"Miss Mea, your mail." A pretty young woman nodded, reaching out for the letters. A short older man, named Greg Harddare, handed the young woman a small stack of letters. Silently she opened one, and another, and yet another; letting each one drop on to the ground. The last one seemed smaller than the others; looking at the front it read Hogwarts. Opening it her eyes widened, she gave the letter to the man. He quickly read it and nodded.

"You'll be leaving now then?" After watching her get up and smile, "Your jacket then?" He draped a black cloak like robe over her shoulders. She smiled, and walked out the door into the cool October air. He looked around, and his eyes landed on the letters on the floor. "More invitations to sing." He sighed and followed the woman out the door.

The breeze blew through the young woman's dark brown hair. She wore a long black skirt, and long sleeved black lacey shirt under her robe. She looked around her home, a huge grey house. At the top was a large bay window, the place where she had spent many of her days for several years now, looking out, waiting for someone to return. Turning away she looked around her property. She remembered her fifth year at Hogwarts; it had been her best to remember. All the years before she had been rather bookish and shy; and not well liked. As she began remembering, Mr. Harddare spoke, "Your carriage." The woman stepped into the horse drawn carriage.

The woman stuck her head out the window of the carriage, looking down the dirt road lined with trees. The same roads I rode with him. A frown was placed upon her face at this thought.

Finally the great castle of Hogwarts began to show in the distance. Mr. Harddare, who had been in the carriage cart with her, shouted something to the carriage driver, but she didn't notice. She didn't care. She was too busy thinking about the first time she saw it. She had been 11, and quite scared to leave home. She had always grown up close to her family. They were very rich and powerful purebloods, but had never been accused of the dark arts for hundreds of years, unlike many other purebloods at the time. The first time she had arrived at Hogwarts she found its great castle shell calming, and she still did to this day.

The woman and Mr. Harddare quickly entered the school, it was lunch time. Some were running around the halls, but most were, as the woman saw as she passed, in the great hall, eating. The woman sighed as she passed the great halls, wishing for things the way they once were. They reached the many staircases and spotted an older woman, and three young children. They were perhaps in they're sixth year, the young woman guessed as she stared at them. One red hair boy, a bushy brown haired girl, and a boy with dark hair and glasses, the younger woman stopped, now staring at the group. The older woman looked closer to her and gasped, "Mea, you're here. Welcome." The young woman looked away from the boy to the older woman she recognized as McGonagall. Nodding at McGonagall, the young woman looked back at the boy and his friends and continued with Mr. Harddare.

As soon as the young woman and Mr. Harddare were out of site the boy with dark hair and glasses looked at McGonagall. "Um, who was that?" He asked, she had stared at him strangely, not that most don't, but more than usual.

McGonagall quickly looked away from the passing figure to the boy, "That Mr. Potter, was Mea Sandony."

"The Mea Sandony? The singer?" The red haired boy asked in shock.

"Yes, the very one. She used to go to school here." McGonagall answered.

"Oh yes! I remember something about her in a book I read once, I forget which one." The brow haired girl answered, as the red head made a comment about the girl and books, but was quickly shut up with her look. "She once was a famous opera singer, supposed to be the best of our time, but mysteriously gave it up."

"She refuses to speak anymore." McGonagall added.

"My mum loved her." The red head boy added, looking a little sad.

"She was quite popular, though I don't know if anything will bring her back to sing again." McGonagall sighed as she looked in the direction she went in.

"How did you know her professor?" The girl asked curious.

"She was in her seventh year when I first came to teach here. She was quite smart and good friends with your mother, if I remember correctly." Harry watched in the direction she left, thinking of her and his father being friends. McGonagall began to think of Mea at school. She was always with him, or singing. She had other friends, she was actually quite popular, but then she had only met her in the last year at Hogwarts.

Mea Sandony sighed as she walked toward Dumbledore's office. He had requested her attendance here as soon as possible. He had said it was important. She wondered if he thought he could actually get her to speak. What could he say that was so important?

As she walked through his office door, she felt a strange feeling. And the look on Dumbledore's face, was it pity? She didn't know what to think as he put on a fake smile, and offered her a seat. "Miss Sandony, please have a seat, how are you?"

Mr. Harddare began to answer when Mea refused to sit. "Miss Mea has stopped speaking..."

"He's dead, isn't he?" A cold yet beautiful voice rang out of the office. Mr. Harddare stared in disbelief, as Dumbledore smiled at the voice. It was Mea, the first time she had spoke in years.

Dumbledore's smiled was quickly replaced with a frown, "Yes."

