Chapter 1
The train pulled up to the station, her hair a flooding red mess of fiery tendrils across her shoulders and down her back. People lined up from one end of the walk to the other, all lined up to board. She stared down at the paper in her hand, filled with
disbelief at where she stood now.
It had been months since the incident, and every dream she had was still plagued with the image of the woman on the floor. Her cold dead eyes staring at the ceiling, her husband screaming for someone to help. The blame; he blamed her for her death.
After the police had showed up, Ellen had been taken to the hospital and declared dead of a drug overdose; her husband, John, was declared unfit to take care of himself due to his Alzheimer's and was put into a nursing home where he would be taken care
of. Not being of age yet,Ellenyx was taken in and put back up for fostering. It was by mistake that one of the foster parents had seen the letter she clutched desperately to her chest.
Before she knew it, she was surrounded by children 6 years younger than her, all dressed in black robes, running around with owls and brooms and books and cauldrons. She spun, feeling sick as she watched the swirling of her fever dream manifest and guide
her along the heels of the woman she didn't even know the name of.
She looked at the trolley's of luggage being loaded up onto the train, her fingers flexing as she stood there with nothing. Nothing but the dusty robes left for her in a store she couldn't even remember the name of by a woman she didn't even know.
The train blew it's whistle,making her jump and her eyes dropped once more to the letter. The woman she'd met was gone; she was long since abandoned, and lost and confused. She felt sick to her stomach, spinning in circles.
A body hit her, making her stumble forward, her breath catching for a split moment before it began again in double time, nails digging holes through the parchment paper in her hands. Her eyes skimmed the crowd again, watching parents hug and kiss their
kids goodbye before they boarded the train. She felt loneliness and hurt as she watched them.
When she was younger, she remembered John and Ellen as being decent parents. Sweet for the most parts if not poor. They didn't have much of a choice, having been originally adopted by Ellen's sister before a horrible car accident that left Ellenyx homeless,
she was brought in by the old couple.
She slept in the basement with the bare essentials, but they weren't bad to her. Not at the beginning.
It wasn't until John had begun to lose who he was that Ellen turned to drugs. It was all to help calm her nerves and so she could cope with the slow loss of the man she'd been with since middle school. But as he slipped further away, so did she. She began
to become abusive, and when Nyx was old enough to start taking care of the house and herself, she began to take care of her caregivers.
"Move!" A voice interrupted her reflection, pushing her through the crowd and towards the train. She gasped, trying to find a way to slip through the grasp, but by the time she was able to roll away from the palm pressed firmly in between her shoulder
blades, she was already at the threshold of the train. One more good shove and she was in.
She turned to try and leave again, but the boy behind her pushed her again, angry with the resistance she was putting up, blocking the flow of traffic.
He was an older boy, maybe 17 years old and he wore a blue and white striped tie with a blue lined set of robes, a patch of a coat of arms decorated with a crow on the breast. He had reddish brown hair and a strong jaw.
Trying to step out of the way again, a small voice in the back of her head questioned why she was fighting so hard to get off the train again. Where would she go? She was stuck in a public agency that would scroll through a lottery of unlucky people who
would end up stuck with her for the next couple of years -or until she decided to become independent herself. Why not just go with the flow? Stay on the train and stick the ride out until the end of the line.
Maybe the person on the other end of this train ride would be able to answer a few questions; like why she got one of these letters to begin with, and what she was supposed to do. Even if this school was for 'wizards', she wasn't one of them. She'd never
done magic, she'd never owned an owl or flown on a broom. She wasn't one of these people.
But she had nowhere to go.
Stepping off to the side, she slid into an empty cart and sat down, heart pounding in her chest. Her mind was completely blank as the rest of the children filed on, someone shouting for everyone to sit and that the train was going to be moving.
With a hiss, the train kicked into motion, her eyes closing, fingertips digging into the cushion of the seats she sat on, tears hitting her cheeks. The reality of everything was beginning to hit her. She was on a train, surrounded by children.
She had no where to go home to.
She had no idea what waited for her on the other end of this ride.
A Part of Your History You'll Never Remember
She was silent the entire ride, staring out the window as others ran up and down the halls. For a few moments, a couple girls popped their heads in, asking if it was ok to sit with her, but she didn't respond. Without confirmation, they abandoned attempt
and moved on to the next car.
