𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐘 - 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐚𝐬 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐫

I:Floo's wrong

I got up, and heard Mrs Weasley's yell that it was time for Diagon Alley. I huffed, I never liked this world. Let me introduce myself properly.

I am Y/N, Y/N Black. I hated my family, friends, and school. I always felt like a piece of me was missing. Until one day when I was fourteen did that change.

It was clear to everyone that I hated this world, I knew Harry wanted to be my boyfriend, which would never happen. And he knew that. I wanted to leave so bad, but the one thing that was stopping me was magic.

I am a witch that has been taught magic by the famous, Albus Dumbledore. And I had magic, magic that no one else had.

I had powers that did not require a wand. Mind powers, I had telekinesis. It's the Ability to move things with your mind. It was the kind of magic that muggles believed in, well, sort of. I never knew or was told where my powers came from, it was a blur.

I still was a witch, a witch that had magic just like everyone else, just more power.

I also had a tattoo, the things that muggles have. I had one, it said 010 on it. I had no idea what it meant, my father told me that it was just something my mom had, and that it had nothing to do with my powers.

I did not believe him though. I knew that it had something to do with this. I do not remember exactly, but when I was five years of age, I was not in the right place at all.

Not the wizarding world, but something else.

I was running through a tunnel, with a shaved head, and Hospital gown. But that's all I remember.

I did have occasional flashes of the light that I was on a muggle Hospital Bed, with familiar people. But those were just dreams, and I had no idea how I knew the people, no one ever told me anything.

This all changed on August of the Twenty Eighth.

I was getting up from sleeping, I had kept my eyes so firmly closed with my mind powers, that I had forgotten entirely why.

Blood was pouring down my nostril, it happened a lot, it was an after effect of my powers. That was fine though. So I got up from the sleeping state, and sat straight up. "Come on! We will be late! Y/N you are the only one still sleeping! Merlin's beard! Wake up!"

Said Mrs Weasley, whom I was staying with, as my father was at a friend's house. "Fine," I said in my American voice. I have had it since I could remember. I can speak with a british accent, but I like American one better. It makes me stand out.

"Hurry up!" Mrs Weasley yelled. "I am coming, coming." I said, and went to my trunk, and pulled out a baby blue long sleeved top that had a white heart in the middle. As you can see, I do not purchase from wizarding shops.

I purchase from muggle shops, and I definitely am not normal to wizards and witches. Their clothes looked like overgrown moss with mold on them.

I honestly preferred the eighties style, but my father said that was rubbish, and that I should stick to wizard clothes, but he had an exception of it if it was at least in style in the muggle world.

Which I was sad about, but screw it, I still looked cute. Anyway, I got ready in some skinny jeans, which were hard to be in, but looked cute.

Then let loose my hair, and did my skincare routine. I used my powers to wash my face while I brushed my hair (More blood coming down my nose).

"I am ready!" I said when I was done, running down stairs to the fireplace.

"About time," murmured Ron, who was standing next to Harry, who was smiling at me. I rolled my eyes at him. "Who's going to go first? You? Y/N?" Said Mr Weasley, I shaked my head, not wanting to be the first in the spotlight.