Songs & Teachers

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A-n: James and Lily Potter are going to briefly appear in this chapter but will being more coming one. Along with their bratty spoiled son, Hadrian "Harry" Charles Potter. The so-called Boy-Who-Lived is the same once twin brother to Alyssa (aka Vivian and Umbra).
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Language Symbols (so far, may add more)

Thoughts - Italics

Twin Speech - ° Bold\Italics\Underlined

Death\Ghost Speech - ¥ Italics\Underlined

Prophecy(ies)\Songs - Italics
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Minerva McGonagall sat in her office sipping away at some Firewhiskey - probably the last glass she'd be able to sneak in before term started. She had just received confirmation letters from all the Wizarding Families of Britain and was just writing up a list of all the Muggleborns that she'd have to make personal visits to, in order to make sure they knew the letter was legitimate. The list was almost finished when an owl flew in through her window, dropping a letter at her desk.

The Witch frowned as she picked up the letter. There were no Wizarding Families that hadn't responded. Did a Muggle family somehow get their hands on a Magic owl? There was no way, right? She got her answer when she brought the letter closer.

Ms. V. SnowPeak & Ms. U.Snowglade (A. Potter),

McGonagall was stunned. A. Potter? Alyssa Potter? That girl had died a year ago! McGonagall had cried on and off for that whole year upon hearing that her Goddaughter had died. It was only after she had confronted the Potters that she realised the girl wasn't just 'socially awkward' as they had claimed every time that she had come to visit the two Potter children, but that they had dumped her at the Dursley's house - Lily's vile sister.

Petunia Dursley was a disgusting, hate-filled woman. Her Husband was an overweight, arrogant and violent man. With their child being a spoilt, fat pile of arrogance - a smaller version of his father. The two Dursley's, after Alyssa's name had had vanished from the Hogwarts book of students, had been subject of a standard visit from the Ministry of Magic, where it was found that the girl had been murdered by the Dursleys - though not before the family had spent a year treating her worse than a House Elf.

At first, the Potter's influence had managed to keep it under wraps. That soon changed, however, when a certain insect reporter had found out about the incident and wrote an article about it - the first act of said reporter that McGonagall had ever supported. Once it was out there, it could not be taken back. The Potters had claimed Alyssa was a squib and was sent to her aunt and uncles so that she could live a normal life, something that was an outright lie. While the Potters may have been sorrowful about the girl's death, the mere fact that they'd tried to cover up the blatant abandonment and subsequent death of their daughter was horrific! Not that the majority of the Wizarding World cared for long, moving their focus back to their saviour - After all, why would they care for a 'squib'?

McGonagall, however, had given her two former students a severe talking to. By the time her rant had finished, three hours had passed and both Potters were in tears. Feeling guilty didn't mean a damned thing when there was a young girl now resting in the ground. They did arrange a proper funeral - despite the body having been, reportedly, 'turned to dust in a final act of accidental magic', in which the Potters had made their regrets over giving her away clear, while others who did not actually know the girl just gave half-hearted condolences. McGonagall, however, spent most of it glaring at the two Potters and watching in disgust as the Boy-Who-Lived took every opportunity to turn the spotlight to him.

But if Alyssa was alive, living her life as someone else, then she could come to Hogwarts! For the first time in a long time, a true smile graced the elderly Witch's face, as she opened the letter and withdrew the contents. Her smile immediately died, however, when she saw - in big black letters - three words written on the letter.

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