White light sneaks its way into my closed eyes. I try to reach my hands up to rub at my eyes, but my hands are caught in something. My eyes open fully, and I am met by harsh lightning that makes me instantly close my eyes again.

"Miss Noir," says a soft voice.

I open my eyes again to see the lady who was in the girls' home standing over me.

"Is this hell?" I question softly.

The woman lets out an exasperated breath as she starts to speak, "No, and I'm trying very hard not to take offense to that," the lady warns.

I glance around at my surroundings. Multiple white metal beds with gray blankets lining both walls of the long room. There are small medical green dividers in between the beds. The curtains are pulled back, letting the sunlight stream through the intricately designed windows. I glance to my right and see a silver IV pole with a tube running down to my hand.

"I'm sorry, but who are you? Where am I? What happened?" I start to ramble, and my voice becomes more urgent as more questions arise.

"I'm Professor Minerva McGonagall. This is Hogwarts, and to answer your question about what happened, I was hoping you could tell me," she replies.

The woman sits down on the bed next to mine. When I looked better at her face, I recognized her as the woman who had entered my room at the girl's home. Her tall, pointed hat with feathers and jewels stands out, making her unforgettable. Her emerald-colored robes had been the first color I had besides shades of gray in a long time. After I recognized her, the constant chanting and praying from those days flood back. The receptive sounds are not only annoying but make you not even able to comprehend your thoughts. I yank my hands up to my head, pulling on the IV in the process. My fingers weave into my hair, yanking as if I can pull the sounds out of my head. My eyes snap shut, trying to build a wall between those memories and me.

"Oh dear," I hear a woman breathe.

I feel my hands carefully pull my IV hand out of my hair. There are loud beeping sounds around me; they get louder and closer together, and then slowly, they become more distant as I try to calm my body down. When I cautiously open my clenched eyes I see a yellow tube going up to my face. I gently touch it and follow it with my fingers to my nose.

"What is this?" I question shyly.

"It is a feeding tube. It goes through your nose and into your stomach so food can quickly get into it. It was very important when you were rushed in here, seeing as underweight you were," she clarifies.

The woman works quickly around me putting something in my IV and messing with the machines around me.

"Let's see how you feel for the next few hours, then maybe we can look at taking that feeding tube out and letting you eat some real food," the lady explains.

"Excuse me, what is your name?" I ask.

"I'm Madam Pomphrey, I'm the school nurse here," she introduces herself.

She walks over to where McGonagall is sitting on the white metal bed.

"Are you able to tell us your name please?" McGonagall questions, looking concerned.

"Syria," I answer without issue

She gives a small smile before she clarifies, "Your full name?"

I pause for a second, having to think before I answer, "Seria Saxon Adara Noir." Something that would have been so easy to answer, felt like I had to go swimming in my mind for the information.

She nods before she asks her next question, "How old are you."

"I'm eleven," I respond, this time the information came more easily.

They continue to interrogate me for over an hour, writing new information down and giving me odd looks when my answers don't match their papers. I keep glancing at the small watch on the nurse's wrist, willing for however long they plan to question me to be nearing. Their questions get more and more personal and invasive, causing me to start to give them shorter answers every time. They start to become frustrated with my vague, one-word answers very quickly.

Their next question is one, that particularly angers me though.

"Why did your last foster family fall through?" they both probe.

"I don't see why that information pertains to you," I reply snidely.

"Please Ms. Noir, may you give some more information on the situation please," the Nurse begs.

They keep asking me questions, but I have stopped speaking at all after their last question.

McGonagall lets out a sigh of frustration as she gets up and exits the infirmary. I stare up at the cream-colored ceiling appreciating the first moment of silence since I woke up in this strange place. This is the first building I have seen that wasn't religious that truly did seem beautiful. You could tell the person who was responsible for the architecture was truly gifted. I had only seen one room of the building, but I was eager to see more of the beautiful design. It had the perfect balance of something older but with a mix of modern to not make it outdated. While the two women were slamming me with question after question I was planning how I would escape this room come night so that I could see the rest of the building. I hate hospitals, they make my skin crawl. I must get out of here.

I don't trust these people, there is no other way to put it or a reason to try to sugarcoat it. They haven't given me a reason to, they ripped me out of a horrid yet familiar place and now I know I am no longer even in France, my home, because of their accents. I don't think they know I have caught on to that, they think I'm not listening to what they are whispering about me, but I am. I would be a fool not to listen.

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McGonagall comes back to sit by me again, and I am already frustrated before she even opens her mouth. Since the moment I woke up I have had question after question thrown at me.

"I'm very sorry for how I acted earlier. I know it must not be fun to be asked question after question by people you do not know," she apologizes. "I would like to start over please, if you would let me. How about we change the roles and you get to ask some of the questions you must have."

Her words have put me in shock, but I am careful not to show it. To hear an adult seem sincere in their apology is very shocking. I was quiet for a few minutes, trying to see if she would take back her apology or blow up at my silence. She is correct in that I have many questions, but the only questions I care about are the ones I have been asking for years that I know that she can not answer because no one can.

"Please, I know you have questions. I know you are likely scared and you have every right to be, but I am a safe place for your thoughts and I will answer or provide advice to the best of my abilities," she begs and she seems desperate for me to speak.

I'm quiet for another minute before my voice escapes my lips, "How long was I in there?"

"We are not exactly sure, but we predict two months. It is a wonder you were able to survive that long with no food or water, it was impossible," she explains.

"I had water. There were many leaks in the room," I whisper. "Why is a school interested in me randomly?"

"Hogwarts is not interested in you randomly. Hogwarts is a school for as you say special or gifted students. Have you ever done or had something very strange happen to you? I mean as in not something that is comprehendible to the people around you?"

"Yes," I answer

"The reason that happens is because you are a witch Ms. Noir. Hogwarts is a school for those who have access to magic," McGonigal announces.

"So they were right. I really am a demon," I breathe.

McGonagall stands up abruptly, "Where on earth did you come up with that horrendous idea!" she exclaims

I shrink into myself, I didn't mean to upset her.

"The Priest and the nuns," I answer. "They said that is why I can change my facial structure. I heard them say one time it was why boys were always wanting to be around me, that I was doing Satan's dirty work, trying to get them to fall into temptation."

She shakes her head in shock and disbelief. She slowly sits back down on the bed and leans over till her head is sitting in her hands. I wait a few minutes watching as her back slowly comes up and falls again. It has been a few minutes when she finally lifts her head back up and I notice her eyes are rimmed red.

"That is not true. You are not a demon. The reason your face can contort is because you are a metaphormagus, it is a trait that some people have in our world. It is similar to how the muggle world views shapeshifting. The reason boys seem to follow you is because you have Veela blood," she explains

"What is a Veela?" I question

"A Veela is someone who attracts people because of their looks, but there is also such thing as the Veela charm. The Veela charm is something that they can turn on to make someone obsessed with you, it is a very scary ability and one that must be taken seriously," she warns. "Veelas typically have very light skin and straight light blonde hair."

I glance down at my hair, it is a knotted mess, but it is definitely not light blonde or straight. I have always had light brown curly hair. Though I have always been pale, everyone said I looked sickly pale, not the kind that makes me look beautiful to many people. I don't know if that is because of my genes or that I have barely spent time outside in my life.

I glance up and see McGonagall is watching me look at myself, not seeing how her description fits me.

"We suspect that you are not full Veela," she explains

I slowly nod my head as I try to process this information.

"I will go get Madam Pomfrey. Tomorrow I will be taking you to get your school supplies," she says as she leaves the room.

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