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Time slowly ticked away as you continued to read, hours, days, who knew. You seldom found your feet taking you to the great hall, carrying a book with you so you could eat and read at the same time, but sometimes you did it with out even realizing you were eating. It was all a big blur. There were so many things to learn, so many powerful things, deadly things. Draco seemed impressed with how fast you took to the Dark Arts, practicing curses and hexes without lifting a finger. You could preform them well enough, it was just the aiming you had a problem with. Hex after hex, book after book, darkness was welling up inside you like a plague and you didn't even know it. There were times though that you were like you were before you knew about the magic world, happy and alive, willing to befriend many people, but those times didn't happen very often and when they did, they didn't last long.

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The first letter came August 31st. A large brown, unmarked barn owl had flown in through the high window, that had been opened because it was a particularly pleasant day outside. i One of the school owls... /i you thought, taking the letter enclosed in its talons, remembering the first time you did that, not so long ago. You tried petting it but it nicked your finger and flew away. Stupid birds.

Dear er, person,

Hey, I figured I would be the first to start these letters, I don't even know what to say. If I'm in 6th year then you obviously are too, and you arent in my house so I guess that narrows it down right? Anyways Dumbledore didn't say anything about saying a little about us without giving it away. I'm a guy, if that means anything, I guess im not short.. but I'm not exactly tall either. Anyways, you know this is nice, not having to share the innermost workings of myself without getting bombarded with stupid questions and such. Sometimes the people you hang out with dont understand you nearly enough. Maybe I'm overreacting, then again, maybe not. What classes do you take? You don't have to tell me the order so I can't hunt you down or anything, not that I would. Whatever. I'm talking in circles now, what a waste of parchment, anyways maybe you can come up with something more important and witty than I could. Thought of the day: What goes around comes around.

With almost-sortof-not-really-friendship,

Person you don't know and who doesn't even know himself

The letter made you giggle. This guy was funny, whoever he was, and the letter brightened up your day which was beginning to feel darker by the minute. You thought carefully before pulling out a blank piece of new parchment and bottle of writing ink. You pulled out a quill and sucked on the tip a bit before lowering it into the ink bottle and writing your first letter to whoever he was.

Dear Stranger,

Well at least someone around here makes me laugh. Now, let me be discreet for a bit. Things hve just been changing so much its hard trying to cope. I've lost contact recently with some one the people I love and it's hard here, you know, just trying to fit in. I'm really behind here, I feel like I'm being left in the dust you know? Of well, on a more humorous note, I accidentally set fire to someone in my dorm last week. Don't ask how, it's complicated, Hopefully you're a little complicated so you can relate... but not too complicated. Whatever, now I'm talking in circles! Anyways, write back.

Sincerley not-really-yours,

Mysterious

You looked it over making sure you didn't put in too much information and sealed it shut magically like Malfoy taught you and you traveled your way to the owelry tower so you could sent it off. Getting there was the easy part but getting back was proving to be more difficult i Let's see.. I'm supposed to be in the dungeons.. where was that staircase.. OUCH/i You were just bombarded by a water balloon that was thrown unceremoniously by the poltergeist you'd heard so much about. "Peeves! You come back here!" you yelled after him as he cackled and flipped in the air, blowing loud raspberries in your general direction. "PEEVES!" You were dripping wet. You used your abilities to send a gust of warm wind towards you in a feeble attempt to dry yourself off.

"Oh hooo! It's the powers girl! Oh the day when I get to outsmart you! Bahaha you little scumball!" that was when it happened first, you look at the floor and your feet hovered lightly and then you just sort of came back down.

"What the..." you said outloud, thinking of the telekinesis that was far from being perfected. Perhaps you were able to cause yourself to lift off the floor. Ignoring Peeves to the best of your ability you tried again. Nothing. What was the use of having powers when you couldn't control them all the time?

Flustered you wondered around after throwing off Peeves when he found some first years to torture. You found your way down the marble grandstaircase and chanced a glance out on the sunny grounds and realized that you hadn't been outside since you arrived, being enticed by the mystical forces of he books you were reading. Classes would be staring in around a month for you anyways, after the Quidditch teams were picked. i Quidditch/i you had completely forgotten. You knew how to get to the Slytherin common room from the great hall so you darted down to the dungeons. 10 minutes later you arrived out on the sun filled grounds and began walking towards the Quidditch pitch. You pulled out your Firebolt that was still wrapped in crumpled brown paper. The handle gleamed and sparkled in the later summer sun and you ached to fly. You put it in bewteen your legs and sort of jumped. Nothing happened.. Why.. why why why! You really did have no idea what you were doing, just like Harry had said some weeks before. You looked around and sure enough, Harry and Ron were coming in your direction, brooms thrown haphazardly over their shoulders.

"Borealis" Harry said nonchalantly.

"Oh dear, why so formal Harry?" you asked feigning a pout.

"Whatever, oh and look, you have your broomstick, isn't that darling? I can't beleive your still going to try out for the team.. that is what you're doing right?" You didn't answer. He chuckled like a know-it-all and yelled "UP!" simultaneously with Ron and flipped a leg over his broom and kicked off the squishy green grass. You copied him and this time it actually worked and you soared into the air feeling a glorious rushing in your stomach.

