Prologue: Leaving England

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When my Aunt Petunia drove me to the airport a few hours ago, I was numb. Numb to the fact that I was going to America, that I was leaving all of those that wish to hurt me, and numb to the fact that I could be happy. The one thing that I was not numb to was my two year old daughter, Dorea, who would grow up with her family, someone who loves her. And that someone is me.
I haven't introduced myself yet. My name is Jasmine Serpens Potter-Black, and this is my story.

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