A/N: I hope this makes up for the long wait. I don't really have an explanation about why it took so long, other than the fact I went to Friesland (Netherlands)...

I already had a cauldron and three course books. I was really exited for Archery and Dance. The uniform looked the same as the Hogwarts uniform, but with nicer colours.

I entered the first shop on the right. A Robe of Quality was written in metallic paint. A short, old witch walked towards me.
"Hello dear. I'm Madam Folley. If you could just follow me." She said. She looked very kind. We walked towards a room in the back. "Place your cloak on the hook, take your shoes off and go stand on the stool." She then proceeded to measure about every inch of my skin. All measurements got written on a floating piece of parchment. "What sport did you choose and in which year are you?" She asked five minutes later when she was done measuring.
"I'm a first year, and I chose Dance. Could I get the cloaks hooded and sleeved? " I asked.
"Of course. I will make your uniforms, chainmail and Dance shoes. They will be ready in one hour." I nodded and exited the shop, not needing any more robes or cloaks.

In the shop across from A Robe of Quality I bought all my other supplies. A new potions kit and name-tags for my uniforms were the most normal things I bought. Other things I bought were a medieval bow, arrows, a quiver for said arrows, dark blue leather wrist protectors and three short daggers. I already had three of the course books, so my bag wasn't that heavy.

"Hey, look! It's the Run-Away Potter!" A boy, he looked my age, shouted when I exited A Robe of Quality, picked up my stuff. I reminded myself of my song, I'm not afraid, and put my Ice Queen mask in place.
"I don't know who you are or what your name is, but before you talk like that, ask for the whole story!" I exclaimed.
"You don't know what I've been through." I said harshly. "Hearing my father get killed. Seeing my mother get murdered right in front of me. Living with abusive relatives. Finally escaping my relatives, making a friend in the process, only to have her turn her back at me when I most needed her. Having a tripping jinx sent at me in every corridor of the school. Having my bag cut open at the top of every stairs. Seeing the man I thought of as a father die. Being separated from the only people who were ever nice to me, returning to my abusive relatives in the process. I won't let certain people ruin my life again." I turned around and walked back to my dorm in a quick pace.
I locked myself in my room and opened my songbook. It took a lot of pages and a lot of crossing words out and I had a new song. I already had the basic chords, but it needed some more work.

This is a story that I have never told
I got to get this off my chest to let it go
I need to take back the light inside they stole
They are criminals
And he steals like he's pro

All the pain and the truth
I wear like a battle wound
So afraid, so confused
I was broken and bruised

Now I'm a warrior
Now I've got thicker skin
I'm a warrior
I'm stronger than I've ever been
And my armor, is made of steel, you can't get in
I'm a warrior
And you can never hurt me again

Out of the ashes, I'm burning like a fire
You can save your apologies, you're nothing but a liar
I've got shame, I've got scars
That I will never show
I'm a survivor
In more ways than you know

'Cause all the pain and the truth
I wear like a battle wound
So afraid, so confused
Now I'm not broken or bruised

'Cause now I'm a warrior
Now I've got thicker skin
I'm a warrior
I'm stronger than I've ever been
And my armor, is made of steel, you can't get in
I'm a warrior
And you can never hurt me

There's a part of me I can't get back
A little girl grew up too fast
All it took was once, I'll never be the same
Now I'm taking back my life today
Nothing left that they can say
'Cause they were never gonna take the blame anyway

Now I'm a warrior
I've got thicker skin
I'm a warrior
I'm stronger than I've ever been
And my armor, is made of steel, you can't get in
I'm a warrior
And you can never hurt me again
No oh yeah yeah
You can never hurt me again

Writing songs helped when I felt a strong emotion. I would just write about what had happened, reorder and rewrite sentences, take parts out and I had a song. Well, it wasn't that quick, but you get the idea.

There was a knock on my door.
"It's open!" I called. Kelly Hillegrass opened the door.
"Would you like to come play a game with us?" She asked. I nodded and followed. And so we spent the rest of the day playing games together. We continued to get to know each other. I told them about Hogwarts, and Hana Taji told us about Mahoutokoro. By the end of the evening we were on first name basis. When I went to bed I was happy, and my last thought before I fell asleep was So this is what it feels like to have friends.

Artist: Demi Lovato. Song: Warrior. I wrote it like this to show how can she (finally) stand up for herself.