The day that Jackie ZeDiabolas got her Hogwarts letter was possibly the happiest moment on her eleven-year old life.
It would certainly be up there, since life with her parents didn't exist, though she often dreamt about what it might be like if her life was less…Erm…. Out of the ordinary.
She looked as normal as any girl her age, but if anyone knew her heritage, they would run screaming.
Her mother was a bad alcoholic. She had died on the way back from a bar across the muggle city she and her five-year-old daughter, having too much to drink she had fallen into a light sleep, crashing her car into a light-pole. Luckily no one was in the car with Amy ZeDiabolas.
Except Jackie.
Yes, Jackie, at age five, survived a killer car accident.
Technically, she didn't survive.
That is what she doesn't want people to know.
Her mother's side was muggle, except for Amy, who was a muggle-born witch.
Jackie's father's side was much, much powerfully frightening than that.
You see, Jackie's father wasn't just any ordinary human.
Let's see if you can piece this together.
He liked warm, dark places.
He enjoyed fire like a lover.
He enjoyed-no, LIVED off of other people's pain.
Oh, and one more crucial feature.
He was a Firedealer. One of the many followers and minions of Death himself. In this case, Jackie's father was the tribe leader of the Firedealers.
Yes, Jackie ZeDiabolas was a half-demon.
Not only that, but she was the only female demon in her family, since her father's (usually muggle. Jackie's father….enjoyed people who were less powerful than him) flings usually had boys.
So that made Jackie the only witch in her family, thus making her the most powerful, and the Heir to the Fiery thrown, which, as you know, is very, very stupid, as Firedealers are immortal. Jackie wasn't that lucky, though she can die, she can decide not to, thus her living to see the tan envelope addressed to her directly in acid green ink.
Miss J. ZeDiabolas
Orphanage for Young Angels,
6678 Elphias Ridge
Bedroom closest to the front door.
She had found the letter and immediately knew where it was from. Her mother may have been a drunk, but she had still told stories of the famous school of Hogwarts, and of her childhood.
She had snuck out that very night to go contact her father so that he could bring her to the fabled Diagon Alley and to the grand station.
The day she got there, however, she began to become nervous.
She had read of the different houses in a book she had salvaged from her mother's apartment building before she was moved to the orphanage called Hogwarts, A History.
She had read all that she could in the large book, ending in her knowing that she wouldn't fit very well in Gryffindor. She was smart and clever, but the children in Ravenclaw could figure out Jackie's secret, and that was exactly what Jackie didn't want. She didn't want to be in Hufflepuff, mainly because she knew she couldn't be with so many friendly people without accidently spilling her secret. She knew she must be stuck with Slytherin, which Jackie couldn't find herself becoming agreeable to that loved that book, with all it's magical was one of the few things that brought her comfort in the large mansion, run by the owner of the grand house, Miss Charthie, a large blonde woman with large cheeks that reminded Jackie of a very fat chipmunk, ending up in her being nicknamed "Ms. Acornface". She had been the only orphan to call the Owner this, manly because she wouldn't let herself get close to them, ending up in the other children to find her either insane or scary, depending on their age.
Anyway, back to the plotline.
When she had arrived at the brilliant train station, Jackie's father had pulled her aside.
"I don't want you getting close to any of these humans." He spat the words out as if he had eaten something rotten. "I want you to not be any more close to mortal than you have to be. I want the heir to my throne clean and mortal-free. I also want you to contact me every new-moon, have you got that?" His strangely dark blood-red eyes bored into her bright, electric blue ones. After she had agreed, her father had gone off to a store to find cigars. After he went into the store's main doors, Jackie spun around, looking at all the different shops and people, feeling wonderfully free. She started to sing one of the muggle songs her mother would sing to her before she fell asleep to herself.
"If, you ever find yourself in the middle of the sea, I'll sail the world to find you.
If you ever find yourself in the dark and you can't see, I'll be the light to guide you.
'Cause you count one me like 1, 2, 3.
I'll be there.
And I know when I need it I can count on you like 4, 3, 2.
And you'll be there.
Cause that's what friends are supposed to do. Oh yeeah.*
At least, she thought that's what friends do, as Jackie had never had anyone to be friendly to.
She didn't get very far into this thought because she had nearly hit someone in her spinning frenzy. She turned around in shock and couldn't help but stare at the boy, around her age, Jackie guessed.
He had dark, black hair that should have been ugly because it was so shaggy, but somehow worked very well with his bright, intelligent, troublesome, hazel eyes.
As he stood up, Jackie noticed he was also tall.
But before she could say anything, she felt a rough hand on her shoulder, then Jackie's arm stared to burn , as thought someone had pressed a hot pan to her arm, but she was used to it, so she didn't react that much. As her father turned her away to shove her on the train. As she was pushed into a crowd hurrying onto the scarlet train, she looked back to find the boy turn to his large family, and her heart ached with want and jealousy.