"Fabulous. Everyone is staring at you,"thought Amelia as she walked briskly down the aisle toward the woman in the emerald green robes.

Whispers erupted all around her. Jaws dropped. And most of the faces seated at the four long tables to the sides of her now wore an expression of absolute shock, and horror.

"Why does everyone keep reacting to me that way lately? Ugh, I wish they would stop, at least they can't see me," she thought, self-consciously pulling the black hood of her robes further down, to better hide her face.

Since she was a little girl, strange things always seemed to happen around Amelia Emmons. If growing up in a run down, piece of dirt orphanage wasn't enough, she also had to be the freak of the place. Nothing had seemed to make any sense at all until she got the strange visit from a man named Albus Dumbledore. He came to her just a couple months previously. Sitting down with her in the tiny little space Mrs. Erns (the owner of the orphanage) had called a living room.

"You, my dear, are a witch," the words echoed in Amelia's head even now as she made her way to the front of the hall.

That day was one she would never forget. She, Amelia Nicole Emmons, was a witch. Of all the things she had thought of, trying to explain her strange existence, that idea had NEVER crossed her mind. But now, it seemed to fit. Maybe this small detail was the key to unlocking her past. To finally finding out who she truly was, who she was meant to be. Now if she could just shake the horrible feeling that coming to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry was going to make her face terrors that she had never even imagined.