The next morning I woke because of a big brown owl pecking against the window. I had to share a dormitory with some other girls I all didn't know, and they all weekend fast asleep so I got up and let the owl in. It had brought a note, which was addressed to me:

Dear Miss Harlow,

due to the recent occasions and conflicts I'd like to see you at around 7pm in my office. I hope you are all well in your new house,

Professor Dumbledore.

Why would Professor Dumbledore want to see me? Didn't Professor Snape say I wouldn't get detention? Whatever reason it was, I really hoped I'd be alright.

I got ready and left the room, heading for the great hall for breakfast. As I entered the Great Hall I felt all eyes on me and quickly I sat down next to a blond haired girl. I didn't talk at all, I just grabbed some food, hoping that people would get tired from staring. The girl next me gave me a smile when I looked up, but I quickly looked away, I could feel the anger rise in my chest. Ever since I was a kid, my emotions would cause strange events and things. I just hoped it would be different this time. People had stopped staring, but I didn't even notice, it was like I was in sort of a trance, trying to calm down. But the more tried, the more anxious and angry I got. At that moment most people started to feel something, feel a waves of power and magic swoop over them. Most people froze in their movements, and only when the great hall started shaking, I noticed this was happening. The anger was replaced by confusion and anxiety, but the odd feeling didn't leave. It was really cold, and whenever a "wave" of power came, people started shivering and some even needed to vomit. The professors tried to find out what was happening, but only Snape seemed to have a glimpse of an idea of what was happening. I knew it was something to do with me and my emotions, so so I quickly got up and ran out of the great hall. What on earth had just happend?!

I ran up to my dorm and sat on my bed when another owl came. It was also from Dumbledore, asking me to come to his office now. God, what had I done? Anxiously I went to his office hoping to not get expelled or so.

"Miss Harlow, how nice to see you," I winced at the sound of the clear, old voice.

"Hello Professor Dumbledore."

"I am sure you are wondering why you are here. I've heard some things, like the conflict with Mr. Malfoy and the... Odd occasion this morning and therefore I'd like to test your abilities." I eyes Dumbledore suspiciously. "But, Professor I don't really understand. I have broken the school rules, why should that mean that I'd be tested in my abilities?"

" I've heard you've done some... Special magic, and for sure very advanced so I'm thinking of putting you in a higher grade, " Dumbledore said with a short smile. I looked at him, stunned. "W-What."

Dumbledore asked me to do some easy spells, such as Expeliarmus, Stupefy and the Patronus Charm. I hadn't heard of most of the spells, but they were all pretty easy. Dumbledore seemed more then impressed. For example, when I did the Patronus Charm on my first try without any problems at all, he looked like he would faint. As I could do all of the spells he asked me to do, he got Professor McGonagall to ask me to do some Transfiguration.

"So, could you turn the desk into a pig please?" I did as she said and she looked like I did something almost impossible. "D-Did you just do that without saying any words?" I wondered why that would be such a big thing, I had done all the spells Dumbledore asked me to do without saying any words, in facts, I didn't even know the spells, I just... did them? "Yes Professor." The simply glared and me. "How?" " I... just did it? " I honestly didn't know how to explain. She tested me on several spells, and I could do them all with no problem. "Could you, I know this sounds impossible, but could you turn into a ferret?" I did as she said and Professor McGonagall looked like she was a ghost. " And this is the first time you've done these spells? " "Yes Professor."

"Albus. I think she's past my level."

I turned back into a human. "My I ask why this is such a big deal? Isn't it normal that I can do I that?"

"No, most certainly not. Albus, what are we going to do?"

" I think second year will do. "

"But she's done all these spells, some even some wizards can't do, without saying a word Albus! She's far past second year!" " Precisely. We don't have a year suitable for her, so we'll see how she gets along in second year. If we are going to put her in classes which she find boring, then she doesn't need to be among far older children Minerva. " I was honestly about to faint. When all these things happend I thought I'd be expelled and now I'm suddenly past all seven years and a genius. Professor McGonagall got up and rushed out of the room for some reason, but I remained in my seat.

"Professor?"

"Yes?"

"Why am I so different? I'm sorted into a unknown house, I can do all these spells without saying a spell, my emotions cause strange things... Why?"

"I don't know. But being different isn't something weak. In facts, it's quite the opposite. You are far stronger and more powerful then a lot of students at Hogwarts together"

Third Person POV

Aura rushed out Dumbledore's office, as she was finding everything incredibly stressful. She was confused, but also sad and tired. Aura began to run, she didn't care where she would end up, as long it was far from everyone she didn't mind.

After passing lots of halls and doors and stopped. Aura was standing in a empty classroom. She looked around to see if she was alone and when she was certain she was alone Aura slowly started to walk through the classroom stopping at a very old looking mirror.

Probably the mirror is as ancient as me and my magic, just that the mirror isn't weak,Aura thought.

Aurora had started to believe Malfoy. even if she seemed strong and tough, the truth was, well she wasn't. She was raised to believe that she was a freak, soft and weak. That's whathetold her everyday.

She was too caring and she cared too much about people.

She was a freak because she could make strange things happen.

She was weak because she would cry if she was hurt, physically or mentally.

She was rude and awful because she would defend herself when she would be hurt.

She wasn't powerful because even the sorting hat was convinced that she was ancient and her magic was too old to do any good, probably everything had been a coincidence.

All in all, she was a monster.

Tears started to stream down her face, which made her feel even weaker. Finally she raised her head, her green eyes met the eyes of her reflection in the mirror. What she was, surprised her. It wasn't just her, it was Aura, a women with the same brown hair, holding her left hand. She was beautiful. In the other hand, she held Asha's. More tears started to fall down her cheeks as she saw her perfect sister. But if she loved Asha too much, she would get hurt and Asha would never love her anyway. Because, all in all Aurora Harlow was a monster.

Aura never cried for a long time after that. Not because she was happy, no because she would be more of a monster of she did.