A/N: I first posted this story on Mibba, and I never finished it at all. I reread this story again and found it to have a good quality than any of my works I did from the past and even the ones I'm doing now, so I have decided to continue it. Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter series (books and movies), its characters, and its original storyline. There are also references from other works from Lord of the Rings, The Grudge (movie), and Zelda (game). Warning! This is a teacherxstudent (OC) pairing. Well, thanks for those who have the time to read this story.

Prologue

It made no sense. No sense at all. An owl, a letter, and some stranger coming to my room and telling me that I was a witch and that I'll be attending some magical school called Hogwarts. What the heck was that supposed to mean? Was I some idiot for people to pull a prank on me like this? And that stranger… he was a weirdo! Look at him! He wore all black and his hair was so greasy that it made him look like that one girl in that one movie. What was that again? Oh yeah, "The Grudge"! Ugh, look at him. I think he wants self-pity or something, trying to look all intimidating and all. Yeah, I'm not going to fall for that or this prank!

I had enough of my life being considered as a freak, and I had enough of people. They were the reason why I've turned so bitter, the reason why I lived in this hell hole of an orphanage. The likes of them all made me sick to my stomach. Happy endings like Cinderella were a lie. Eleven years of waiting to be adopted by nice parents and trying to be a goody two-shoes, and what do I get in return? No one. Only thing I had was kids from the orphanage making fun of me and the headmistress treating me like dirt. My dreams of having parents died on my eleventh birthday. And yes, this year on this day of this month is my eleventh birthday. Nothing was worth waiting for. There was no rainbow on the other side like I saw in the movies. I was no Annie. There was no rich man coming to take me in. None. Zippo. Nothing.

"If this is some stupid prank, I will beat your face to a bloody pulp," I threatened the ugly git in my room.

"Oh?" asked the man, his eyebrow cocked questioningly. "And how will you do about doing that?" This man started to get on my nerves.

"If you would like an example, I could use your face for it." I then spat on the floor and glared at him, showing him I meant business.

"Hmph. I don't take threats kindly, Miss Scarvings, and I won't have a little girl like you have their way." That stupid man got up and suddenly put his hand around my neck and pushed me, making my head hit the wall. He, then, took out some sort of stick and aimed it at my face. What the freak? A stick?

"Wow. A stick. Whoop-dee-doo. I'm so shivering down my pants right now," I said sarcastically while rolling my eyes.

"Severus!" An unknown voice yelled.

We, both, turned our heads to see a guy that looked like Santa Claus or that one man in "Lord of the Rings". What was his name again? It was a weird name. Hm…

"Let her go, Severus," the elder man demanded ever so faintly in my ears to the guy holding me by the neck.

"Dumbledore, you're late," said the man called Severus. Dumbledore? No, that's not the old man's name. What was it?

Ah ha! Ganondorf! Wait, no. That wasn't it. Ganondorf was a game character. Gah! What is that freaking old guy's name? Ah ha! I got it now!

"Gandalf!"

"Excuse me?" The elder man that's called Dumbledore asked.

I thought I yelled that in my mind. Ugh. Well, I don't think they mind. One person's name was weird and the other was a nutcase that looked like the 'Grudge'. Oh shoot, I better answer that 'Gandalf' guy before he thinks I zoned off.

"Nothing," I answered.

"Let her go, Severus," 'Gandalf' look-a-like repeated.

The 'Grudge' looked at me and scowled. He let go of his hold on me as I kneed him on the groin and left to sit on my bed. The 'Grudge' bent over as 'Gandalf' looked rather surprised. Who are these weird people, anyways? What is that idiot headmistress thinking? Does she love to torture me that much?

"What do you men want from me?" I questioned, wanting a real answer. Who in their right minds would believe in 'magic'? I know I don't.

'Gandalf' was still shocked; but after several seconds, he cleared his throat and looked at me. A creepy smile suddenly went on his lips. Don't tell me he's a nutcase too?

"Miss Scarvings, you may not believe it, but we are wizards…" He started. I snapped.

"Leave! You both are nutcases!" I yelled. Do I attract nutcases or something?

"Miss Scarvings, please let me finish, and then you can shoo us out all you want," 'Gandalf' said. I thought for a bit. But before I could say anything, 'Gandalf' continued on.

"Miss Scarvings, you are a witch. Have you ever been through strange things? Abnormal things that you cannot explain that you do not have an answer for?" He asked. I rolled my eyes.

"Yeah, you two barging in here and saying some crazy things," I spat. This 'Gandalf' dude is pissing me off.

"Do you want proof that what we say is true?" 'Gandalf' continued to ask me yet another question. I was quite curious now. Proof? What proof does he have? A card trick? An illusion? I am so going to attack him if it's not worth it.

"Go ahead. Make me 'ooh' and 'ah' at your so called magic," I said to him while making a fake scared face.