She stared at the rolling hills, lined with trees as the sun began to set. Hours rolled by, and some children decided to sleep or chatter or take food from the trolly that passed, a woman asking if she wanted anything to eat. Another question she left
unanswered as she awaited what waited for her on the other end of this trip.
When the train finally pulled into the station, the other students rushed to get their belongings and evacuate the train. She sat there, not moving as the once noisy train grew quiet. It wasn't until a man in a yellow trimmed robe stopped outside her
door, motioning for her to get up, his eyes soft, but his features authoritative.
"Come on, you can't start classes without getting off the train." He replied. She didn't say anything, looking back at him with bloodshot eyes, stained tear marks down her cheeks. She sniffled a little, standing. He gave her a confused look but said nothing
as he ushered her out of the train and onto the platform, making her join the students once more. Being shuffled in with the other students, she hesitantly followed them to a group of boats and climbed in.
It was surreal. Like a dream, or for a brief moment, she believed that these boats were to take her across the River Styx. Maybe she had died? Maybe this was her trip to the underworld?
Her fingers dug into the seats as the boats steered themselves across the lake towards a huge castle. All of the children were in awe, staring at the large structure in wonder. All except for her.
All of this was too much. Torn away from the only family she'd ever known, forced onto a train by a cultist who recognized the same chain letter her own child had received, tossed onto a train and taken to the middle of nowhere. It was just too much to
handle, and she felt herself needing to hold her breath, brain telling her lungs to calm down as they threatened to send her into a fit of hyperventilation.
Once the boats came to a stop, the other students filed out and onto the docks. She would have continued to sit there if not for the fact that her idling was blocking a handful of other students needing to get off the boats, so she begrudgingly climbed
off, following the students up the dock and up the path to the castle.
They all stopped in an area at the top of a set of stairs, met with an older woman with stern eyes and a back as rigid as the stone walls of the castle itself. The group stared up at her, chattering falling quiet as she held her hands in front of her,
hair pulled back into a tight bun. It took only a couple of moments of scrutinizing the group before her before the older woman spoke, voice filled with as much dignity as reflected in her appearance.
"Welcome to Hogwarts." She greeted, firmly. "Now, in a few moments you will pass through these doors and join your classmates. But before you take your seats, you must be sorted into your houses." She hesitated. The news made the girls forehead crinkle.
Usually, tests were taken to determine which class or group a student was going to go into. That could take a while to get the results for.
"They are Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin." She spoke again, her eyes falling on the tallest of the first years; a fact that Ellenyx was just realizing that among all of the students she stood among, she was obviously the oldest and tallest.
She began to feel humiliated, wondering if maybe most of these children were supposed to have received their letter at a much younger age. This immediately opened up questions such as; if she were supposed to get a letter from the beginning,
why did she get hers when she was 16 instead of the 10 or 11 year olds around her. "Now, while you're here your house will be like your family. Your triumphs will earn you points. Any rule breaking and you will lose points. At the end of the year,
the house with the most points is awarded the house cup."
Everyone around her was quiet as she spoke. Only a couple kids towards the back of the group chattered amongst themselves as two boys her own age -or maybe a little younger- walked past them and up the stairs to the door the woman stood in front of. One
of them was tall and thin with ginger hair. He had a hand-me-down look that she could understand. The only clothing item she owned herself was a corset she'd received from corset training when she was enrolled in etiquette training. It was a single
year's worth of it -Ellen's idea- but she still wore it. Her back hurt less with it on than if it was off. The rest of her wardrobe consisted of worn sweaters that John surrendered, or tattered pants put out for free at rummage sales. The other boy
had dark brown hair and glasses.
"Hello Professor McGonagall." The boy with the glasses greeted, a friendly smile on his face. She returned it, turning to look at them.
"Hello Mister Potter and Mister Weasley." She bowed her head a little, patting them on the back as they made to pass her.
"Can I ask you a couple of questions?" He asked, his eyes flickering to the tallest girl in the crowd and Ellenyx could feel her humiliation once again.
"Of course, Mister Potter." Turning, she looked at the group of new students, hand resting on the teens shoulder and addressed the first years once more. "The sorting ceremony will begin momentarily." With that, she turned, ushering the boy through the
doors, leaving the ginger boy behind with the group of new children.
She couldn't do this.
