Chapter 1 : Prologue
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The main character of this story is our OC, Skylar Moody. Other than that, you get no real information.
Chapter 1: The Stuff That Happened Before (a.k.a The Prologue)
For as long as I’d known anything, I knew I would be a wizard someday. I mean, both my parents were, so just that should be a pretty good guarantee... however, there was also that other thing, the thing that kept me from living my life like a normal kid. As far as I knew, my family was the only one that had this “extra feature”. Well, that’s good for everyone else - that means less people would have to go through what I have. It was something that would control a lot of what I said and did for the rest of my life.
The only people who knew about this part of me were Mad-Eye Moody (my uncle) and Albus Dumbledore. My parents had known too... until they were killed by Death Eaters, the people I have now sworn to bring down. Of course, that may not be for a long time, but I’m content playing my part in it.
As time passed, I knew I couldn’t be around normal people without making them, or myself, uncomfortable. Making friends was always difficult, and knowing what I could do made me even more wary of strangers. So, when I finally received my acceptance letter to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, I was reluctant to go. I knew that it would be difficult, maybe even impossible for me to be a normal student there. However, my uncle insisted that I needed proper training, and a chance to make friends. Friends? Ha! As if I could really make friends. Despite all my best arguments, I eventually caved, and found myself in Dumbledore’s office, waiting to be sorted into one of the four houses of Hogwarts: Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and Slytherin.
Sorting Hat’s POV
The little 11 year old sat in the office, anxiously waiting. This was strange, the Sorting was going to start in the Great Hall in half an hour. What was this girl doing here?
Just then Dumbledore entered his office, with the serene smile on his face I knew him well for. I still remember the queer little boy who put me on during HIS sorting... my, what a marvellous mind, that one... Distracted by my thoughts, I almost didn’t notice when he went to the girl and said, “I’m glad you decided to join, Skylar. I agree that it might be uncomfortable for you to be sorted with the others considering your... ah... talent. And I know that you prefer it to remain a secret. So, you will be sorted here and you may join your fellow students later as they are making their way to the common room.” The girl nodded nervously! Ah, so that was what this was about - the girl was special, and I couldn’t wait to find out what it was!
Dumbledore gently lifted me up and placed me on the girl’s head. I stifled a gasp. I had never experienced anything like this! And judging by the girl’s startled thoughts, neither had she, although she had been expecting something unusual.
The thoughts swirled about in both our minds, jumping and exchanging, reflecting and refracting... I couldn’t tell whose thoughts were whose. But, in the iota of time I could discern what she was thinking, I knew there was only one place for her... “GRYFFINDOR!”
She pulled me off, looking relieved. “Are we done, Albus? I feel... tired, oddly enough. Is that supposed to happen?”
Professor Dumbledore shook his head thoughtfully. “Well, the Sorting Hat is supposed to be able to pick up your character, by reading your thoughts... so that might explain the oddness you feel, considering...”
The girl, whose eyes betrayed the depth of her experience, nodded.
“You may stay here and eat dinner. I must go attend the Sorting.” So saying, Dumbledore waved his wand and a plate of sandwiches and a glass of pumpkin juice appeared on his table. He left his office carrying me, leaving the girl to eat.
5 years later...
It’s been five years since that day, and nothing much has changed. Sure, I know a lot more, and I definitely have been helping the resistance against Voldemort, but I’m still the lonely, alienated girl I’ve always been, and it doesn’t seem like that will change anytime soon. Of course, it’s partially my fault too. I’ve been too hesitant all these years to make friends, even when others were willing. They eventually learned to leave me alone, calling me haughty, arrogant and cold. I wonder what they would think if they knew the real reason I was so aloof from the rest...
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