I'm not normal. In fact, I'm the farthest thing from normal. Harry knows me as another person, another, Plain Jane face in the crowd. But the Ministry of Magic knows me as a project.

I don't know why it's my mission, but until the war breaks out, I'm watching Potter. I pretend to be a student, Griffindor, of course. Fudge and Shane say I could of gotten in that house without pulling strings (or using telepathy, another benifit of 'The Juice"). It doesn't really matter to me.
I pass my time after classes in Hogwarts by trying to find out as much as I can about Project Raven. It was started in 1964. I know the alchemists, they don't take 23 years to finally come up with a working formula. Shane and the others aren't telling me something, I guess it for my own good.

In 1987, I was born. The date was March 8. I have elbow-length chestnut hair, and blue eyes. I'm telepathic, extremly athletic, yada, yada, yada . . . the list is endless. I'm 6'1, and weigh 118 pounds. That is all I know about myself.

There is no Mother who took care of me, no Father, either. I don't have a family. No, I'm not a test-tube baby, they just . . were never there. I don't think about them. there's no need to. I am supposed to be the perfect witch. That means no real love. Love is a flaw. .

A flaw I wish I had.