Hundreds of miles away from Hogwarts, Ron and his problems, was a huge mansion. It was one of the largest homes ever known to be built, even larger than the Malfoy Estate. The saddest thing about this, however was the homes patrons. There lived one single girl, a lonely pale girl. She had no friends; she had no family. She would have been beautiful if her long black hair had been tended to more regularly. The room she was standing in, a rather dark and dusty room, was filled with pictures. She walked up to a rather large photo (the people where MOVING!) and looked at it silently. It had a large family. A tall handsome man with short black hair and a wiry little mustache; an elegant woman with long red hair and piercing blue eyes; two young girls, one with red hair and one with black; and her. They were all smiling and oh so happy. She missed them so much. Around the pictures frame where words which read " The Lamia family. Sir Gregory, Madam Jewlea, Vista, Kita, and Reign." She ran her fingers through the letters, and paused when she got to her sisters names. Vista..Kita. She ran her fingers over their names over and over. "They died so young." She whispered. Suddenly, she made her hand into a fist, and punched the photo, the glass shattered, and the people in the picture struggled to move into another frame. "WHY DIDN'T HE TAKE ME!?????!" The girl screamed into the darkness. She sunk to her knees, and wept. Reign Lamia, the sixteen year old who lost it all when her family died.