"Alice! Alice! Where did that little devil run off to..." The voice of Ms. Buthford yelled through the front lawn of the orphanage. Alice herself could hear her, but had decided to stay in her hiding spot. She had found it years ago and ever since it had been the only area besides her room she could find escape in.

The area itself wasn't that hard to find. If someone actually put in the effort to find her they probably could. But that was the catch, people never actually wanted to have to find her. When people needed somthing from her they usually just waited outside her room. The fact that Ms. Buthford actually was looking for her outside must have meant it was somthing important.

Her hiding spot itself was a little clearing in the bushes that where on the side of the orphanage. It provided nice cover from the wind and an area to escape from the eyes of the other children from time to time. It was where she also met her other friends. The plants, most would see them as being boring and motionless without the wind, but Alice knew better.

-( Four years ago)-

Alice couldn't stop the tears that fell down her face nor the pain from when they slid down her cheeks into the cut under her eye. It was her second week here and she already felt just as useless as she did at the Dursley's.

She had found a small clearing in some bushes to take shelter in as she let her emotions flood out of her. Emotions that a seven year old girl should never have to feel.

Alice had trusted them, they had told her they where here to help her, to get rid of the screaming at night. They had made her feel strong, somthing she had rarely felt her whole life, but it was all an act.

Alice reached down to her wrist where her bracelet had been just a few hours ago. It was the only thing she had that had belonged to her mother. And now it was in the hands of those who only wanted to use her. The one item she held... closest to her heart..."

As Alice buried her head into her arms and continued to sob, she failed to notice that the tears that came out of her eyes sparkled and pulsed with somthing deep within. As they hit the dirt and soaked into the ground, the plants themselves seemed to shift and bring themselves inwards upon Alice. Not in a harming way, but in an almost comforting embrace.

Alice let her eyes flash with joy at the memory, the discovery of just another way her gift worked. It was funny just how much this place had changed her since she first arrived. It almost seemed comical to her, the way she acted when she was younger.

Her younger self and her now where not that much different in Alice's mind. The only difference was now she was smart, and she knew how to control her gifts and use them to her advantage. She was powerful.

As the day wore on Alice admired the small insects and animals that would walk around her. There wasn't much else to really do. It's not like a family was ever going to come adopt her. Alice had blown that bridge long ago when she went down the path she was on now.

No, most who came saw her for what the children saw her as, a freak. A smirk slowly formed over Alice's face as she though over it. She knew she was better than them, if that made her a freak she didn't care. One day when she did eventually get out of the orphanage she would enact her life plans. Number one would be to go find Harry, she wondered if he was still with the Dursley's or if they grew tired of him and decided to dump him one day too.

When Alice did finally decide to go inside, she was greeted with quite a shock. A letter, addressed to her. Ms. Buthford attempted to chew her out for staying outside for so long. But Alice payed no mind. Her only concern was what someone would want with her. The letter was addressed to her and had written on it the location of her room within the Orphanage.

With slight hesitation, Alice slowly made her way upstairs to her room and closed the door behind her. Taking more time to observe the actual envelope she noticed it looked like no letter she had ever seen. The paper looked old and slightly yellow, and the writing on it was amazing.

With slight trepidation, Alice allowed herself to open the envelopes and take out the pieces of paper inside. As she unfolded the strange yellow paper and let her eyes slowly cross over the words, her mouth began to hang.

"Witchcraft?"

(A half our Later)

"Edward please open up! It's me!" Alice said as she hopped back and forth frantically between her two legs while standing outside his door. She needed to know if she was the only one to have received a letter. Edward was the only other one she knew who could do things similar to her, and she needed to know if this was a prank.

The door slowly opened to reveal the brown haired boy. His face was tense and serious. Alice watched as his eyes shifted back and forth down they hallway before he grabbed her arm and pulled her in to his room.

"Your here about this right?"Edward said as he pulled a familiar looking yellow paper from his pocket. "Ive been waiting to talk to you about it all day." He added with a huff as he plopped himself on to his bed.

"Do you think it's a real? A school where they teach kids like us?" Alice asked with a slight hint of desperation in her voice. The very thought of it, a place where people like her and Edward wouldn't be seen as freaks, but as normal.

"I mean it has to be, think about it we already know we are special, how can there not be others out there like us?" Edward said while laughing. "It's a bit strange, I always wondered when we would meet someone else with the gift."

Alice sat on the ground and pulled out her note from her pocket, taking another loook over it. The supply list that was included in it had so many different items that she had no idea how to obtain. "A cauldron, Edward where the bloody hell do we get one of those!?" She said in a frustrated tone.

"Why don't they send someone to us instead of giving us this letter? How am I supposed to know what any of this means?" She thoguht as she put her hands on her head. Money would also be a problem as neither her nor Edward had any.

"Maybe there is a way to get in contact with them? It says somthing about an owl here..." Edward said before he was interrupted by a scratching at the window.

Both Alice and Edward looked up to see what had made the noise, but all they could see was a faint outline of somthing behind the curtains of the window. Alice slowly got up and walked over the window, placing a hand on the curtain.

With a deep breath she pulled it back and felt her face falter at the sight in front of her. It was a small brown barn owl that greeted her sight, it's bright orb like eyes stared straight at Alice before it gave a shake of its wings.

