Sky Jones And The Terrible Secrets

Prolouge

I grew up in a pureblood family. Both of my parents are wizards. They both had important jobs in the ministry- I understood that as a child.

But they never made time for me. It was always work and relationship goals, relationship goals and work. Never enough daughter time.

My aunt was a muggle. She was the best. Sweet and kind and happy, and when I was around 6 she tried to adopt me. Before she signed the papers, though, she died. Of cancer. A disease not even wizards knew how to cure.

When she died I met my only friend, Spring. Spring is a wolf. She lived in the forest behind our house. She didn't have a pack. She was a loner. Like me.

Spring and Sky, Sky and Spring, Sky, Spring and School. Life became a boring routine of taking care of myself, then spring, then school. I graduated to adulthood before I finished my childhood.

My one hope, was that I was a witch. If I was a witch, my Hogwarts letter would come. After all, my parents were both alumni.

So the day my letter finally came, I thought things would change.