Whoops, have to slow down know.. okay there you thought to yourself, hovering high above the Hogwarts grounds. You lost sight of boy wonder and his redheaded stalker and decided it was all for the best. Sometimes they were soo... AH! You know? You tested out going faster, slower, higher, lower and even got in a few good dives before deciding that you couldn't handle much more that day. You landed somewhat less gracefully than you had intended. Oh well, good for your first time anyways. Julian Rimms, saw you flying, he's from Slytherin, don't worry, and offered to help you out because you had some raw talent but it could definately use some fine tuning. Okay, a lot. He was a little forceful about it, his words trying to come out understanding but his cold eyes gave him away. You declined but not because of his rudeness. You were getting used to it, everyone in your house had that look, of coldness, and icy glares. You wondered if you were beginning to get that look No, you just knew what you wanted, and would do almost anything to get it. Wasn't that what the sorting hat had said.

Later that evening, you continued your reading Volume VIII in the Dark Arts books. Days filled with reading and night when Malfoy didn't have cleases, you were tutored in years one through five. Spells, jinxes, transfiguration, notes on potions, so much information but some you would hardly ever use anyways like a shrinking jinx or a befuddlement charm. Plus they were not very interesting at all. Wingardium Leviosa, the floating spell, you could do with your head anyways. Malfoy said potions class wouldn't be that bad since you were a Slytherin and Snape always favored Slytherins and didn't have any problem showing it. Overall you were probably around a rough 4th year student by now, except the dark arts, you were obsenely skilled in that general area.

The week coming up to your classes beginning had arrived. Quidditch tryouts came and went, you decided tht you didn't have the time for Quidditch this year and it would be much easier to practice getting better at magic first and perfecting your skills. Ah skills, speaking of which. You were casually re-flipping through u Rise and Fall of the Dark Arts /u when you realized that you had skipped an entire chapter! Bingo. An excerpt read:

"Where the wave of moonlight glosses,

The dim grey sands with light,

Far off by the furthest Rosses,

we foot it all the night.

Weaving olden dances, Mingling hands and mingling glances,

Till the moon had taken flight.

To and fro we leap and chase the frothy bubbles while the world is full of troubles and anxious in its sleep.

Come away oh magic child to the waters and the wild,

Follow Medea, hand in hand,

For the world is more full of weeping than you can understand."

The Medea, descendants of the one true Medea, a witch with a fiery and ruthless temperment was in love long ago to a man named Aegeus who rejected her. Her rage was that of a special kind and when it became too much for her, she completely lost control. From then on, her rage was incapable of being put out and she didn't rest until she killed anyone and everyone that came across her path. The descendants of Medea are said to hold such power, that the use of a wand is unnesesary. The last documented Medea was in 1682, a man by the name of Theodore...

There it was, plain and simple. It had been right there in front of you. You continued to read.

Medea are able to, if controlled, use their powers for good or evil. Not much is known about the Medea because many risk harm to themselves before realizing their true potential. Medea may also be able to do other things, even float. A young german born witch in 1312 had a journal that described her tales of...

It went on to describe more documented moments and escapades with the Medea. This means you were the first documented Medea in over 300 years. Possible members may have passed through this very school without the knowlage of the professors. Enchanting.

"What''s with you?" Malfoy spat, coming up behind you and interupting your thoughts. You brushed him away and turned back determined to find out all you could about... was it a species?

It is said that Medea refused the angel of death, refused to die, or be taken away. Her rath had consumed not only her body but her soul as well. Some legends say she is waiting for someone to share her rath with. Simply waiting, waiting in unadulteraded fury.

That was it. From then on you vowed to yourself that you would practice day and night, taking lively potions to keep you up when you felt drowsy. You were just about to begin homing your powers into your hands to form a fireball when the second letter came. You opened it hastily and the owl stayed this time.

Dearest Mysterious,

You couldn't even begin to imagine how complicated I can be. It's almost like I'm a completely different species all together, you know? Not a single soul could ever understand what I'm going through right? Well, thats what I tell myself anyway. Maybe. Not to sound insufferable or anything. How are you complicated? You seem perfectly normal to me. Trudging through adolesence just like the rest of us. I'm sorry to hear you find it hard to fit in. It's hard for me to. If all is lost, you can turn to me because you can expect a true, unbiased answer seeing as though we've probably never met. Oh well, Snape's potion essay is calling my name, hope to hear from you soon. br

Your Favorite Stranger, hopefully.

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Dear Stranger,

I'm sure you aren't as complicated as you seem, and beleive me, of all people I would know about being a different species, thats completely rhetorical by the way. And yea, you didnt sound insufferable in the least. Well, I'm still on that path to finding out who I really am, in more than one way. You seem so easy going, how could it be hard for you to fit in? Oh well, so what classes do you take... which ones do you hate? Just trying to find out which classes you like and what not haha, and as for your closing, you are by far my favorite stranger. Speaking of being a stranger, are you up for meeting? Like after Halloween? We should meet and talk you know... if I like you on parchment who's to say I wouldn't like you in real life? Just let me know what you think.

Mysteriously Yours XO

You looked over the letter like you did in the past letter to make sure you didnt say anything you shouldnt have and attached it to the large brown barn owl's leg and it took flight out to whoever it was going to. You stared after it before it disappeared, completely losing track of what you were doing before you got the 2nd letter. Oh yes, Medea.