"I guarantee you, you will be surprised," 'Gandalf said with that freakishly weird smile again.
He took out a white stick. What? What's up with these people and sticks? Magic, my butt. I was about to tell him off but suddenly as he muttered something and pointing his white stick at my window curtains, my curtains started to get on fire. My eyes widened. What the heck? I whipped my head immediately at the old man as he seemed to look like he was smiling a victory smile. Oh, how I hate those kinds.

"What was that?" I yelled at him out of surprise and anger.

"Magic, Miss Scarvings," He simply answered.

I turned around again, making sure I wasn't seeing this. Somehow, I wanted to touch the flames to see if it was real, but I was afraid of it being real. I heard another mutter, and it was from the 'Grudge'. He flicked his wand and the flames disappeared, leaving my curtains scorched. Unbelieving and with the fire out, I touched the curtains. I was rather surprised at what I found out, it was no illusion. My curtains were really on fire since I could still feel the heat from the fire that was just there. Is magic really true? I turned back to look at 'Gandalf'.

"So… it's true? This magic?" I asked. He nodded in reply. He then muttered again and pointed at my curtains again. My curtains reverted back as if the fire never happened. I became speechless but frowned soon afterwards. "Don't you think you have the wrong girl? I don't have magic."

"Miss Scarvings, sometimes witches and wizards, themselves, do not realize they have magic," 'Gandalf' explained. "Why don't you think back at a time where something peculiar happened that you were involved in and you didn't know why or how it happened."

I was hesitant at first, but I closed my eyes and tried to think of a day if that time ever happened. When? Where? What? Why? How? But then my eyes opened, there was that kind of time where I questioned myself how that happened. How could I have forgotten about it?

"Well, when I was about seven, I guess. One of the kids in the orphanage was bullying me. Back then, I was still weak. I was crying and shielding myself with my arms from the boy's beating. All the while, I closed my eyes and yelled at him to stop. After a few seconds of not being able to endure it any longer, with all my fear and anger, I yelled at the top of my lungs and told him to stop one last time. I didn't feel him hitting me anymore. And when I thought he stopped, I opened my eyes to see him nowhere in sight. It was in the next morning the headmistress found him on the orphanage's biggest tree, where he was holding onto his dear life since he was a long way off the ground. We had to ask for the firefighter's help to get him down. When that boy came down, I remember that he smelled like pee. In the end, he stopped bullying me and ran away from me whenever I was in his range of sight," I finished.

By then, the 'Grudge' was no longer kneeling from the pain. Actually, he was rather glaring at me as if ready to kill me if he had the chance. I didn't really care though. My attention went back to 'Gandalf'.

"But I don't think I can do something like that. After all, if it was me, this whole orphanage would've disappeared," I admitted truthfully.

'Gandalf' wasn't too happy about what I just said though. He sighed and sat next to me on my bed. I was rather uncomfortable at his closeness. I was never fond of people getting near me.

"Miss Scarvings, there was a boy like you. His name was Tom Riddle. He was your age when I told him about magic. He also did not believe me until I gave him proof that magic does exist. He had the kind of magic that most wizards fear. But to me, he was just a little boy. And with lessons being learned, he would be able to control his magic…"

"But he didn't and turned evil in the end?" I asked. 'Gandalf' and the 'Grudge' seemed surprised at my answer. "So I'm right?" 'Gandalf' frowned and nodded.

"He became a power hungry wizard and killed many who had opposed him. He hated muggle-borns and muggles the most," 'Gandalf' explained.

I was rather curious what he meant by muggle-borns and muggles. Thankfully, he answered before I asked.

"Muggles are non-magical beings. Muggle-borns are witches or wizards with non-magical parents. Even if muggle-born witches and wizards wanted to follow him, he killed them without mercy. He wanted to change our Wizarding community, ridding all muggles, muggle-borns, and traitors. And of course, he wanted to have control of both the Wizarding and Muggle world," he explained while I thought about what he said.

"Then, aren't you afraid as well, that I may become evil like that Tom Riddle dude?" I asked 'Gandalf' as he just merely smiled. That smile was kind of rubbing off on me.

"Not everyone is the same as him. And until then, we shall see," he said. I thought for a bit at what he just told me.

"I guess… it doesn't hurt to try," I muttered. 'Gandalf' suddenly stood up and smiled a big smile.

"Well, I must be going now. I will see you then, Miss Scarvings. And oh yes, Severus here, will escort you tomorrow in helping you to get your things for your preparations for Hogwarts next week," he continued before he waved goodbye to me and left my room. I looked over at the 'Grudge' as he wasn't too happy to hear the news.

"Well, sucks to be you," I told him. He scoffed.

"Be thankful I didn't hex you to the ends of the Earth," He left my room with his cape billowing behind him.

I just shook my head and smirked. He is such a douche. I soon lied on my bed and sighed. What a day this has been.