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Full Summary:

Voldemort wanted a son. Having another Slytherin heir at his disposal could be helpful. But that night, Severus's younger sister, Elena Snape, bore twins. She gave the dark lord her firstborn son and hid her secondborn daughter in another country. Sixteen years later, Senna Snape is brought to Hogwarts in light of the Triwizard Tournament and meets a cheerful and clumsy Auror named Nymphadora Tonks. Can this eccentric woman cure the darkness in her heart?

Chapter 1:

Senna was an outcast from the beginning, the day she was left abandoned on the steps of the orphanage. The other children in the orphanage feared her strangeness. They feared the way lightbulbs flickered when her emotions ran high, the way glass exploded from the windows when she was angry, so they didn't tease her anymore. They were afraid that she would know what they were thinking if they made eye contact with her—which was true—she had the uncanny ability to hear other's thoughts. She was unlike them, the normal kids. And she was shunned for it.

Rumors circulated. The Clearcil Orphanage was a Catholic institute, and Senna's habit of making strange things happen did not go unnoticed by the nuns and priests who oversaw the place. There were whispers of her being possessed by a demon or tainted by Satan himself. What other way could they explain the strange phenomena that surrounded her? The way she always knew what her caretakers thought, it must have been due to powers borrowed from the devil.

The distance between Senna and her peers grew even more prominent when the headmaster of Brownwell Academy of the Magical Arts visited the orphanage in Rhode Island, United States. The old, round headmaster, named Julien Roberts, came to explain Senna's circumstance to her and the head nun, Sister Mariana. His strangeness and business with Senna and Senna only, confirmed their suspicions that Senna was not in the likeness of the other students, that she must be part of some strange, evil cult. Headmaster Roberts wore strange robes that resembled a mockery version of the bishops' robes. When confronted with the knowledge of Senna's most unusual abilities, he seemed utterly unsurprised.

Senna was elated. She remembered the day Headmaster Roberts came to tell her that she was a witch and that she was granted admission into the Brownwell Academy of the Magical Arts, the best magical education institute in Rhode Island.

Here at Brownwell, she felt right at home. Senna's wand and school supplies were funded by aid provided to students in need. She did not quite fit in, as much as she'd like too. Things were great at first, being with her own kind, discussing magic and homework with other students happily… but her friendships had slowly diminished since her first year. By the time she reached her third year at Brownwell, she had no friends remaining.

Senna knew why. She had a bad habit of answering people's thoughts instead of words. Whenever she looked into someone's eyes, their thoughts came flooding into her mind, and Senna would answer them, unaware at first how invasive the other students found it. She would become mad at her peers when the thought something nasty towards her, usually out of jealousy because Senna had a natural talent for magic that the others did not share, and she would reprimand them for their thoughts. Wary of having their thoughts exposed, the others were careful not to look at her when they spoke to her.

Eventually, the others stopped speaking to her entirely. The moment she came into view, people's eyes would dart away from her, like she was an ugly creature they could not bear to look at.

But she was not ugly. In fact, she was better looking than most. She had dark wavy hair, flawless ivory skin, and handsome dark eyes.

But that was fine. She didn't need their friendships. She had centuries worth of magical discoveries to learn, books to read, and advanced spells to practice. She did not need them when she could perform spells so advanced, that even fully trained adult wizards could not match. Who needed friends if you knew more magic than any other student in their year?

Friendless but still ambitious, Senna was now starting her sixth year at Brownwell. The rumors of the Triwizard Tournament had been solidified. Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in Great Britain is going to host the tournament, and play against three other schools, Beauxbatons Academy of Magic, the Durmstrang Institute, and lastly, the Brownwell Academy of the Magical Arts.

Sixth and Seventh years were going to study abroad in Great Britain for an entire year. Senna was beyond excited to venture out and learn the secrets of an institute so different from her own.

Sitting on the campus courtyard was two hot air balloons tethered to the ground. One was a bright blue, and the other was a flaming orange. The balloons held a basket underneath, which looked like it could hold four—perhaps five people at most, but Senna knew it was enchanted. Once she crossed the basket's gate, she would be presented with their living quarters for the journey and the school year ahead.

Excited to see the magic of it, Senna marched forward with the crowds of students into the balloon's basket. She was to enter the blue one, meant for the sixth years. When other students spotted her, they moved out of her way hastily, but this did not bother her, she was used to it.

As soon as she crossed the basket, the scene changed to a modern living room, decorated with blue drapes to match the outside. It was complete with a fireplace, lounging area, and bookshelves. There were two hallways opposite each other, one labeled girls, and the other, boys.

Excited, but trying not to show it, she lugged her trunk toward the girls' quarters, and claimed a bed far from the other girls, tucked away in the corner. She pushed her luggage under the bed, sat back on it, and looked around. She could see only two other beds from the hidden corner. She realized with a stab of resentment that it was practically a private room, seeing as no other girl would dare bunk within a hundred feet of her—at least willingly.

While the other girls chatted excitedly about the upcoming visit to Hogwarts, she settled in the book, Outsmarting the Dark Forces.

Hours passed, and the giggling, excited girls calmed down, until their voices were no longer echoing into the corner. She peeked around the drapes to see that all the other sixth-year girls had chosen beds on the farthest end from her. Not a single girl chose a bed within four beds of her. They were sleeping now, or at least trying to. Sighing, she stood up and walked to the bathroom to clean up for bed. Averting their fearful gazes, she tiptoed silently into the other room.

Senna observed her pale face in the mirror. It wasn't fair. She'd never hurt anyone before—not on purpose at least. Her temper had sometimes caused desks to vibrate and parchment to fly around the room, but she had never done it to hurt anyone. She was no longer eleven years old. She was sixteen now, and in much better control of her magic and temper. Yet no one forgave her. No one forgot. Senna was still treated as the unstable eleven-year-old who could reap your every thought with one look into her eyes.

She curled up in her bed, tightly hugging her book. She had just a few days of travel, and she would be in a new world. A place undiscovered by her curiosity. A place where nobody held the memories of her strange behavior and creepy abilities, free from the stigma that followed her in Brownwell. She had control now. As long as she kept her mouth shut, and the others didn't betray her to the new students she was yet to meet, this was a chance to start over. She finally had an opportunity to make a friend.