Rhea Prince was an interesting little girl to say the least. She was an orphan who had strange powers. She was the only orphan to have these strange powers. It was something she loved about herself but also something she hated about herself. People don't like others who are different, she knew that all her life and having these stange powers didn't help her at at in that regard. She grew up on the poor side, having lived in an old orphanage her whole life. All the clothes she ever had were passed down from one orphan to another. She never had new toys, new supplies, new.. Anything. She knew nothing about herself or her family… zero. Sometimes she considered that lucky, she didn't wish for her parents to magically appear or believe that her family didn't actually disappear and probably die. Those were for the kids that had more than just abandoment issues.

Those kinds of beliefs were wrong and if you started whinning about your problems, you would get yelled at. Every couple months there would be new orphans that arrived. They would complain and would immediately have a talk to by some of the older kids. It became boring and you heard the same thing the entire time. There were kids from all over the world, some were babies that were left on the street, kids that were forced to leave their house because of abuse, kids that came out of the correctional facilities, kids that are always then first as foster kids, kids that are always ignored by parents willing to adopt or foster and more. She was one of the kids that was abandoned when she was a baby.

All she knew about herself was her birthday and her name. She was born on February 26th and would be eleven tomorrow. Birthdays weren't anything important at the orphanage either, there weren't any double birthdays (one for when you were found and another for your actual date) it was just a usual day. Any fairytales of presents, gifts, money or just a nice attitude for the day were immediately ignored.

She shared a room with fifteen other girls in her age bracket. Once she turned ten last year she was immediately roomed with some older kids. Boys and girls were supposed to be seperated by practice but there were always older boys or girls that would sneak into rooms and do.. Well what older kids do. There were others that would mess with some of the younger kids, usually the ones that weren't blonde, blue eyed or stereotypically 'English' which included her. Puberty hadn't fully hit her yet but she had to wear a bra last summer, older girls suspected she would hit puberty in about a year or so. She was always the girl that boys would pull hairs or make fun of appearances.

She thought that just meant they were being jerks but older kids said that's just when boys have a crush on you. She didn't like that being mean meant being loved. There were a lot of problems with the kids at the orphanage. The matrons never separated kids which was both a good and bad thing. It meant that all of us were considered 'equal' but when some kids had gone through worse thing (like abuse) it meant that their ideas of kindness were twisted. She heard a lot of different horrible things that happened to kids but it also opened her horizons. She realized that even though she didn't have a lot, she never had parents that did bad things to her like others would say.

But back to herself, Rhea. She was weird and an outcast. She had 'powers' and was called a 'witch' on more than one occassion. She could make things float around the room, when she's angry class would crack and utensils would bend, she would dye older kids hair different colors and could push people out the room without even touching them. She was an oddity and everyone knew it.

Older kids would ignore her while younger kids would be enchanted by her, well until they became old enough to listen to bigger kids and run away from her. Matrons would ignore her and she would spend most of her time alone thinking… It wasn't until her birthday that she realized what she was.

It was the morning of February 26th when all of her fellow orphans were downstairs eating. It was the usual schedule, where all of them had to sit down at long tables and eat with different age groups. Once you reached the age of ten, the matrons and other kids gave up on you and adoption/ fostercare was less applicable. So the responsiblities increased. Her fellow… now eleven year olds were in charge with the one year olds. Rhea spend most of the time feeding picky eaters with a bottle. It wasn't until the eldest matron, Muriel had called her over.

It took her by suprise because the matrons would only call you over at breakfast if you were about to get adopted. Muriel said in a clear voice: "A man has come to see you." Her heart was racing out of body, beating loudly in her ears. A smile she was trying to keep down crept onto her face and her fellow orphans gave her a surpised look. She was never seen, by anyone after what happened a three years ago at a bad fostercare home with a single man who looked at her a weird way and was too touchy. She buried her burden in the back of her mind and walked into the small room, some meters away from the main cafeteria.

Standing stiftly in a room was a man wearing long black robes (long enough to be considered a dress) that looked almost like slik. He was thin with sallow skin and a large, hooked nose. He had stress lines and premature wrinkles but had zero blimmishes on his skin. He looked to be in his late twenties to early thirties. He had shoulder-length, black hair that framed his face like a curtains and dark, almost black eyes and full bottom lips that curled upward. He was an intimidating man with a very strong presence. He was over six feet tall almost two feet taller than her short height.

She immediately dropped her smile due to her becoming too tense. He looked over to her and she meat his eyes bravely. He took a seat and motioned her to sit down across from him which she followed. Holding her breath she took a seat across from the man. He hands her a piece of parchment, it was yellowish in color and was heavy with emeral green ink which said:

Ms. R. Prince

Ten to Fourteen Room J

Hopes and Homes Orphange

West Country

England

First Page

HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore

(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock,

Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)

Dear Ms. Prince,

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

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress

Second page

HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY

UNIFORM

First-year students will require:

1. Three sets of plain work robes (black)

2. One plain pointed hat (black) for day wear

3. One pair of protective gloves (dragon hide or similar)

4. One winter cloak (black, with silver fastenings)

Please note that all pupil's clothes should carry name tags.

COURSE BOOKS

All students should have a copy of each of the following:

The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 1) by Miranda Goshawk

A History of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot

Magical Theory by Adalbert Waffling

A Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration by Emeric Switch

One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi by Phyllida Spore

Magical Drafts and Potions by Arsenius Jigger

Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them by Newt Scamander

The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection by Quentin Trimble

OTHER EQUIPMENT

1 wand

1 cauldron (pewter, standard size 2)

1 set glass or crystal phials

1 telescope

1 set brass scales

Students may also bring, if they desire, an owl OR a cat OR a toad.

