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I was in my room reading… Of course, it would shocking if I wasn't. I'd never had friends or a social life. I don't know why but the world of High School seemed to be in mutual agreement that I, Rebekah would be the one to be picked on. It's not like I'm ugly or anything. I'm also not conceited, I know I not gorgeous, I like to think I'm uniquely pretty. Because I'm not pretty in the was that's normal for, you know the average cheerleader or social butterfly, I look like I said unique. I have and angular face that is kind of small, With pale skin and a little bit of freckles. Dark brown hair that's almost black with a few natural red highlights. My hair is wavy, but if It grows past my shoulders it gets really frizzy. So I generally keep it short in spiky pixie like up-dos. Kind of like Alice in Twilight. I am kind of in between petite and medium body build, not fat and not overly skinny.

Anyway back to the fact of what I was doing. As I've already established, I was reading. Which I tend to do like, 24-7. At least it was a newer book though and not one that I've read about 20 times through. Cough, Harry potter series, Cough. My friend and I had a book trading system going on between us. I was home schooled now and didn't hear about newer books from teachers or the librarian at school. (ya you heard me right, the librarian, not friends.) So Hayley kept me updated and I, in turn would recommend books that I had read that were older that I had liked and would give them to her.

It was probably about 7:00, the whole family was setting in to the usual routine. Mom, in the kitchen, Dad, watching sports, and Matthew, little brother, was doing his thing on the computer that had to do with building things and what not entirely out of computer codes. Then there me lost in a book completely tuning out everything.

7:01. The doorbell rang. I assumed it would be the Cat Lady next door who was, admittedly nice, but weird, (Who names a cat Ms. Kitty? A male cat?)

Five minutes later there was a hesitant call from the living room, "Rebekah.."

I sighed and got up and walked out of my Nightmare Before Christmas and various other Tim Burton movies, decorated room. I made my way to the living room to find, a living, breathing version of the Harry Potter book's description of Professor Snape. The only thing missing were his billowing cloaks of Dooooom! He was in muggle clothes, but he even had the apathetic, emotionless mask on his face.

He looked at me with cold, dark eyes and said, Hello Ms. Corley I am Professor Snape from.."

At this point I let out a disbelieving little cough. It made him look a little irritated.

My brother, who was watching the exchange from where he sat in front of the computer interjected, "I think he is telling the truth, Beckah, He showed Mom and Dad magic."

I looked at him skeptically, "Professor Snape you are aware that there are seven books about a boy called Harry Potter and that if they are real, why would the Ministry allow muggles to read them?"

He raised an eyebrow, "They can't. A witch tried to reveal our existence to the muggles and by the time the Ministries of the World realized this, it was already published. They put a forgetting charm on the book so that only witches and wizards and their immediate family," at this he looked around the room, "can read them. If a muggle were to hear a magical person having a conversation about the books, they would hear you discussing Lord of the Rings, If they tried to join your conversation, all you would hear is them talking about Harry Potter."

He said these words with obvious distaste and it was hard not to laugh. Instead I looked at him and talked slowly, "so you are saying that I am a witch, even though I have never done any magic and am almost 15?"

He nodded, "It seems as though someone put blocks on your magical core to prevent you from doing magic when you were very small. The American Ministry noticed a magical core in this area recently, did some research and notified the English Ministry, because apparently you were adopted from there."

I looked at my Mom and Dad, "Anything you want to let me know" I said sarcastically.

My mother sighed, "Sweetheart we adopted you when you were a newborn. At the time I didn't know if I would be able to have children. Then A young girl comes to us, she was about the same age as me at the time. She wanted us to adopt you. We contemplated it and decided we would. We never knew about all of this magic stuff though… I guess it makes sense, you were always drawn to the Harry Potter books."

Snape groaned, "Oh great another Potter fan girl, just what I need. You will also be in the fifth year with him"

I glared at him, "for your information, "I think Potter is an idiot for just following Dumbledore blindly, he has no backbone and never makes decisions for himself."

His lips twitched into an almost smile and said, "Would you like the magical blocks removed, It may hurt a bit considering how long they have been on."

I nodded and he started chanting in Latin. A burning sensation coursed through my body, it was extremely hard not to cry out. After what seemed like a millennium it came to a stop. I glared at him, "A bit, It might hurt a bit!"

He shrugged and looked at my parents, "If it agreeable to you she will attend Hogwarts, starting in her fifth year. She will have to receive extra tutoring from her head of house once she is sorted and will have to work hard but it shouldn't be a problem. Dumbledore said for me to inform you that for some reason or another, the Dark Lord is after her so since her magical blocks are removed making it possible for him to trace her, she will have to leave as soon as she can pack the essentials."

