Reia thought for a moment about who she was... What she was. She was so different from all of these people. She was American and her Californian accent made that obvious. She was an orphan, with no one left in the world for het except her brother, who hasn't been accepted in society for a long time. She was also a magid, a freak, a mennace. Before she could even take in the fact that she was being talked to by everyone around her at the Gryffindor table, her mind instantly shot into a flashback.
"She WILL NOT go with you! I WONT allow it!" her father screamed.
"She will go with me. She's been here longer than nessessary. We all know about how this family has treated her since her gift has revealed itself. It won't continue," the bearded man said calmly.
"She's NOT GOING!!!"
Reia immediatly sat up from her slumber and sprinted downstairs to the source of the yelling. A few feet from the front door of her home was a rather tall man with white hair and a white beard, both of which reached his knees. He was clad in royal blue robes that trailed on the ground behind him. His was in a calm stance, his hands held in front of him. He looked over at her and smiled a warm smile that reminded her of hot tea on a rainy day.
"Father?" Reia said quietly, not taking her eyes off of the man. Her father turned around, a look of suprised mixed with rage on his face. The look made her flinch. She hated that look.
"...Go back to bed..." he muttered, obviously trying to keep calm in front of the stranger. Reia turned to go back up the stairs, but the voice she heard from her bedroom, the bearded man's voice, spoke first.
"Reia, good evening. My name is Albus Dumbledore. I believe there are a few things we should talk about before you go back to your bedroom." Reia turned around and looked at the man, not realizing that her father's fists clenched at his sides. "May I ask that you spare a moment of your time?" She couldn't help but think that the man seemed humble, a source of peace. She began to walk towards him, but before she could take two steps, a fist connected to a rather muscular arm she knew as her father's came ripping through the air in front of her. A searing pain shot through her left cheekbone and sent her flying into the wall behing her... Her world darkened and the last thing she saw before she passed out was the front door flying open and a hooded man whose face was not visable throwing her father across the living room.