The Half-Blood Princess

It was a cold chilly night in London as Margret walked to the park she called home for the last few weeks. No one suspected that this quiet 13 year old was homeless let alone mute seeing as how she kept from others not because she was shy which most people thought, no it had to do with the abuse her step-father had done. She had been like any other normal little girl at the age of 6 before her step-dad came home and beat her into a coma. When she woke up she couldn't talk anymore due to the damage he had done, the doctors said it wasn't the physical damage that kept her from talking it was the mental damage that had.

At the age of 9 she ran away from her mum and step-dad back to her home, her country England. Her mum had moved them to the US when she was almost 4 years old to be with the "love of her life". Margret's real father didn't know about her and the only clue she had as to who he was was her middle name, Severus and seeing as how she hated her first name she would tell people to call her Sevy thinking it was much nicer than her first name and made her feel closer with her father. She walks quickly over to the swing set and sits on it before looking up into the black starless sky. 'Nice night to be out, to bad it's so cold and I don't have any place warm to sleep tonight.' She thinks to her self as the cold wind starts to blow her long black hair back from her face. She was small for a girl her age seeing as how her growth had been stunted a little by the drugs she was given when in her coma. She only stood at about 4'4" and her long black hair, that she never cut and was the only physical thing to match her father fell to her waist maybe even a little lower, her eyes which had once been been so full of life and a bright blue were now dark and murky looking like someone had left paint in water for to long.

She was so busy looking at the sky that she had missed the old man who had walked over to her and taken a seat next to her. "Margret Hobblepot?" He asked making her jump from the swing she had been sitting on and look over at him. Who are you? How do you know my name? She signed quickly seeing as how that was one of her two ways of talking. The old man looked confused until he realized something. "You can't talk can you?" He finally asked and she nods her head quickly before pulling out a little notebook that she had. Who are you and how did you know my name? She wrote quickly on the page before showing it to him. "My name is Albus Dumbledore and I know your name because you should be going to my school." He says and she frowns a little at what he had just said. What school? She asked and Dumbledore laughs lightly before shaking his head a little. "Did you mother not tell you about your history, about what you are?" He asked and she frowns more before shaking her head no.

"I see, well then would you like to go someplace that is safe, warm and has food?" Dumbledore asks as he watches the frightened girl before him. She tilts her head as she thing before nodding it slowly and the writes What didn't mum tell me? Dumbledore sighs softly before standing so he was looking down at the girl. "Your a witch. Have odd things been happening to you lately Margret?" He asks and she makes a face at him. Sevy not Margret, I like to be called Sevy and yes odd things have happened lately. she writes and holds it out for him to read. "Do you want to learn magic and stop those odd things from happening?" He asks and she nods her head before slowly walking closer to him. "Good, I'm going to take you to the school now and we will get you caught up with the others in your grade. I will also find you a parent to take care of you." He says and she gives a small nod before taking his hand. Dumbledore tightens his grip before taking her to her new home, Hogwarts.

Margret's pov.

I had been here for almost 3 days learning and he still hasn't found me a parent. I don't mind learning because I loved to learn so I was happy to be doing so but on the other hand I was afraid of this parent I might have. It was odd that I was so comfortable around Dumbledore seeing my fear of people all thanks to my step-dad, but he was such a kind old man that I found It hard to be afraid of him. "Sevy have you finished that essay I assigned?" Dumbledore asks as he walks into the room. I was staying in a room over the headmasters office until I was found a parent. Almost I'm having a hard time with understanding a few of the words like muggle and mudblood. I say and he gives a small sigh before shaking his head. This had been a problem for the last day and a half because I refuse to use my pad of paper and pen to talk with him. "Sevy please write what your saying down. I'm still trying to learn how to talk in sing language." He says and I blush a little before writing what I had just singed. "I see, well muggle is a non-magical person and mudblood is a witch with mixed blood meaning that they have a muggle parent and a magical parent." He says which got me to thinking a little. Am I a mudblood? He reads the question over before shaking his head no and writing in his pretty handwriting under it. I smile when I read it and nod my head a little before getting back to work on the essays that he had given me. "We will be going to get your wand tomorrow. Why don't you go get some sleep it's getting late." Dumbledore says and I nod my head before running up to my room and laying on the soft bed. I was asleep withing seconds of my head hitting the pillow.