The blessed girl's destiny (a harry potter fanfiction)

Prologue

Frantic breathing was the only sound in the Taylor household. She was waiting, scared, alone. Time seemed to slow down, and for once she wasn't grateful for it; she hated it. After what seemed like months but could only have been minutes, a knock sounded.

"Miss Taylor, may I come in?" An old man stood at the door, his appearance as peculiar as his calm demeanor. Vanessa hesitated, but then let him in. The air in the room thickened as he handed her a carefully folded piece of parchment. Tears blurred her vision before she even opened it—her mother's handwriting was unmistakable. She didn't need to read the words. Her mother was gone.

A few days ago, her mother had woken her up, frantic, panicked, in a hurry, muttering "He knows", repeatedly. That was the last time Vanessa ever saw her. It marked the end of her time in Romania, the start of an era of fear, tears and a nightmarish reality. The old man who had invited himself to her house turned out to be Professor Dumbledore, headmaster of a magic school in Great Britain. He brought the news of her changing schools, of her mother's death, killed by the alleged "Dark Lord".

Because, Vanessa was not an ordinary witch, and that fact shaped her life in a perpetual state of paranoia, fear, confinement. That was why, it was not surprising to Vanessa that her mother's last act was to reach out to Dumbldore, effectively pursuing the perpetual state of confinement of Vanessa's life. Her mother might be buried six feet underground, but Vanessa's freedom had been buried long before.

Yet despite the resentment simmering quietly inside her, she loved her mother deeply. Grief hung heavily over her, growing with every step as she apparated with Dumbledore to 12 Grimmauld Place. She stepped into the house, her heart weighed down, the sense of loss deeper than any resentment she could hold.