Robin's dreams turn into nightmares. She ignores the green spells bursting out of wands. She ignores the blood and the carnage, but there's one dream she can't ignore.

Sometimes she dreams of Halloween, other times she sees a man fall into a veil, but most days she sees people dying all around her.

Remus Lupin

Nymphadora Tonks

Fred Weasley

Colin Creevey

Lavender Brown

Tonight is no different, Robin is sitting in the middle of the battlefield with her hands over her ears and eyes shut tightly.

"Robin!"

Robin's eye widen in shock, no one had called her name out before. It's her father running towards her and her mother not far behind him.

She stands up alarmed, "Papa, no-"

"Avada Kedavra!"

Robin wakes up with tears in her eyes and limbs tangled in her blanket. She shakily gets out of bed and walks to her parent's room. Her mother's soft snores fill the room and her father shivers because the blanket has been stolen by the person next to him.

Robin drifts to her father's side and pokes him, "Papounet."

It's a name Robin hasn't called her father in years and it groggy wakes him up. "Robin?"

Robin tugs at the bottom of her shirt suddenly feeling silly. She's not really 11 years old, she shouldn't be asking this.

Her father turns to her, this time fully awake, "What's wrong?"

Robin shyly looks away, "Can I sleep with you?"

Robin's never asked that question before, not even when the power goes out during thunderstorms. The surprise is evident on her father's face but Robin is desperate.

"Please?"

Louis Lavina pulls his daughter in the middle of his bed without any questions. His daughter had always been a little different, the first few months she was born she refused to cry and they thought something was terribly wrong with her, but she was always his little bird. A little more independent, a little more smarter than other kids. There was nothing he could deny her of.

Robin's heart finally stops racing and her tight fist uncoil slowly. She sighs in content and drifts off to her mother's gentle snores.

The nightmare spooks Robin and she finds herself dreading the trip to Diagon Alley the next morning. Professor Flitwick escorts them to the Leaky Cauldron and points them in the direction of Gringotts to exchange their Muggle money. He then hurries off to Hogwarts and Robin feels guilty as she only managed to mumble, "Hello." and nothing else.

It's too late to do anything else and Robin numbly watches as her parents exchange their pounds for galleons.

Her mother excitedly points to shops and crosses off the things supplies list. Robin had spent a while searching through the pile of books in Flourish & Blotts. Besides her mandatory course books, her parents bought her four books for personal reading. The leave the bookstore and Robin starts to feel somewhat relaxed until she realizes they only have one item left to buy, her wand.

"Mum, can I get a pet?"

Robin points to 'Students may also bring an owl OR a cat OR a toad' and her parents exchange a look. Robin's never asked for much, maybe a couple of books here or there, but she never demanded for anything more than that.

Her mother smiles, "You may buy a pet."

Robin is unsure what kind of pet she wants. Owls never really interested her and she was never a cat person. Maybe, that was what lead her into this situation.

She excitedly pointed to the tank, "Isn't he cute Papa?"

Louis scratches his head, "Are you sure Robin?"

Maryanne grabs Robin by the hand and leads her in the opposite direction of the store, "Look at this kitten, don't you think it's a much better pet?"

Robin points back to the tank, "Everyone wants a cat, Mum. Look how lonely he looks."

Robin looks at her father with puppy-dog eyes, "Can I buy him, please?"

Her mother sighed and walked up to the counter, "We would like that toad."

Robin smiled at her father, "His name is Phil."

"Okay, it's time to buy your wand."

They walked into the Ollivanders: Makers of Fine Wands and a shiver went up Robin's spine. A man stood at the counter with pale silvery eyes. Robin didn't think she had the right to judge since her blue-grey eyes clashed with her golden blonde hair, but she couldn't help wonder why his eyes seemed to glow.

"Good afternoon, a new wizard in the family I presume?"

Her father nodded proudly, "Yes, Robin's the first in both our families."

Mr. Ollivander narrowed his eyes at her, "Robin, what's your last name?"

Robin nervously replied, "Robin Lavina, sir."

"Hmmm. Which is your wand arm?"

Without any questions, Robin lifted out her left hand and silently watched as he measured all around her.

"We don't get many left-handed people in my shop.", Mr. Ollivander commented softly.

Robin shuttered, she didn't like the way he looked at her.

Her mother placed her hand on the back of her shoulder, "Will that be a problem?"

Mr. Ollivander picked up a wand and shook his head to himself, "It was believed for many centuries that left-handedness was associated with dark magic."

Louis leaned forward, "Is it true?"

"No.", Mr. Ollivander picked up a wand and held it out for Robin, "Willow and unicorn hair. Ten inches and springy. Give it a try."

Robin gave it a slight wave and shrugged when nothing occurred. Mr. Ollivander snatched it and placed another in her hand, "Pine and Unicorn hair."

A slight wave and all the lights were flickering in the shop. Mr. Ollivander grabbed it before smiling softly, "Cherry and dragon heartstring. twelve inches and flexible."

When nothing occurred, Robin sighed in relief. Maybe this was a mistake.