Holding her breath -as if breathing were to help her become invisible to the group of people around her-, she stepped back, slipping quietly from the ranks of new comers and separating herself. She turned and looked around the large stone room she stood
in, debating on slipping back out to get some fresh air when a voice startled her, shaking her from her thoughts.
"Hey," She whirled around, eyes falling on the ginger boy that had accompanied the boy with the glasses. Just as quickly as her gaze found his, she averted it to the floor, lips pressed in a tight line. "You're a first year?" He asked. It seemed almost
shy, his hands finding his pockets, eyes filled with curiosity. She didn't answer right away, staring off at nothing, but making sure that he wasn't in between her gaze and said nothing.
"Yeah." She whispered after a couple of moments of silence.
"You're a bit old for a first year, aren't you?" He cocked an eyebrow, lips pursing and twisting off to the side as he shifted his weight.
"I didn't have a choice." She replied flatly, trying to hide the hurt behind stiff words.
"Oh, uh," He shifted awkwardly, shaking his head a bit to flip his hair out of his face a little. "My name is Ron, Ron Weasley." He held his hand out to her. She looked at it for a moment, and as she made a small move to take it, he gave his palm a quick
wipe. She didn't want to tell him her name, but he'd just given her his name, and she was raised with manners, if nothing else.
"Ellenyx." She replied, giving his freshly wiped off hand a light shake. "Ellenyx Fairbourne."
"Ellenyx?" He chuckled, his eyes almost sparkling when she complied and gave him a response. "That's an odd name."
"It's better than Ron." She shot back, feeling irritated with the offensive responses. Not that he'd done it on purpose -and she knew that, she just didn't care at the moment. She was in a strange place, surrounded by things she wasn't even sure was real,
wanting to just wake up from this nightmare.
"Everything is better than Ron." An unwelcomed voice intruded on their otherwise private discussion, making her whirl around. Her eyes fell upon a tall, skinny blonde boy with hair so light it looked almost white. He had fair skin and a look on his face
that seemed painfully twisted into a permanent sneer.
"Malfoy." The name rolled from the gingers tongue like a foul tasting treat, spit into the dirt at their toes.
"Weasley." The blonde replied, sneer chipping away at his stiffened mask of perpetual, egotistical fortitude as his eyes rolled from the ginger to the girl. He didn't say anything for a second, but she could tell by the way the boys lips twitched and
eyes narrowed just ever so slightly that he was going to. After a second, he laughed lightly, not bothering to look back in the ginger boys direction as he addressed him. "What's this, Weasley? Finally talking to your own kind?" He spat.
Nyx was confused for a moment, wondering what sort of tepid insult that was supposed to be as the comment segwayed into a thorough glimpse of her being. From her head to her feet, he looked her up and down before deciding to enlighten them as to what
he'd meant. "Filthy, greasy red hair, dirty, dusty skin. Fat lips. Not to mention tall and gangly like a troll." He nearly lost it but held back his pall of laughter so it wasn't lost in the dramatic delivery of his bullying.
It took all of the energy she had to keep her jaw from dropping, the words stabbing into her like various punches to the heart. She ground her teeth, fighting the tears that took liberty in flooding her eyes.
"Shut your mouth, Malfoy." Ron raised his voice, speaking up on her behalf, eyes narrowing.
"Or you'll do what, Weasley?" The blond turned on him, eyes finally releasing her from their suffocating gaze. "Sic your snaggle toothed girlfriend on me?" He gave a sour laugh, shoving past the two of them and making his way in through the doors, the
friends she hadn't realized were a part of his posse clamoring behind him like gorillas dragging their knuckles along the ground.
As he shuffled in, the woman who had previously instructed them as to what would happen returned, her eyes sharp on him as he bumped her to get past. A display of dominance she was non-too thrilled with judging by the obvious offense on her face.
"Mister Weasley," She called, the ginger looking up from where he stood, lips parting just a little. "Can you accompany Mister Potter to the Great Hall?" She stepped off to the side, motioning without further movement where to go.
Ron didn't move right away, mouth hanging open as he stared at her, then his head turned, glancing back at the girl who had just been insulted by -apparently- the schools largest asshole. He chewed on his lip a little, lips twisting off to the side of
his mouth as if ashamed of them. His eyes dropped from the ground back up to her face.
