"You're the girl who could change it all," he said. He looked into my eyes and whispered something I didn't understand. I raised an eyebrow. "How?" "Me." " You? " "My life. My story. Me." " Tell me"

Several years before

Auras's POV

"Aura?" My sister asked me. "What are you doing?" I turned around to see my 8-year-old sister looking at me "Listen Asha. I will be away until next summer, so I am packing my bag." I told Asha. "But. Why Aura?" I sighed. She wasn't silly. "Well. I will be somewhere wonderful, somewhere where I can learn all about... About sweets. It is a special school. I can bring you lots of sweets every year!" It was hard to lie. Especially to Asha. "But... I won't see you Aura!" I sighed again. "We'll be able to write letters. Every day. An owl names Sweetie will fly around to bring you them, and you just need to give her your letter, and then she'll bring it to me." "But I'll miss you." " I will miss you too Asha" With these words I left the room because I hated seeing my sister sad. She came after me and I hugged her. "I love you, Asha. Mum thinks I'm going to a normal school. What I told you is our little secret okay?" She would tell Mum. I knew that. But Asha loves secrets.

The days passed, and finally, I would be going to Hogwarts today. I somehow managed to get to Kings Cross, and was happy when I saw other people of age, wearing robes and having owls with them. "Excuse me" A black-haired boy in my age was talking to an red-haired woman, who was with lots of children of all ages, all red-haired. "Hello, dear", she said. "First time at Hogwarts? Ron's new, too." She pointed at the last and youngest of her sons. He was tall, thin and gangling, with freckles, big hands and feet and a long nose. "Yes," said the black-haired boy. "The thing is - the thing is, I don't know how to -" "How to get on to the platform?" she said kindly, and the boy nodded. "Not to worry," she said. "All you have to do is walk straight at the barrier between platforms nine and ten. Don't stop and don't be scared you'll crash into it, that's very important. You best do it at a bit of a run if you're nervous. Go on, go now before Ron." I had listened to the conversation and knew how to get onto the platform now. I followed the instructions of the women and managed to run onto the platform. As my eyes opened, I didn't know where to look. It was the same experience I had in Diagon Alley when I went with my parents. Crowds of students, all dressed in funny robes and hugging their children. After a while, I got into the train and sat on an empty seat. After a while, some students joined the compartment, but I remained sitting alone. As we approached Hogwarts I changed into my robe and with every mile I got nearer to this new life my heart was nearer to exploding. As we got off the train, a gigantic man brought us to Hogwarts. How would this be? How would Hogwarts be?

I was following the rest of the new first-year students into the great hall. The big hall of Hogwarts. I still couldn't believe I was here. This was so unrealistic. By now the first students had been sorted into their houses, and I was still pretty unsure where I wanted to go. "Harlow, Aurora" God, that was my name. I stepped to the front, my heart was about to explode. The sorting bag was placed on my head. "Oh wow. Very interested. Indeed a rare occasion" the sorting hat said to me. "W-Why?" "You are one... You are an ANCIENT" Silence. No one knew what to say. Only a few faces froze - knowing what just happened, but not believing it. "Aurora Harlow" Dumbledore's voice was clear. "Please stand up" I stood up, my knees shaking. "'Please take place at the Slytherin Table" I slowly walked other to the Slytherin Table, but no one was clapping. I sat down next to people I didn't even know. I had expected everything, but not this. In the meantime, other students were sorted into their houses. No one like me, no one in a house that doesn't even exist. I could tell everybody was staring at me. Some people were confused, and others were shocked. But one person was staring at me the whole time, glaring at me as if I would be an alien: Severus Snape.

After dinner, I was called to Dumbledore's office. He asked me about my family and who I am. I told him that I am muggle-born, and everything else important. "Yes Aurora. You will be put into another house. It's all up to the sorting hat again" "But Professor, may I ask: What is an ancient?" Dumbledore looked at me, and it almost seemed like he was panicking, but surely that was just my imagination. "Aurora, I think it is late now, how about you going to a guest room at Hogwarts, tomorrow we'll sort you into your house at breakfast." "Sure," I said, but to be honest I was pretty disappointed, this was one question I wanted to have answered. Dumbledore brought me to a small room miles away from the other dormitories, but I wouldn't complain because I was happy being here at all.