"You're not the only tricky customer I had today Ms. Lavina." He quickly turned back to her and narrowed his eyes once more, "Of course! Why didn't I see that before?"

"Silver Lime wood and a phoenix feather core."

This time a light bulb exploded and Robin quickly put the wand back down back down.

Mr. Ollivander muttered to himself and grabbed another wand, "Elm and Phoenix Feather. Twelve and three-quarter inches with supple flexibility"

Robin hesitantly grabbed the wand and a rush of warmth came over her. It was like something that was always empty inside her that was finally full. Robin put the wand down and backed away.

"No, that is your wand, Ms. Lavina. It's a very interesting wand indeed, not one I would choose for you, but the wand chooses the witch."

Robin picked up her wand and her parents beamed at her. She muttered, "Thank you, Mr. Ollivander." and the family headed back home.

"Robin, wake up. You don't want to miss the train."

Robin groggily goes downstairs and eats the pancakes her father has made.

Despite the number of times she's been asked, Robin has to keep reassuring her mother, "yes, I have packed everything." and, "No, I have not forgotten anything."

When Robin is ready to go, her father has a camera in hand and her mother puts her hands onto her hips.

"What are you wearing?"

Robin looks down at her shirt and trousers. Her hair is in a messy side ponytail, but besides that Robin thought she looked fine, "What's wrong?"

Her mother huffs, "I put out a dress for you to wear. Go change and when you're done I'll fix your hair."

Robin grumbles but she obediently puts on the cream colored dress. It's nothing fancy but Robin has to agree that it does look nice. Her mother braids her hair and ties a silver ribbon on the bottom of the braid.

"See? You look so much cleaner. First impressions are everything Robin, no one will want to be your friend if you look like a troll."

Robin looked down. She won't be making friends anytime soon, not if she had anything to say about it.

Her father takes pictures the whole way there. He even takes pictures of the boundary between platform 9 and 10. It's a funny sight to see if you are a muggle. They get onto the train early and find an empty compartment for Robin to sit in.

Her father bends down and kisses her forehead softly, "My little bird, all grown up."

Robin leaps into his arms and hugs, "I'll miss you so much."

Robin hugs her mother just as tightly and giggles as Maryanne places kisses all over her face.

Her mother sadly smiles at her, "You are extraordinary Robin, don't let any tell you otherwise and don't you dare forget to write to us."

Robin shakes her head, "I won't! I love you both."

When her parents leave, Robin pulls out The Tales of Beedle the Bard and Phil calmly sits in her coat pocket. The train takes off and thankfully, Robin has the compartment to herself. She lays her head down and slowly falls asleep.

"Hey, wake up."

Robin rubs her eyes and looks at the Ravenclaw prefect staring back at her.

"Change into your robes, we're almost at Hogwarts and you don't want to be late for the sorting."

Robin quickly puts on the standardized robes and places Phil in one of the pockets. She closes her eyes and thinks, you have a plan, Robin. Stick to the plan. Robin's plan was to avoid Slytherin and Gryffindor at all cost. Robin was aiming for Ravenclaw and there was no reason why she shouldn't be placed in Ravenclaw.

The train stopped and Robin followed the line of first years. She was placed in a random boat and happily found no one she recognized. By the time they entered Hogwarts castle, Robin was near the end of the line and she had no intentions of getting near the front. Robin is very short and couldn't see over the heads of her classmates. Robin didn't care, it made it much easier to ignore Malfoy make a fool of himself.

The Great Hall was more magnificent than anything Robin could have imagined. She knew the second she knew the enchantment, the same stars would be in her bedroom ceiling. Robin couldn't see if the sorting hat was already out but her questions were answered when Professor McGonagall called out, "Abbott, Hannah."

"Hufflepuff!"

Robin ignored the rest of the sorting and looked back at the ceiling. I wonder if a professor would be willing to teach me how to perform the spell. No, bad idea. I don't want to bring any unnecessary attention to myself.

"Lavina, Robin."

Maybe, I can find it in a book. Though, Hogwarts: A History only mentions the enchantment and not the incantation nor the spell itself.

"Is Robin Lavina not here?"

Robin's face blossomed red and she silently got out of the line of first years.

Professor McGonagall scowled, "I hope you pay better attention in class, Ms. Lavina."

Before Robin could reply, the sorting hat was placed over her head.

A reincarnation, it's been years since I've looked into the mind of one of you.

Please, do not speak about that. I do not want to look back on what happened before.

Okay, let's get right to it then. Obviously not Slytherin. While you are fairly ambitious, you don't have a cunning bone in your body. Not Gryffindor either, I see you believe you are not brave. It is a possibility the other Gryffindors may help you overcome this, but it is still not a good fit.

It's true, I'm not brave.

The hat became quiet and Robin began to worry that he could see her plan. That he would see everything and tell Dumbledore.

I'm not telling the old man anything, but I do believe that you were placed here for a specific reason. You are more important than you know. Now, I see Ravenclaw is a good pick. You strive for intelligence and I see the creativity bubbling in your mind but it better be-

No!

"HUFFLEPUFF!"