I do NOT own Harry Potter or anything. Yeah, I might be smart, but I'm not that smart!

There are many things that I can tell you about being an orphaned witch. One is that people assume that Voldemort killed your parents. Some of us have normal reasons, like me. My dad had drinking problems and my mum would always get angry with him, and soon he left me, my mum, and my little sister Arianna. Next thing I knew (two months after he left us) we were told that my dad had died. Not only that, but he had died because he was driving drunk. My mum was a disgrace. She cried every night, and didn't even pay attention when my little sister started being bullied at school because one of her classmates had found out the way that dad died. Mum committed suicide when I was eight and Arianna was six. We didn't understand what was happening…well, I did, sort of, but I didn't tell Arianna that mum was never going to tuck her into bed or kiss her on the forehead and say, "I love you, my little Ari" like she did every night before dad died. We got relocated to an orphanage in Oklahoma.

Eight Years Later

I woke up at two-thirty in the morning from a nightmare. It was a fight that dad and mum had a long time ago. I don't remember many of their fights, but this one stood out the most, being the one that they had the night before he ran off. I licked my lips, trying to get that nasty image out of my head. My lips were salty and cracked. I was all sweaty and icky, and Arianna was stirring in the bed next to me. I gazed at her with such a sad feeling in my heart. Tears rushed to my eyes, but I pushed them back with difficulty. I kneeled down next to her bed and sang softly in her ear, a lullaby that my mum sang to her when she was young:

I get kissed by the sun each mornin'

put my feet on the hardwood floor

I get to hear my children laughing

down the hall through the bedroom door

sometimes I sit on my front porch swing

just soakin' up the day

I think to myself

I think to myself

this world is a beautiful place.

I have been blessed

and I feel like I've found my way

I thank God for all I've been given

at the end of everyday

I have been blessed

Then I started sobbing. This is how I wanted to remember my mother. I want to remember her sing to Arianna in her little, toddler-sized bed, and then coming in to my room and stroking my hair while she sang to me, afterwards kissing my hair and telling me she loved me and Arianna more then anything. Yet, I couldn't really remember. Her sing voice was a mere echo in my head, going on and on when I didn't want it to. "Sky? Are you okay?" My sister's voice brought me back down to earth.

"Yeah, don't worry 'bout me, Ari. I just hit my head on your bead post." I fibbed. She yawned and said, "Okay, whatever…" and her head the pillow once more. I sniffed in once more and stood up to go back to sleep, but then I noticed something. I bent down and looked underneath my bed. There was something sparkling. I craned my head to see it and stuck my hand under. I felt around until my hand touch something ice cold. I grabbed it quickly and pulled my hand away. I gasped as I saw what was in my hand. There, in my very hand, was my mother's ring. I could tell because on the inside it said in elegant cursive:

To my Annabelle, my angel on earth

I felt the tears stinging in my eyes once again. They used to be in love with each other! He called her "my" Annabelle! I shoved the ring on my finger. It was a pretty ring, white gold with a single row of five small diamonds. As the diamonds glistened in the moonlight, I noticed that there was some sort of grace about this ring. I stood up and sat on my bed. The mattress creaked, and Carrie, the girl who slept across from me, gave a sleepy sigh. I went down, slowly, and tried to sleep, but it was too hard. I couldn't get my mind off the message on the ring. "I wonder why they got a divorce when they loved each other so much," I whispered into the silent summer night. I suddenly felt tired and my eyelids, now feeling even heavier then before, closed themselves and I found myself in a deep sleep.

I woke up the next morning with Arianna flicking cold water on me. "Ari! Quit it!" I whined. "Come on! Ms. Thompson thinks that we're gonna be late to catch the train!" I hopped out of bed at once, skipping on the icy cold floor the entire way to my dresser. I quickly changed into a tight crimson shirt, black jeans, a big red hoodie, and black skater shoes. I tore a brush through my hair and quickly biraded it. A slick of clear lip-gloss and I was ready to go. I flew down the stairs, my trunk clanging behind me. I ran pass Ms. Thompson, who shouted out, "You have to sit in the front because you were the last one up!" I cursed under my breath. Sitting next to the caretaker meant that you had to talk to her. I slid in the car and turned around to talk to Arianna, only she was flirting with Roy. "Ari, why didn't you wake me up sooner?" I asked, deeply annoyed at her. "Because I was the second-to-last up, so I need to get all my stuff done so I didn't have to sit in the front!" She said, as if she was doing something oh-so-completely innocent. "Hey Sky! Did you forget to put on your make-up this morning? 'Cause you look even scarier then usual!" Roy cut in. "Roy," I said as calmly as I could. "Do you WANT me to wring your neck?" Then I took out my purse and started putting my make-up on. The ride to the station was really boring.

What did you think? Please review and check out my other stories. I'm also writing one with wolves-eyes, so go check her stories out too. The one that we're writing together is called Life as a Weasly. I'll try updating soon! We meet Harry in the next chapter! My goal is 1,000 words a chapter!

Katie