"Don't listen to anything Malfoy says," He breached the silence after a second. "He's a bloody idiot."
"You don't have to worry about me." She replied, her voice as quiet as it had always been, eyes averted so they wouldn't catch his as she tried everything in her power to shake those horrid words from her head. The insults bouncing from one wall of her
mind to the other, leaving cracks along it's foundation as it ricocheted. "It won't be a problem for long."
He didn't say anything else, looking at her a little confused at first but he never questioned it. Turning, he made his way back to the door, slipping through to join the boy with the dark hair and glasses once more and leaving her alone at the back of
a group of children where she'd been not long before he arrived.
"Alright," She turned back to face the first years, a small smile on her face. "we're ready for you. Follow me." Turning, she opened the doors, heading through and into a large room. She begrudgingly followed the other first years, her long legs forcing
her to take smaller steps so as not to overcome the steps of the much smaller legs around her. "Will you wait along here, please." She motioned to the large space in the center of the room. The tall ceiling spanning on forever, four massive rows of
tables on either side of the walkway, already occupied by older students, all decorated in their house colors. At the front of the room ahead of them was a long row of tables, and behind them in high backed, throne like chairs were adults. Stern,
jolly, short, dark. An array of expression and personality bubbling forth, adding more color to this ridiculous rodeo.
She could only guess what was going to happen, but there was a nagging feeling at the back of her mind. Her heart tight in her chest.
Her eyes rolled across the line of adults ahead of them until they reached a man close to the end. He was pale with black, greasy looking hair and a large nose. His body adorned in tight cloth that almost resembled silk and hidden beneath the billowing
of loose robes. Their eyes connected and they stared at each other, the words the woman ahead of them speaking almost no longer registering until a man in a gray outfit stood, his white beard billowing down the front of him and neatly tied at the
end. He had kindly eyes behind a pair of old looking glasses and a gentleness in the way he moved as he stepped forward toward a podium standing tall before the group.
"I have a few start-of-term notices that I wish to announce." He began, his voice as soft as his eyes, and whispy almost like a soft breeze in a canopy of trees in summertime. But there was a tinge to it, like thunder rumbling in the distance, mighty
and full of authority. "The first years please note that the Dark Forest is strictly forbidden to all students." He announced, her eyebrows furrowing, wondering just how many dangerous things there were in this school. "Also, if found outside of your
rooms at night past curfew, you will be strictly punished with either detention or what your house headmasters deem necessary, withing reason. Thank you."
Without much else, he turned and took his seat again, handing the spotlight over to the woman who'd lead them this far. She stepped forward, a scroll in her hand and Ellenyx couldn't believe she was standing here. She was actually standing here, listening
to this, playing along.
"When I call your name, you will come forth, I shall place the Sorting Hat upon your head, and you will be sorted into your houses." The students murmured, looking from one another back to a large brown hat that perched on a stool. The girl didn't have
a chance to think negatively about the task at hand before the older woman's eyes flickered from the long list of names and announced her name. "Ellenyx Fairbourne."
Her blood ran cold. The children around her stopped chatting, all eyes turning to look at her. All eyes in the Great Hall settled on her and she felt as if she were stuck there, holding the stone ceiling itself high above her head. She heard the quiet
exchange of why a girl as old as she was, was doing with the first years.
Taking a deep breath, she clasped her eyes shut tightly, swallowing the swelling heart in her throat. She forced her feet to move forward, one step at a time till she came to the stool.
The woman gave her a kind smile and lifted the hat, giving her a place to sit her bottom. Turning, she grabbed the wooden seat and shimmied in, eyes cast to the floor as the hat was placed on her head. She expected a little bit of deliberation, some chattering
between the woman behind her and the teachers at the table, but when the hat jolted to life, boisterous voice booming in her ears, she gasped.
"Ah, look what we have here." She screamed, heart skipping a beat and a little wave of laughter erupted among the house, the older woman beside her also giving a light giggle. Humiliated, terrified and exhausted, she hid her face in her hands as the hat
itself also laughed. "Sorry for the scare." The pointed piece of fabric apologized, leaning down as if trying to look in her face. "Not very accustomed to magic, are we." He tisked, clicking his non-existent tongue a couple of times. "Raised away
from the world you belong in; the world your mother wanted you to very much be a part of." He hummed. "What you see terrifies you, doesn't it."