After recovering from the mental shock of what was in front of her, Alice quickly opened the window after she noticed it had somthing tied to its leg. "Hey, hey don't let that in here!" Edward yelled out in protest as he backed up further on his bed.

"You said the letter said somthing about an owl! And look at its leg." Alice said while pointing to the bird that hopped itself into the room.

"Well then you get the letter, I don't want to be clawed up!" Edward spat out in a way that made Alice smile.

"Ohhhh poor Edward is afraid of an owl." She said with a small pout on her face. "Your rich, if you can bare being around me this owl is nothing I assure you." She added while reaching down to the owls leg to remove the paper.

To her surprise the bird didn't react in any way. The most it did was acknowledge her by turning to face her as she got lower. Alice let her fingers get to work, untying the small knot that held the paper to its leg.

"Can they make it anymore tight?" She thought as her fingers slowly undid the last part of the knot. Whoever had tied it had no respect for her or the animal.

After unfolding the paper and reading over it Alice let out a sigh of relief. The letter itself explained that the owl was for students who may not have access to an owl for messaging purposes.

After relaying the information to Edward he slowly made his way back over and actually got close to the owl. "Guess I have to get used to them if there used to send messages..." He groaned out while putting his chin into his hands.

"Well I for one am going to write a response, I have questions that need answering. Do keep the owl safe for a while alright?" Alice said as she headed for the door to the hallway.

"Hey! Now that's not fai..." Alice didn't hear the rest of his sentence as she closed his door and slowly made her way back to her room. As she walked through the hallway thousands of questions crossed her mind.

"Owls for communication? That does seem a bit... strange. And all these things I need, where can you even find those in England?" She thought before someone stepped out in front of her in the hallway.

It was a boy she recognized, but in all honesty she couldn't remember his name, mainly because it wasn't important. She already knew why he was there though.

"If you don't mind I would like to go to my room." Alice said in a calm voice. She could see right in to the boys eyes. He put on a face of bravery, but on the inside he was terrified.

"Y-ou need to stop messing with that new girl right now alright. I mean it!" They boy half yelled out. Alice merely rolled her eyes. She could tell that he himself was new and knew exactly why he was here. Some of the older boys had made the initation into their group a year ago, and one thing it included was going and trying to stand up to Alice, alone.

"Listen I don't have time for this, look how dark it's getting outside... and inside." Alice said with a hushed voice.

Alice looked the boy in the face and felt disgust run through her. She already knew what the boy thought of her, she could already hear the whispers that had been shot into his ear. "Freak, monster, evil" all of these words she had heard throughout her stay.

"It's people like you who brought this upon yourself." Alice thought as she looked up slightly at the light bulb above them. She focused all of her hate and anger on it, and to her delight it began to dim and flicker.

The boy in front of her began to shake and he quickly looked between the light and Alice. "FREAK! Stop it! Stop it now!" He yelled while waving his arms out in desperation.

The bulb suddenly popped and glass went flying around them. The boy quickly screamed and went off running towards the other end of the hall. None of the glass had hit him, much to Alice's joy. She didn't want any proof of the instance.

Unfortunately, a small cut had appeared under her left cheek where one of the shards had gone flying. She didn't fret it to much though. Most of her injuries healed quickly and easy, rarely showing any signs or scars later.

Alice quickly made her way back to her room and sat down at the desk next to her window. She would need to write a response to the letter from Hogwarts and bring it over to Edward. Looking over at her clock she saw that it was getting close to curfew. "Better bring it by tomorrow, hopefully he or the owl don't kill eachother." She thought as she pulled out a piece of paper and pen.

"How do I even start it? Do I address whatever her name was? What do I ask?" Questions like these went through Alice's head for ten solid minutes before she quickly snapped herself out of thinking.

"Just start to write Alice, it will come to you." She said quietly to herself. After taking in one last deep breath and blinking a few times, she moved her hand down to the paper and began to write.

After a solid 30 minutes Of writing multiple drafts, Alice finally came up with a letter she thought seemed appropriate. It started off by accepting her offered position at the school, but went on to ask about the topic of money and the stores which she could buy her supplies at.

After finally finsishing her last sentence she put her pen down and noticed how heavy her eyes felt. Alice was known to stay up much later than this, and was surprised to find herself feeling tired. She quickly chalked it up to the fact she had just discovered she was a witch, and slowly pulled herself up and onto her bed.

Lying there for a few minutes, she slowly brought her hand up to feel under her eye. There was no longer any indication that there had been any damage done at all. She smiled lightly to herself till her mind thought of the one scar she did carry.

Raising the back of her hair up, she felt the scar that went across the back middle part of her neck. It had been given to her by her uncle. The mere thought of the man brought so much anger into her stomache that she felt her bed begin to rattle. Alice had to quickly calm herself down. She knew if she didn't her gift would probably break her bed.

If Alice ever had the chance to get rid of her scar, she didn't think she would. It was a reminder, of the past, her past, of why she decided to become strong.

Soon sleep came upon Alice and her dreams drifted off into a world of joy and no worries. Little did she know, her brother would be awake all night, wondering how to get his hands on his letter, and wondering if the sister he lost years ago would receive a letter too.

-(Alright that's it for chapter one, a bit of a short one and not the most exciting in my opinion, next chapter will be posted either next Saturday or Sunday. My schedule goal is one chapter a week, and I want all future chapters to at least be six thousand words or more. Next one will be a lot of fun, it's Diagon Alley afterall.)-