Hogwarts:
I'd been here for sixteen years. I'd never left Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry. Dumbledore had tried to place me with a Magical family, but no one wanted anything to do with a girl who wasn't one of them. From what I remember, my parents and I left our planet Furia, some 3,000 light-years away, sixteen years ago, when I was three to escape mass destruction of our planet by the Necromongers. They were killing everybody because of some vision a Seer had that a Furian would kill the leader. 300 of our people became Necromongers. About 6,000 of us escaped here to Earth to escape persecution. Another 9,991,000 of our people were slaughtered. My parents, before they left me here, told me that I would some day unite our people and rule over them. That I would be the one to take our people back to Furia and live our lives in peace, under my rule. As far as I know, a Necro, who jumped onto the ship we took to get here, killed my parents. He never knew I was alive. He only knew that my parents were Furians and that he had to kill them.
I started my witch training when I was eleven. I was in Gryffindor House and was thought to be a freak because of the unusual tattoo looking thing on my chest, just above my breast. But it was no tattoo, it was the mark of our people and as long as I bore this mark, I would always know my way home. I would always know that I was to bring order to our scattered people. I was nineteen and older then my fellow peers. I wasn't in any class, but I still slept in Gryffindor House. Dumbledore, the headmaster, thought it was best that I stay in the house and help others that needed help. I never thought I'd come face to face with some of the Furian race at Hogwarts. I guess they got letters because they were at the sorting. They were put into different houses, and only two were put in Gryffindor House. I was the only one that saw the mark on there chests. I saw through there clothes to know they were of my kind. But I could tell by the looks on their faces, they didn't know what had happened to their people or race. I could tell they knew they were different from the others among them.
Of course, it's said that all Furians have the same eyes. The planet was mostly in the dark, and almost every Furian wore goggles when they got old enough too. That was the main reason I was called a freak. I was always wearing goggles no matter what.