"..." Mea stared at her hands while she thought. He was dead, and she would never see him again. Oh how she wished it wasn't so.

"Maybe we should continue this later; there are some others who need to be here to help explain things. Would you like to see the grounds again?" He offered.

Mea nodded, turning around and quickly leaving before Dumbledore or Mr. Harddare could follow. Mr. Harddare tried to follow her, but Dumbledore held his hand out. "Let her go on her own. She'll be back later."

"She loved him, you know. Stopped singing once he was caught. She eventually stopped speaking. This was the first time in many long years." Mr. Harddare began to tell Dumbledore.

"I know."

"She sat in her window every day after he had escaped, wishing he would come back to see her. He never did."

"Ah, but he did."

"He did? When?" Mr. Harddare searched Dumbledore for an answer.

Mea walked through the halls as fast as she could. It really hadn't been that long since she had been there, everything seemed the same; except the people. Somehow she found herself in front of the portrait that held behind it the Gryffindor common room. Staring at the picture a scene began to unfold before her eyes. A 15 year old girl with long dark brown hair was standing with a boy who seemed to be about the same age as her. She was screaming something at him, and he was just standing there with a smirk on his face. She was so mad she couldn't even remember the password into the common room. He whispered something to her, "You know you're cute when you're mad." And the he kissed her. Her eyes widened in shock as he yelled out the password and walked past her into the common room still smirking. Mea looked painful as she watched and then it was gone. She closed her eyes and continued past the common room to outside on the grounds.

Mea looked around, it was cold out as she looked out on the great lake that the first years rode on to get to the school for the first time. Another scene began to play out again. There was a small skinny 11 year old with her dark brown hair pulled back in a ponytail and glasses; she wasn't very pretty. She was sitting in a boat with two other people, one boy, one girl. She held in her hand a note, from her mother, and the boy with blonde hair pulled it from her reading it and laughing at her. "Momma's little baby is scared to leave?" He taunted her while she screamed at him to give it back. Instead he threw it into the water. Mea clenched her fists as she continued past that part of the lake on.

Mea sat at the edge of the lake, remembering all of her memories at Hogwarts

The young girl from the lake was standing in a group of first year; their first time in the great hall. They looked around at all the people, absorbing it all. "Mea Sandony." A teacher called out. The girl stepped through the people as she made her way to the front and was quickly tripped by the blonde boy from earlier. All the students in the room bust out laughing as she stared at the ground walking towards the stool and the hat. It was quickly placed on her head and began to speak to her. It told her things she didn't know about herself until it called out "Gryffindor!" She got up slowly as she blonde boy snickered and she sat at the Gryffindor table.

She heard two older girls whispering to each other, "That got into Gryffindor; things must have changed since we were sorted." They quickly saw her staring at them. The one who was speaking glared at her and then quickly said, "I'm Jeanne, and this is Miko. You are?"

Mea looked shocked, "Uh, Mea." She stuttered.

"Well Mea," Miko spoke, she had long raven black hair that was up in two buns on the side of her head. "You can hang out with us." A sly smiled played on her lips.

"Uh yeah." Jeanne, who had long wavy blonde hair, spoke. "You need someone who knows the ropes around here. Even though we're 6th years we'll help you out."

Mea couldn't believe how nice they were being. She was shocked; she had never had friends before. "Th... Thanks." She smiled.

Over the next few weeks Mea was always found following Jeanne, Miko, and their other friends, Katie and Heather, around. Carrying their books and being the object of their jokes. She didn't mind though, they talked to her. No one else did. One day Mea saw Miko in the halls with Henry, Heathers boyfriend, and they were making out. Mea squealed, "Miko! But what about Heather?"

Henry looked up at her, "Heather? Get lost kid." Miko just giggled, but Mea wouldn't leave. Henry noticed her not leaving, "Listen, leave now! Or I'll make you."

The next day Henry and three of his friends cornered Mea, they had found out that Mea had told Heather. "You!" They called at her. They quickly caught her and pulled her into an empty room. They pulled at her skirt and shirt, as she screamed for help. "You haven't even begun to grow yet." They all laughed as she was forced onto a desk. Just as she thought she was about to be raped someone came in and screamed.

Mea got up, fixing her clothes. Tears streaming down her face, "Heather! Thank you!" She went to hug Heather but she was shoved away.

"Go away freak! No one wants to see you again. I only did that so you would shut up." And with that Heather left Mea alone in the room. The next day none of the girls would speak to her, no one would.

For the next few years she was always picked on, and didn't have any friends.