is my first published FanFic so please don't be too hard on me! It's a bit slow to star, but I had to fit in who she was and where she's from somewhere so why not right at the beginning? I hope you like it! Might be M in later chapters, if it is I will warn you at the beginning!

I don't own Harry Potter!

"You little Freak!"

A small ten year old girl with skin as pale as snow and cold as ice glanced up. Her dark brown eyes that shown with malice were covered by brunette bangs as a fit man in a black suit came marching towards her. Her mother followed closely behind him, trying to hush him in his drunken haze, the other guests at the funeral looked on, curious of the scene.

"Yes?" The girls voice came in a hoarse whisper from all of the crying she had been doing the past couple days, since the accident just prior that had led to her sister's death.

"How did you do it?" The man growled at her fiercely. "How did you survive without a scrape while your sister was killed? How could you?" He rambled through slurred lips. His figure cast an imposing shadow over the girl and he raised a hand, about to hit the unresponsive child.

"Stop it, Langston! She's just a girl, she did nothing wrong!" Her mother exclaimed as he grabbed his wrist, preventing him from hitting her daughter. Langston turned and slapped the girls mother, leaving a bright red handprint on her cheek.

"Don't you dare touch me! This is your fault too, yours and that Devil Brat's! If you hadn't made me stop the car this wouldn't have happened! I wasn't drunk but you insisted that we pull over! And how do you explain that she was unhurt, Veronica?" His tone was quieter, but somehow that just made him sound even fiercer. "They were in the same car; we both saw them tumble over the edge of the cliff! But when we get down there that little wretch is just sittin' there in the grass, like nothing happened. How do you explain that?" His voice was becoming more slurred by the second till it faded off and he was back in his misty, red-eyed, drunken daze once more.

"Let's just go sit down Langston," The girl's mother led away her husband to a nearly empty pew at the back of the church. The dark eyed girl just sat there, staring at the coffin once more, as if pushing all of her will for the coffin to open and reveal her sister, her twin, looking up at them all and smiling, saying she was just joking. But the lid never opened, and her sister never came back.

~o~o~o~o~

Adena sat on her bed, cradling a silver necklace in the shape of an elaborate 'N.' It had been Nerina's, nowadays it hung from the same chain as Adena's own intricate 'A.' The twins had received tem shortly after their fourth birthday so that they could be told apart. The girls had loved to play 'guess who?' games with their mother when they were younger, so the necklaces had kept their mother aware of exactly who was who. Now that Nerina was gone it was just a reminder that there was a hole that would never be filled, an empty space that echoed lose and longing.

A glance at the clock on her bedside table told Adena that it was time; Langston was probably asleep from all the alcohol up in the master bedroom, while Adena could hear her mother bustling around in the kitchen. Adena had been planning an escape for a while now, since before her sister's passing, a way to escape with her sister and mother, away from that cruel man that was her mother's husband.

Adena dropped the necklace under her shirt and stood, walking over to the door. She stared into the room from the doorway at a large pile of stuffed toys in the room's center. Her brow furrowed as she focused with all her might at the heap, and smirked when a slow swirl of smoke rose from the toys. With a grin Adena closed the door and took a left, immediately on the top stair, and ran down the steps into the kitchen.

"Mommy, let's go to the park!" Adena suggested as she hugged her mother around the waist, the smell of cloves and cinnamon surrounded her. She smiled as her mother laughed like she had before Nerina had gone.

"Fine, I guess I can finish these dishes once we get back." Her mother said, drying off her hands on a dish towel and untying the back of her apron. Adena nearly dragged her mother out of the house as she noticed a curl of smoke coming from under the door, begging it off as eagerness to go and play.

The house was out of sight as they rounded the street corner, headed towards the park at the end of the other block, but the tower of flames was clearly visible as her mother watched her swinging. The sound of a fire engine could be heard, wailing its approach towards the house that was now truly ablaze.