The next morning I woke up, and the sun hadn't risen yet. I decided to go to the great hall for breakfast, but I couldn't remember the way to it from the guest room. In the end, I decided to just hope that I'd be lucky, and started to walk through random halls. Me not even knowing the direction didn't help too. After I was walking through Hogwarts for about half an hour, I bumped into something, or rather somebody. "Sorry," I said rather quickly, looking up to see who I just met in a slightly lit hallway. "Watch out where you are going" It was a boy, my age. He had blond hair, very pale skin, and blue eyes. "Aren't you that girl? That girl who hasn't even had a house?" He looked at me in disgust. "Eh- Yes, I am Aurora Harlow." He raised an eyebrow. "And why haven't you got a house?! " He asked. "I don't know." "What did that old hat say you are? An "Ancient" ?! " "Guess so." " So old, are you? " He seemed pretty disgusted. I was confused. "12?" "Probably it's your magic, that's just not strong enough for you to be in a real house. " In the following seconds, Draco "Malfoy" (as I later on learned) left, leaving me behind with mixed feelings.

I somehow found the way to the great hall. The sorting was still in its old position. As I walked in, everybody was staring at me. Dumbledore, who sat with the other teachers, asked me to come to the front. As I stepped to the front, everybody was still staring at me. The sorting hat was placed on my head, instantly examining me and my thoughts. "Hmm. You, I thought I was clear with my decision yesterday. Well as Dumbledore won't accept ancients here, you'll need to go to RAVENCLAW" The sorting hat sounded very annoyed if that was even possible. The Ravenclaws cheered or tried to do something like that. I sat on an empty seat at Ravenclaw Table, still feeling all the students and even teachers staring at me. This was so awkward. Perhaps Draco was right, perhaps I wasn't good enough for Ravenclaw and even Hogwarts.

The next days went pretty normal, (can a Hogwarts day can ever be normal?) and to my surprise, I was very good in every subject. No problems with new spells, and because I spend a lot of time reading, I was even good at facts. That mattered to Draco and his friends. Like, literally every time I put my hand up in the few classes we had together, they glared at me, as if they wanted to kill me. One day, I was sitting outside in the courtyard of Hogwarts, and because I was reading, I didn't notice Draco and his gang walking toward me. "You! How old are you? Or sorry you are an "ancient". Probably your magic got weak through time!" Blaise said. "You wanna try?" I answered and stood up, my books falling on the floor. Draco steped to the front. "Challenge accepted" We both lifted our wands and immediately Draco got my wand in his possession. "That was easy" "You think it's over?" The patterns in my eyes grew and left my eye, turned into tentacles, and slung around Draco so he was lifted from the floor up into the air. "L-Let me down! Now!" Draco wanted to seem angry, but clearly, he was scared. I let him down to not get into any more trouble. "My father will hear about this!"

"Is there a problem here?" The cold and harsh voice of Professor Snape groaned. "L/N attacked me, Professor!" Malfoy claimed, happy to see Snape coming, because surely he would give me a harsh punishment. "Is this correct Miss Harlow?" the potions Professor asked me with a look. I looked down to the floor. "Malfoy insulted me, Professor." "For what reason?" "For... For the incident at the sorting ceremony, I wasn't given a house straight away. He asked how old I may be and called me an ancient." "Malfoy. Detention, Miss Harlow, although surely you deserve detention, you may leave." Malfoy looked at Professor Snape in surprise, wondering why on earth he got detention for something she did.

That evening I was sitting on my bed, thinking about the last week. Many things had happened and not all of these events were good indeed. I was still wandering why on earth Snape hadn't given me detention. Everybody knew that he didn't like any house but Slytherin, so why did he give Draco detention, but didn't give me any? It was all very confusing.