Prolog

She remembers the moment she let it go. All the pent-up power insider like a damn bursting through one giant break in the wall. She couldn't remember who she was in that moment, everything she saw was black and gray. All she knew was the sent of energy and the need for more, more of what this energy was she didn't know. Her body moved in angles no normal humans would contorting almost as though they were not a part of her body. It was as if her mind was not even attached to her. Everything was clouded by a black smoke and whips of black and grey sand burning around her. It was like a heat she had never experienced both hot and cold yet equally painful and powerful there was some other sharp pain behind it like electricity shocking her like lightning every time she moved.

And she was moving, not walking more like a mix between jumping and flying, she would see a blurred destination and be pushed through there by her body it was not something she had full control over. All she knew was that there was there were fences everywhere and men in black and green uniforms. She wiped against them tangling the fence and their bodies into each other tearing both apart.

Then as she felt herself pulling apart the painting flashed through her head, it used to hang above their fireplace at their old apartment it was so lifelike and she could swear in her memories sometimes it moved. It was like a snapshot of the feelings, of love, and light from that painting that brought her mind back from the edge and she pulled as hard as she could to bring all of the parts of herself back together. And it burned like burning coal and sand running through her veins and slowly settling in like lead in her veins.

Until finally her mangled body was whole again. Then she heard the dogs. And she forced her heavy body to run, running deeper into the woods the cold didn't touch her even though she was barely dressed a thin gown covering her. Flashes of light and memories flashed through her mind, her mother, her father, her old home, and she felt the prick of sadness pierce her heart like a dagger. It didn't last long, the flashes of her home became cloudy and then it started, memories of him, his white coat, his blond hair and pale gaunt face and dark blue eyes, his hands on her, her mother's frail body, she felt sick and angry and the fog became darker and darker and the power surged and two words rang through her ears…. my puppy…. and her vision was gone her body burned again the dogs closing in and she rounded back to them barreling through the animals with a vengeance she could barely identify as her own, but it felt... so good, the release the power was exhilarating.

But something didn't feel entirely right. It became harder to hold onto the awareness of herself again, as she tore through the dogs their bones and flesh ripping like paper, she felt herself slowly being torn as well, no, more like a shell being ground into sand her being felt like it was being ground into the darkness around her. She didn't know what to do. She needed to pull herself together again, she had to use this power to take control. Her heartbeat guiding her, pulling her back to reality and physicality by pulling her body back together.

Then she was cold, her bones felt cold inside her hot flesh, almost like they didn't belong. She didn't have many sences available to her but one feeling that was very powerful was the urge to stay alive, to fight and live. It was growing dark, and as she became more aware of her surroundings so did her body and the cold was becoming more harsh. She took a brief moment to look around at what she had to assume is what is left of the dogs that had been following her. She felt slightly sick looking at the carnage of the leftovers, and upset that she couldn't control herself enuf in order to save the fur so that she could have at least something more to cover herself.

But there was not a whole lot of time before she had to find cover before she would freeze, the sun had been going down quickly and she could make out some warm lights off in the opposite direction that she came from. She walked towards the dim lights only looking back to make sure her footprints were not traceable. Though her limbs felt like lead she picked her feet up and pushed forward with all the might she could muster.

She would never go back there, she never would allow herself to be used like that again. Now that she has power she was determined to destroy the world she lived in, and from its ashes she would build a new one.

I have been Debating on whether or not to add this here but decided to anyway. She will eventually go to Hogwarts and meet some of the students there hijinks ensues etc etc. But for the people who just read for that part, she will get there around ch 7 or 8, I hope you read through it but if you are just about the Hogwarts setting is just a little way in. Hope you enjoy :)