"Can we just get a move on." She muttered, slowly pulling her hands from her face.
"A move on? How is that possible when there's so much to see, and it's so easy to see, right here, swimming around in your head." He moved, words sounding like the sweet poison off a bad guys tongue. "So many talents, so many qualities. Your mother was
particularly difficult to place too. Do you know where she ended up?" He asked, voice sounding as if he were trying to tempt her into curiosity.
"No offense," She replied, hands dropping to her lap. "I don't care who my parents are, they've had no part in my life and they most likely never will. I just want to get this over with so I can speak to Dumbledore about how he knows me, how he knew where
I lived and why I was chosen to come here." She spoke, voice low and passive. A participant unwilling to play in the game the way the hat designed it to be played.
"Very well." He huffed shortly, wiggling a little on her head. "You're much too sharp tongued for a Ravenclaw, even if you have the wit to match even the best of them. Too much potential. You're very well disciplined, and here I see in your head, cunning."
He trailed off. She waited, the silence that had fallen over the room beginning to make her pounding heart sound deafening in her ears. She ground her teeth, fighting the urge to shout at the hat to hurry and choose a place for her, and as that urge
began to bubble up to the point where it was about to boil over, it made it's announcement, shouting loud for the room to hear. "Slytherin!"
The room clapped, the sound of applause like ice cubes tossed into her fire. Sighing, she stood, the hat plucked from her head and she descended the couple of steps and made her way for the table a boy stood from, holding his arm out to guide her.
She found a spot on the bench, as far away from the other students as the table would allow so she could preserve her personal space, but a leg entered from her peripheral, lifting and stretching over the bench, a bottom hitting the seat beside her. "Well,
well, well, if it isn't Nox." The slimy sound of Malfoy's voice slithered its way into her ear, her eyes rolling back into her head as her eyes closed.
"It's Nyx." She tried to correct him, but she knew that deep down inside, it was a wasted effort. Any attempt at civil discussion with him was a waste of time, and she knew that now.
"No, I believe it's Nox." He grinned as two more bodies joined him, a heavy bottom plopping down hard enough to shake the bench on the other side of her, her breath caught in her throat as she feared for a moment that the bench may break and she would
be sent tumbling to the floor. "Short for Noxious." He leaned in, elbow on the table, snicker at his lips.
She ground her teeth, feeling her eyes water again, fists clenching as the urge to let them fly and collide with that smart mouth of his. "Listen," He slid forward, his knees touching the outside of her thigh, legs spread so one leg rested on one side
of the bench and the other on the other side, much like her were straddling a bicycle. "You may be a Slytherin, but just because we're in the same house doesn't mean I have to like you." He whispered, face just inches from hers. She hated it.
His being so close made her feel like any privacy the distance between her and him she had was gone. His face peering right inside of her so he could see every tiny detail. Every tear that welled up, every scratch, crack and cut on her self esteem he
had made. It took all of her will power to keep from losing it, avoiding eye contact with him, teeth clenching the soft flesh of the inside of her lower lip. Reaching up, he flicked her forehead before laughing, making her flinch. "Remember that."
Pushing himself to his feet, he motioned the other two who had just sat down and begun picking at the magical spread of food across the table to follow him. They gave each other a quick glance before pushing themselves to their feet, toddling off after
their scrawny friend. When they were finally away, she inhaled, the fresh air pushing the tears that took up so much room, sending them rolling down her cheeks.
She lowered her head to the table, hiding her face the best she could as her bottom lip trembled. She ignored the announcements of the other students, finding their houses or the older students relishing their enjoyment. She didn't even see the spread
of food that appeared across their table from nowhere shortly after the announcement of food given by Dumbledore himself.
"Move, don't get your hair in the food!" A girl's voice tore her back to reality, an elbow digging into her arm a little, but she didn't lift her head. Not right away.
Without a response, she pushed herself to her feet, red hair hanging in her face like the vines of a weeping willow.
She'd had less than a handful of hours in this 'magical' place, and she was already sick of it. Sick of the people, sick of the scares and the negativity. She bustled down the aisle of the great hall and towards the door they'd come in, pushing it open
and slipping out. No one would notice she was gone anyway.
