~𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕷𝖆𝖘𝖙 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕭𝖑𝖆𝖈𝖐𝖘~ A HARRY POTTER FANFIC

~Prologue~

↪This specific chapter/ prologue is written in a narrators perspective. ↩

"My goodness!" An ancient witch exclaimed. She had stumbled upon what seemed to be a petrified infant child, in the deepest depths of the Forbidden Forest in London.

The witch carried the young girl to safety.

The baby had a scared look frozen on her face. Her eyes were grey, while she had fair skin and dark brown, almost black hair. She had been found near a stream, petrified, by nothing other than the eye of a basilisk.

As they reached St.Mungos on the back of a Thestral, the witch asked a mediwizard and healer,

"Do you think she can be saved?"

The mediwizard worked for hours and hours trying to de-petrify the infant.

At last, she had done it.

The young girl came to life, stretching and saying nonsense, but you could faintly hear her mumbling "Papa?" Amongst the other nonsense she spouted.

The witch who found her held her in her arms cradling her.

"I suspect she has been petrified for about two years, she must have looked at the reflection of a basilisk," The mediwizard said. "She has been pefltrified for so long, I doubt anyone is looking for her. We havent had any reports, we recieve them all. We have already checked the records. Will you be keeping her, with that said?"

"Oh...of course not, I have no time for much of anything these days. The ministry keeps me on my toes and I'm there almost every day of the week. In fact, I found her on my way to collect potion ingredients."

"Well at least give her a name," The healer said. "To list her in adoption she has to have a name."

"Nova....." The witch said, thinking of her mothers name.

                             ~***~
                     A month later

Nova was put up for adoption in the witching world, and adopted by an elderly witch. The witch was later banned and no longer allowed to use magic. She had no money at all, and couldnt pay for the 2 year old Novas food, let alone her own.

Nova was once again put up for adoption, but this time placed in a muggle adoption center.

                   ~ 5 years later ~

Nova had sat in the center for years, never being adopted for the peculiar things she did. She would explode things when she was nervous, or would somehow make things float.

Every time she scared off those who wanted her.

She began to think that maybe she was mad or crazy or maybe even at some times magic. She could do things no one she had ever met could do.

                   ~One year later~

Had her time finally come? Could she finally have a home?

A young couple, who were about 27 years old, had come to adopt her.

Would she scare them off as usual?

She went into a room with them, for a "conference."

"Hello dear," The woman said with a bright and warm smile. "I am Mrs. Parks, and this is Mr.Parks." she pointed to her husband. " if you  would like to call us by our first names I'm Carol and this is Sean."

Nova nodded and smiled. She tried to stay calm, as to not make anything abnormal happen.

"Me and Sean have been discussing, and well, it hasnt veen confirmed yet, but we would like to adopt you."

Nova smiled happily and nodded again, trying not to jump for joy.

The 3 of them talked for a while. Nova was proud to say that she hadnt done anything suspicious, except for making Mrs. Park's bun fall.

About a month later she had finally had a home, one she loved.