My mother seemed to deliberate for a moment before saying, "We don't have money to send her to school…"

Professor Snape nodded, "Do you know the name of her birth mother? More likely than not, she came from a magical family and should have money left for her, if not Hogwarts has a financial help system."

My mother said, "She said her name was Angela Peneroe, she left a letter for you Rebekah, well your birth name is Ceraphina, if you want to go by that." She left to go get the letter and I looked up at Snape who looked startled at the name of my birth mother.

He saw me looking and said, "Your birth mother was a very good friend of mine."

I nodded as my mom came and gave me a letter. I opened the envelope, the paper was on coarse parchment. I unfolded the letter and started reading..

My dearest Cera,

I am giving this to your adoptive parents to give to you when the time is right. I have always been a good judge of character, and hope it does not fail me now. Your full name is Ceraphina Persephone Peneroe. Your father was murdered shortly before you were born at the hands of the Dark Lord. He has a vendetta against our family and as such it was to dangerous to raise you. I took you out of England to make it harder for him to find you. Do not trust Albus Dumbledore. He manipulates people for the so called "greater good" and doesn't see people as human beings, to him they are pawns and need to be sacrificed. Trust Severus Snape. Tell him Angela said to watch over you. I love you dearly.

Love from your mother

Angela Rose Peneroe.

I looked up at Professor Snape and handed him the letter. He read it and smiled at the end(A smile from Professor Snape!) He nodded at the end, "She is right do not trust Dumbledore and never look him in the eye. I will teach you occupancy."

I grinned and asked, "well Do I have enough money to go to Hogwarts?"

He smirked, "Not only can you afford to go, but you also own one-fourth of it."

My brother choked on a honey bun. I looked at professor Snape, "What do you mean."

His smirk got bigger, "Not many people know this as the Peneroe's didn't exactly go around advertising it, but the Peneroe's are the heirs of Slytherin. The Dark Lord is merely a distant descendent."

My brother muttered, "and this is where the obsession with snakes is from."

I rolled my eyes and turned to my mom, "Soo, I'm going to Hogwarts then?"

She nodded, "You should probably get packed"

I grinned and skipped to my room when I dragged out my suitcase I called out, "Matt-man get your but in here and help."

Their was a shout back, "Can I have your money!"

I smirked, that was so him, "Yes" He was in my room and helping in the next five seconds. I instructed what to pack as I went through my books. I decided that since wizards wear robes I would only take a couple of T-shirts, my skinny jeans, my hoodies, and my eyeliner. (Do witches have eyeliner, cuz I have got to have it.) I packed a couple of books and some personal items, zipped my bag up, walked to the living room and set it on the floor.

Professor Snape said, "You should say good-bye, I will shrink your bag."

I gave my Mom and Dad long hugs and turned to my brother and gave him one too as he tried to push me away. I gave my adorable dog Laci a hug and told everyone I'd miss them when Professor Snape took out a picture frame and informed me, "This is an international port-key it will take us to Dumbledore's office, remember not to look him in the eye."

I nodded and grabbed the frame and grinned as he scowled and muttered, "Lemon Drop"

Their was a blur of colors and surroundings, then, almost as quickly as it started, it was over. I looked up and found myself in an ovular office, across from a man who was so obviously Albus Dumbledore. He wore a blinding combination of lime green and neon orange robes.

After I got over the initial blindness, I looked to the side of him so not to look directly into his eyes. In my peripheral vision, he was smiling benevolently at me. He said in a way too cheerful voice, "Ahh, so this is Miss Peneroe."

In the book he was described as a kindly, grandfather like old guy. But really who smiles that much, it's just weird. So I decided I was going to counter his cheerfulness by mocking Professor Snape's look. It didn't work. If it was possible his smile got wider, "Minerva will be taking you to get your supplies. She should be here in…"

There was a knock at the door, "Oh there she is. Come in Minerva" I don't think the book described her well enough. It said she was a very strict looking woman and she was but they left it at that. She also moved with an elegant, cat-like, grace. Her face was set into a stern expression, but if you looked hard enough you could see kindness.

"Albus, Severus," She nodded at each of them as she walked in.

Snape nodded back at her, "Hello Minerva this is Ceraphina," He gestured at me, "I take it you were volunteered for this."

She smiled slightly, "Indeed. Where will she be staying Albus?"

With his eyes twinkling he replied, "At the Tonk's house. Andromeda has agreed to help teach her the basics in five months before the next term starts. On weekends Severus will tutor her in potions."

Severus sighed and reluctantly nodded as Professor McGonagall gestured for me to follow her out of the Headmasters office.