PARENTS ARE REMINDED THAT FIRST YEARS

ARE NOT ALLOWED THEIR OWN BROOMSTICK

Yours sincerely,

Lucinda Thomsonicle-Pocus

Chief Attendant of Witchcraft Provisions

Thoughts raced in her head as she reread the words over and over again. Was this some sort of joke? It had to be of course, there were no such things as witches. She looked over to the man in confusion, his face hadn't changed the entire time.
"Pack your things. I will be waiting for you outside." He said in a soft, contained voice and immediately got up.

"Wait, why do I need to pack my things. It says term doesn't start yet." She asked quickly.

He gave her an annoyed look and rubbed inbetween his eyes. "I'm a relative of yours and you're coming with me." Rhea winced and tried to look harder at the man. They didn't look alike… at all. "Now!" He snapped and she ran out the room. Other kids were staring at her with a mixtue of jealous, surprise and confusion. The room she was previosly in door opened and Rhea took her chance to go up the long flight of stairs to the fourth floor and pack her things. She only had a single thing to take… a picture book which was filled with all of her friends that were either adopted or in foster care.

She went back down the stairs and awkwardly gave the good a wave goodbye. Only the little ones waved back at her and everyone else ignored her existence, per usual. She opened the front door and saw that the man, who hadn't even introduced himself was standing impatiently outside. She gulped and walk over to the man. He held out his his hand.

She timidly took it and in and everything went back. It felt as though she was pressed hard from all directions, it was suffocating and she couldn't breath, her eyes were forced shut from the force and it felt as though they were being pushed to the back on her head, her ears started to ring and with a final shove she collapsed onto the hard ground. All of the breakfast she had before learched forward and she threw up on the ground.

A strong hand patted her a little too hard on the back and she almost collapsed on her throw up but was pulled upward. She clutched onto the man's chest and kept her eyes closed, still feeling nauseous. With a sigh, the man pulled her up and she held onto his neck and wrapped her feet around him as he walked. She felt herself fade in and out of concussioness but after a few minutes she was ready to walk.
Once she was place down on the ground, she noticed she was in an entirely different neighborhood, but it reminded much of how the streets looked like around the orphanage. There was a thick fog around the area and there was a dirty river that was between overgrown, rubbish-strewn banks. There were large chimneys, a very old dissued mil and a chill in the air. It was almost silent besides the flowing black water. There weren't any signs of life in the entire area.

Overhead she passed a sign that said "Cokeworth".

As they continued to walk, they reached "Spinner's End." which consisted of deserted brick houses and broken streetlamps. They reached what seemed to be a two story house that was located a ways away from the main road and the door opened by itself. Inside the house there was a tiny sitting room whcih was completely covered in books, which were bound in old black or brown leather. As well as a threadbare sofa, an old armchair and a rickety table. There was a dim light which was casted by a candle-filled lamp hung from the ceiling. It was a sad house that felt more like a prison cell than anything else.
The man, who she still knew nothing of including his name, took out a long piece of wood that seemed to be a wand and immediately the house started to transform and change shape. The sitting room expanded outward and a kitchen appeared somehow behind them. The sofa armchair and table changed into nuch nicer furniture. The kitchen was clean and well kept while house overall had a dark air to it with a low amount of light shininy in. There was a staircase with led upstairs and a dark door which she had no idea what was inside of it.
The man walked upstairs, which she followed and upstairs there was a two door which was opposite of each other. The door to the left was opened and inside was a clean bathroom. Th door to the right was opened. Inside was a room with small lamps hanging making the room much warmer than it appeared. There was an large bed at at the end with silver and green covers. A large desk and chair that accompanied the room filled with papers and books. There was also a small sofa and table towards the end of the bed and a walk-in closet near the desk.

A door could be seen to the right was almost an exact replica of the previous room only smaller and without the sofa and table. There was a small bed with dark bedding, a desk and chair, a walk and a walk-in closet. On the desk there were stacks of books and equipment.

The moment she touched the closet measuring tape came towards her and immediately measured her and disappeared. A few moments later there were clothing inside the closet. She took a seat on the bed.

"I am Severus Snape and I am the Potions Master at Hogwarts." He said with the same soft voice as before.

"How are we related?" Rhea asked him.

"Your mother is my cousin." He said simply and snapped his fingers. A dark green book appeared out of thin air, opened on it's own and showed a picture of a young boy and girl together. The boy was thin and tall for his age group, he had long oily black hair, dark eyes, and a happy expression on his face. The short girl also had long black hair, dark eyes and a similar expression on her face. She had brown skin and her hair was curly. They were both wearing the same outfit which consisted of a black cloak with a green and silver badge on the left of their chest. The boy was holding the girl from behind and had his head on top of her head. The picture was moving and the girl was laughing. They must have been sixteen at the time.

There were even younger pictures, up until the two of them reached the age of fourteen they looked very closely related, maybe even siblings. She was going to ask the man.. No Severus a question but he immediately closed the door behind him. Rhea wasn't sure how to feel about this information. She wasn't used to having a mother or a caretaker. All she really hoped was he wasn't going to be like the last one, because unlike this time… she was adopted and didn't have the choice to run away. She looked back at the little girl and noticed how much they looked alike. It was a shame she knew nothing about her father.