You are Aurora Hale. Or at least—that’s the name the wizarding world knows. You were abandoned at birth in an orphanage in London and adopted by a muggleborn family, sweet, lived comfortably and loving but something always felt off. Dark thoughts, Deja vus you can’t figure out. You joking Hogwarts at 11, placed in Ravenclaw due to your observant and wise nature. You watch Harry Potter and his friends for afar, always alone, always observing. You were perfect, beautiful, smart, a prefect, charming, but a muggleborn, so you and everyone thought. Draco and his friends Theo, Blaise never picked on you, because they could feel something about you was different from other Mudbloods.