Holly Potter's earliest memory is hearing her uncle telling people only three people are living in the house. Even from such a young age Holly knew something wasn't right. She didn't get to leave for hours like her cousin, she didn't get a room, and she didn't get to eat the meals she prepares. 12:00 am, as those small numbers flashed on her cousin's watch Holly blew away her hand drawn cake. Unbeknownst to her, her life was about to change. But how would she manage in a new world when she doesn't know how to speak in her old one?