My life was a living nightmare. Well that was the only word I could think of to explain it. I was pacing the streets of London trying to find this blasted bar called the Leaky Cauldron. Yes if you're wondering I am a witch. I used to attend Beauxbatons School of Magic. Why I switched, was really that I had no choice. I finally figured out what I had been waiting for all of these years. I finally was told who my father was. Oh but the feeling I expected to feel didn't happen. I expected to feel whole and like a new person but I just felt awful. My father was the Dark Lord Voldemort. That's right; I am the Princess of Darkness. I didn't ever think that this could be possible. Alright maybe I did but you can't judge me. Now where is that bloody bar? God why must everything be so blooming difficult? Suddenly I found that bar. Walking inside the dingy place, I found whom I believed to be the owner of the establishment. I asked him if he knew where I should go. Suddenly a woman shrouded in a thick velvet cloak approached me. "Excuse me miss but might your name be Jayna Louise Smith?" she asked politely. "Yes in fact it is. Do I know you?" I asked. "No your father sent me to retrieve you." She said taking me by the hand and pulling me out into the back alley way. "Have you ever apparated before?" she asked. "No." I replied simply.