All-American Reject [MARAUDERS ERA FANFICTION]

| PROLOGUE|

[TW: some depictions of mental abuse, physical abuse, and alcoholism]

A cool breeze blew through the quiet streets of Salem, Massachusetts in the early days of summer. A constant buzzing filled the air, likely from bumblebees on their way to keep the magical community looking as beautiful as ever. Reyna Myers stared out the small window of her small two-story house, her chin in her hand. Her black hair fell over her shoulder as she continued to stare outside.

The newly minted eleven-year-old always dedicated one hour of her day to staring at the street. This had been her routine for eight years. For eight years, Reyna had stared at the same dull lamppost, same cars passing by, same pedestrians walking and chattering away. Reyna watched it all. All in the hopes of seeing the familiar face of her mother.

Ana María Myers had been a powerful Auror, MACUSA's finest. Until she was sent on a mission to England where she disappeared. Soon after, the newspaper articles came pouring in with most suspecting Ana María was killed by a rising dark lord. But if Reyna wanted to hear fiction, she would read one of the many books in her sister's library. No matter how many sources came forward claiming to have found her mother's dead body or watched her mother die, Reyna knew deep within her heart that her mother was still out there, very much alive. The question was where.

"Must you torture yourself?" A familiar voice came from behind Reyna. She peered up at the reflection of the glass to see the raven haired head of her sister. Catalina Myers rested a hand on her younger sister's shoulder softly. In the reflection of the window, the pair were the spitting image of their mother with their warm bronzed skin and thick black hair. Sometimes, Reyna wondered if they inherited any physical attributes from their father. Not that she was complaining; she was more than happy receiving her mother's Latina features. Although she was still waiting on the stereotypical Latina curves her sister had. 

"Since when is waiting for Mom torture?" Reyna shook Catalina's hand off her shoulder, keeping her gaze outside. She was slightly shocked over her sister's presence; the older Myers spent the majority of her time in the dungeon (what Reyna affectionately called her sister's room).

"You should be enjoying your birthday. Mom would want more for you," Catalina added. When Reyna did not respond, Catalina pursed her lips together, wanting to add another comment, but decided against it. She knew better than to push her sister. Reyna was as stubborn as they come, a quality she received from their mother. Instead, Catalina decided to turn around and retreat into the kitchen in search of food, leaving Reyna to her thoughts.

Reyna sighed as her eyes darted from pedestrian to pedestrian, none of them her mother. The small light of hope burning inside her dimmed a little every day. The thought of her light of hope snuffing out gnawed at the back of Reyna's thoughts.

The flapping of wings made Reyna turn her head. A muddy brown owl soared towards her window, making her cock her head in surprise. Then she noticed the neatly folded envelope in its beak and it clicked in her brain. Ilvermorny.