To anyone watching the street, it appeared a young girl was simply crossing the street to get home. If they payed attention, they would realize she was wearing sunglass, at night. Look closer, and they'd realize her clothes were little more than rags. She looked to be no more than three. She was five.

She moved quickly, hurrying across the street to reach the alley she'd been staying in most recently. She had a small blanket, the clothes she was wearing, her sunglasses, and whatever food she could find. As she sat with her little blanket, eating the apple she'd stolen, three men surrounded her.

"Well, well, well. What do we have here?" one of them said.

At the sound of the voice she jerked her head up. She paused for a moment before realizing she was trapped. She scooted closer to the wall as the men closed in on her. A small flame appeared in her hand as she crouched into a defensive position. When they got too close, the flame burst outwards, burning the men while pushing them back. She heard a few new people walk into the alley before she lost consciousness.

She woke to the sound of voices. Listening around, she could tell she was in an unknown place, on an unknown bed, surrounded by multiple people.

"Godric, what should we do? Can we train her, please?" a female voice was saying.

"Yes, we can train her," a male voice said.

"Train me for what?" she asked, deciding to let them know she was awake.

"You're awake." It was a new voice this time. He sounded, old.

"Yes, I am," she said in the direction of the voice. "Now who are you? I need you to say your own names so I can get used to the sound of your voice."

"I am Godric Gryffindor," a male voice said. His was a young voice, but carried wisdom and bravery behind it.

"I am Helga Hufflepuff," a female voice said. Hers was the voice from before. It was filled with kindness and compassion to almost everything.

"I am Salazar Slytherin," another male voice said. His voice had a sky twist to it, and was slightly hissed, similar to a snake.

"I am Rowena Ravenclaw," another female voice said. This one was filled with wisdom and knowledge that could only be obtained from years of learning.

"And I am Merlin," the final voice said. His was old, but strong, and carried more wisdom than Rowena's had. It sounded as if he had been in many battles. "But who are you?"

"I don't know my name, but I've always been called Flame. But I'm sure at least one of you knows my real name, but you are waiting to make sure I'm not talking in my sleep. I simply have not opened my eyes, for I doubt that my situation will improve much. Now, I'd like to figure out my real name, eat real food, and then get real sleep, but none of this will happen until we all have the answers we want. So, who will ask the first question?"

"Why are you called Flame?" Helga asked.

"Because of this," Flame said, before willing the flame to come to her hand. She heard a few gasps before she willed it away.

"Why won't you open your eyes?" Salazar asked.

"Like I said before, my situation won't improve. I won't be able to see you, and my eyes tend to startle people. I wouldn't want to scare away such amusing people, especially in their own home."

"I think I know who you are," Godric said. "There was a girl in my house at Hogwarts a while back, and if I'm right you are her daughter, and were given the same name as her. But to make sure, you must open your eyes."

"Okay," she said, before slowly opening her bright green eyes.

"Lily," breathed Godric.