"Oh, God! Adena, we have to go home, now!" Adena's mother yelped as she caught sight of the faultless shaft of flame and smoke coming from the direction of their house. Adena quietly followed her mother towards her searing creation, keeping her head down so no one they passed could see the small smirk that played on her face. She shadowed her mother as her neighbors and mother looked on in shock at the flickering inferno. It took hours to put out the blaze, as each time one section was finally put out it spontaneously burst back into roaring flames with a bit of prodding from Adena, but when the blaze finally quieted and the husk of a house was searched one of the firemen came to tell the girl's mother the news of her husband's death.

She broke into heaving sobs and Adena hugged her mother's waist, hiding her grin in her mother's shoulder. The man who had made her life hell was dead; he couldn't hurt her or her mother anymore.

~o~o~o~o~

Four months later, the now small family of two lived still lived in the apartment they had lived in since the fire. Adena's mother now worked as a receptionist to pay the rent and bring food to the table for them both. It was hard for Adena to watch her mother get more and more depressed, she had even started to push Adena away, leaving Adena wondering what had gone wrong. They were supposed to be happy, they were supposed to be close and loving and caring, but it was the exact opposite. Adena's mother rarely spoke to her, leaving her alone to her thoughts as they grew farther and farther apart.

Adena wanted to know what was wrong, but every time she tried to ask her mother what was wrong she couldn't say was she really felt. Adena stood outside her mother's bedroom door, trying to work up the courage to knock when she felt… something. It felt like something brushing at the back of her conscious mind, like a door-to-door salesman peddling their wares, asking her to open up and see what he had to offer. Adena reached out with her mind, imagining she was opening a door in the back of her head to see the unknown visitor.

She jerked as strange, foreign images and thoughts filled her mind, whispers of memories slid past her view but others stayed captive for precious moments before flitting like the others. A view of a noose hanging from the fan in her mother's room, whisper secret thoughts encouraging someone to step onto the stool beneath, and just end all suffering, a fearful glance at the door from the inside of the room. Then it was gone, the feeling disappeared leaving only the distance echo of someone elses memories in Adena's head.

The sound of a stool clattering and a rope pulling taunt startled Adena out of her dazed internal scouring. Wide eyed, Adena pushed open her mother's door and saw a sight that would scar her for the rest of her life. Her mother's now lifeless body swung gently by its neck from the ceiling fan limp and pliable as it drooped like a lifeless flower on its stalk. Adena couldn't move, couldn't breath as she stared at the corpse, her mother's corpse. Slowly, Adena moved to sit on the bed, dazed as she let her hands fall at her sides.

One hand brushed a piece of neatly folded parchment lying discarded on the coverlet beside her. She looked at it slowly, as if moving took an effort much greater than it should. In her mother's smooth writing she saw her name scripted carefully on the front fold. Her hand shook as she lifted the paper from its place, unfolding the neatly creased paper. She looked at the document with wide, tearful eyes as she read her mother's final words.

I can't live without Langston, I miss him, I'm going to see him. My own daughter terrifies me, I can't say why, but she does. The pain from all of the loss is to great for me to manage on my own.

God forgive me.

Adena shook as she stared at the letter, fury lashing out its vengeful hand as she stared at the twirling cadaver. In her rage, fire swallowed up the parchment in her hand, leaving ash between her fingers. A single tear ran down the young girls face and she screamed, her wail was high and keening as she dropped to her knees.

"I did it for you! I just wanted us to be happy!" She shouted as crumpled. She didn't know how long she lay there, it could have been minutes, hours, or even days, but it didn't matter. Loud banging came at the door, but she didn't move. It came again, but still she gave no reply. Finally Adena heard wood splinter, and heavy clomping feet. Someone lifted her from her prone position on the floor and cradled her to their chest.

"It's alright, I've got you." The deep rumbling bass of a man's voice shattered her peace, and finally Adena fell into the dizzy darkness that had been threatening to engulf her.

So… how did I do? Please review! I really appreciate constructive criticism, so if you see something I missed in editing, please excuse my mistake and thank you for telling me!