"Momma?" A six-year-old me asked. My mother looked at me, then at the hole that I was digging for a dead bluejay that I'd found in the backyard. She smiled at me, and gently picked some thorns off of a rose. "Yes, my darling?" She asked.
She ruffled my honey- blonde curls. "I wish the birdie was still alive." I sighed. Suddenly, the bird started to glow. Momma pulled me away from it. When the glow was gone, the bird was a vibrant blue. Not the cold, lifeless blue it had been only moments before.
Momma gasped, her hands raising to her delicate face, her bright green eyes filled with shock. Suddenly, there was hissing everywhere. Momma grabbed my arm, and pulled me to our house, running, and packing. After she was done, she grabbed our things, my hand, and disapparated.
We were in a cottage in the middle of nowhere.
No contact to the outside world.
That's how I lived for the next five years.
No friends. No internet. Nothing.
Until I went to Hogwarts.
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Gifted
FantasyOlivia Summers is a witch with a Gift. She is able to raise the dead at her will. Her mother kept her in hiding, until she was 11, when she went off to Hogwarts, and met five extraordinary friends. But... The War Is Upon Them. What will happen when...
