"I've always wished to be able to fly," her mother used to say. She was a beautiful and sweet woman, with red-gold hair and eyes to match, pale skin with freckles like constellations. She was the essence of joy and love, always being the mother anyone could ever wish for.

Until her mother died.

Suddenly, the girl's life turned into a whirlwind of lawyers and crying. She had no home and her father was never in her life. So, the next best thing happened: Hello, orphanage. The girl shared a room with 20+ girls, bunkbeds galore. Windows were by each bed so the inmates-sorry, orphans, could see through. She spent five years there, always the freak of the whole damn place. With her collarbone-length rose-gold ringlets and eyes to match, she was something of a demon, as Sister Nicole would say.

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Then, on her eleventh birthday, the owl came to her window, with a letter that would send her to a new life.

To a place called Hogwarts.