Prologue-

The sun leaked through the leaves forcing the light to dance upon my pale skin in unrecognizable patters. Large amounts of sunlight weren't uncommon in the heat of the summer. Even the evenings were suffocating. My fingers ached and twitched to play some sort of instrument. My throat screamed to sing. My mind yelled at me to run to do something. To get away from the horrors of this orphanage. But I knew I had nowhere else to run. No place to turn, of course I had the Weasleys but no way to get there. Funny I thought, that I was forced to live here even thought I belong to a pureblood family. My father had been ashamed of me, of my mother, A mistake he had said in the letters. My mother was a French veela, hence my name, Adelaide. All I could remember since I was a baby was uncomfortable cots and dusty cupboards. Of course that all changed when Dumbledore came, but he had no way to get me out of this horrid place. At school I was looked upon by the slytherins as "a filthy half-blood." But the other houses were different, or more specifically, Gryffindor. It was the only home I had known.

A stray leaf fell on my cheeks and tumbled recklessly into my rusty brown curly hair. I knew I had to begin cooking dinner for the younger kids. I couldn't wait until Ron sprang me from this place and took to the Quidditch World Cup.