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"Terra!" "Terra! Please help us!"

Screams tore the woman's throat. A man fell to the ground, his eyes glazed over.

"Mom! Dad!" I sobbed helplessly. A wicked an crouched down next to me, an evil smirk gracing his aristocratic features.

"Crucio," he whispered. Pain shot through my body. My nerves were on fire. My screams ripped my throat raw. I tasted blood in my mouth.

"Blood traitor," he hissed at me. He lifted my head up by my hair as I flailed around helplessly.

"Filthy half-blood."


I woke up in a cold sweat, panting. Looking out the window, I realized that the sun hadn't even risen. Sighing, I slumped back down into the bed, trying to go back to sleep. But I knew I didn't have a chance after that horrible nightmare.

It was mid-July, and I was already 11 years old. That meant that I was probably getting my Hogwarts letter soon. But I didn't want to. I was afraid that Jean and Arnold would cast me out if they knew what I was.

One part of my brain told me, No, they would never do that! They love you! The other part said, Pfft! They don't love you! They pity you just because you're an orphan!

Huffing, I threw the covers off my body. It was useless trying to go back to sleep anyways. I went to the bathroom as quietly as I could to avoid waking anybody up.

I turned on the water in the shower, shivering as the cold cascaded down my body. It was quite soothing, but I turned it off after ten minutes.

I had chopped my hair to my shoulders, keeping it that way for years. Pulling my wet hair into a short ponytail, I walked down the stairs, keeping a book tucked under my chin.

I sat down on the couch on the living room with a sigh, turning on the television. Some random news show was playing, so I flipped open the book. It was an album, with pictures of my family.

I flipped it to the first page, where my mom smiled at me, around my age. It was a magical book, so the picture was constantly moving. She was somewhere outside, the wind blowing her long, dark hair into her face.

My heart twisted. I wished Mom could take pictures of me, and have Dad put it in a special potion to make it move. I wished I looked more like Mom, but I inherited Dad's light brown hair, with a few steaks of a darker brown. I inherited most of his looks, strong jaw-line, pointed chin, small nose, and prominent cheekbones. Mom couldn't look more different. She had sharp features, a long nose, high cheekbones, and a slender figure, as opposed to my broad one.

There was one thing that looked like her though. My eyes. They were shaped like a cat's. The color was a deep obsidian black, sparkling ever-so-slightly.

I missed my parents so much. They were different, but that was good for them. Dad had liked more practical classes, while Mom would rather essays and written portions. That was why Dad had a fondness for Potions and flying while Mom would rather learn sitting in a class, writing down notes. But don't get me wrong, Mom was skilled in hand-to-hand combat.

She could defeat anybody.

Both my parents were skilled in dueling, something they both excelled at.

I smiled as I came across a picture of my parents and their friends. They were about sixteen or seventeen in the photo, all smiling in front of a large lake.

I easily recognized my parents and Moony, but the other four I had a hard time recognizing. A man with messy black hair and glasses had an arm slung around a red-head who was rolling her green eyes good-naturedly. To their side was a guy with long, wavy black hair. I was kinda jealous. This guy had better hair than me! Finally, there was a small, mousy guy, with buck teeth, slightly hiding behind my father.

Putting the album aside, I heard footsteps coming down the stairs. Glancing at the clock, I noticed that it was still six o'clock.

I presumed he was going to work at the dentist office. Jean's shift was later in the day. They both worked as dentists.

I slunk down in the couch, trying to make myself hidden. There was the sound of a door opening and closing, the lock clicking. I breathed a sigh of relief, slouching up on the couch.

Feeling a bit sleepy, I closed my eyes, and I promptly fell asleep.


"Terra," someone was shaking me awake. "Wake up," the voice commanded.

I groaned. "So…early. Must. Sleep," I croaked as light flooded my vision. Hermione rolled her eyes.

"It's ten o'clock," she said. "Earrrrrrrrrrrrrrly!" I cried.

Pulling me up Hermione grunted," We've got letters." I shot up like a bullet.

"What? We have letters!" I ran to the dining table, nearly tripping as I pulled a chair out.

Grinning, I grabbed a letter with my name on it and tore open the red seal. "Oh my gosh! I'm so excited!" I exclaimed.

Hermione held up a letter of her own confusedly and asked," You knew we were gonna get letters?"

"Yeah," I laughed, scratching my neck sheepishly. Jean, flipping pancakes in the kitchen, called out," Open your letters girls. They could be from school!"

My hands trembled with excitement as I pulled the letter out.

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore)

(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., , Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards.)

Dear Miss Parker,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.

Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later than July 31.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall,

Deputy Headmistress

"Yes!" I shrieked, jumping up and down.

"What is this?" Hermione demanded.

"A letter."

"Is this some sort of joke? Magic? Owl? What the bloody-" Hermione cut off her angry rant because she was about to say a word that was looked down upon in this household.

"What are you talking about?" Jean asked, wiping her hands on her apron and taking Hermione's letter from her.

She gasped as she finished reading the letter. "What is this?" she asked furiously.

"It's our Hogwarts letters," I said curtly.

"But what does that –" Jean was cut off by a knock on the door.

I jumped off my chair, eager to get away from Jean's wrath. I peeked through the window to see who it was. Gasping as I recognized the person, I quickly rushed to open the door.

"Good day Miss Parker," the woman greeted me. She wore, long maroon robes. Her dark hair was pulled into a tight bun. Her lips were presses together, as straight as a ruler.

"Who are you?" Jean asked warily.

"This," I breathed, " is Minerva McGonagall."


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