Her feet continued to guide her the way she came until she came to the outside. She stopped, eyes looking up at the dark sky, littered with stars and the bright moon. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her quivering lungs, but all she could do was
reflect on everything. The death of Ellen, the lack of sleep she'd had over the last few weeks, and now trapped in this madness like Alice in Wonderland.
Turning, she looked around for just a moment, her eyes landing on a bench. She took a seat on it, face in her hands as the emotions she'd attempted to stifle for the last couple of weeks burst, shattering the dams.
She sobbed, pulling her knees to her chest, fingers lacing through her hair as she rocked. She wanted to wake up. She wanted to open her eyes and find herself on the concrete floor on the thin mat she called a bed, surrounded by worn papers she'd spent
countless hours jotting down stories and concept arts.
Lost worlds, daring deeds, myths and legends.
All of it seemed so cheap now. All of it seemed so fake and tainted.
After what felt like only a few minutes, she reigned in her emotions, sniffing back her sorrow, only for a quick smack upside the back of the head. She gasped, vision flashing white for a second as her hands shot to the back of her head. She whirled around,
ready to deck the blond little piece of shit for getting physical with her, but stopped when she found herself staring into the black eyes of the man in black, his arms crossed across his chest.
"May I ask what you're doing out here?" He questioned, voice short, punctual and sharp. She reached back, hand cupping the stinging area where his hand collided. She'd meant to give him an answer, but instead, a question of her own left her lips.
"May I ask why you hit me?" She looked at him. The expression on his face was subtle, but it melted like the face of a wax statuette. Lashing his hand out, he snatched her by the arm, plucking her from the bench, fingertips digging into her so
deep it felt as if he were going to bruise the bone.
Her jaw dropped, mouth opening as she tried to switch to her tippy toes and alleviate some of the pain, but it did nothing. He dragged her along, his footsteps brisk, strides long and nearly dragging her behind him.
"It is past curfew, you are supposed to be in bed and asleep." She had no idea where he was taking her. All she saw were messes of stairs and doors. She felt herself getting lost with each new twist and turn they took.
"Where are you taking me?" She squeaked, her fingers on his, trying to get him to loosen his grip as her fingertips on that arm began to numb. "Who even are you and what makes you think you manhandle me like this?"
She was yanked to a stop, her feet wanting to continue going, but her shoulders were jerked to a stop so fast she nearly got whiplash. She was yanked around so she was facing him, eye to eye with the man.
"Who am I?" He snarled, both hands on her now, holding her still. She felt her heart skip a beat -or fall dead all together. He gave her a sharp little shake, scaring a gasp laden whine from her lips before he pulled his stiff, frigid fingers
from her arms. "I am Professor Snape, head of Slytherin house." He snipped, his words filling her with dread. Of course he was. Of course this tight ass was her house master. "I suggest you get educated on where you are and who you're surrounded by
before you decide to open your mouth." He snatched her arm again. Turning, he pulled her forward so they were both looking at the wall. "Pure blood." He growled.
She looked from him to the wall in confusion when the concealed door made itself present. She opened her mouth to question the choice of password, but he was already shoving her inside. "If it were up to me," He grabbed her arm, yanking her so she couldn't
go in completely, whirling her around to look at him, her mouth open as her face twisted at the premature bruising forming beneath his fingertips. "I would have you expelled and put you on the next train home. I suggest you tread carefully."
She stared into his eyes as he threatened her, feeling a bubble of anger as the tears welled up in her eyes again. Yanking her arm from his grip, she stepped back so he couldn't grab her again should he feel compelled to.
"By all means, you find me a home to send me back to, and I'll pay for that ticket myself, Professor." Grabbing the door, she shut it in his face and turned, making a run for the common rooms, stopping only when she was faced with which passage
she should take to which room. Ignoring the others in the common room, chattering away, she made her way up the steps a young girl came down, nearly shoving past her.
There was one bed left in the dormitory, and she guessed that would be for her. Taking a deep breath, she tried to calm her nerves before she could start crying again, but in the end, failed. Walking over, she dropped to the floor, dragging the blanket
and pillow down with her, curling up beneath the fancy cloth.
Everyone else seemed so happy to be here, but she was miserable.
She had nothing to look forward to, nothing that made her happy here, no wonder, no friends, nothing.
In the morning, she'd seek out Dumbledore and speak with him.
She'd find a way home.
She'd find a home.