Name: Charlotte Mae Slytherin
Age: 13
Height: 5'2
Build: Skinny
House: Slytherin

Likes --† Darkness --† Seclusion --† Anything black --† Mindful Creatures --† Winter

Dislikes --† The Sun --† Big Crowds --† Bright colors --† Unintelligence --† Summer

Hello, my name is Charlotte-Mae Slytherin. My story begins alone, for no wizard nor witch can accurately record what became of my blood parents. I never knew them, a family found ma alone and near death when I was not yet a year old. With me was a letter and all it said was

Those who took me in were Dalin and Anita Hippogrit. I was discovered as I said near death in the Dark Forest only a few miles from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. My foster parents told me they were there in search of unicorn hairs when they stumbled across me. I was not crying nor struggling to move, I lay barely conscious at the roots of a tree whose bark had been stripped and laid beneath me as a bed. The note left with my body was written by a quill on the bark beneath me. I had no cover from the elements and my skin was ghostly pale and icy cold. They took me as their own and slowly nursed me back to health, allowing me into their family along with their only daughter Kira. Kira was three years at the time and coped well with having a younger sister. But as time passed, and I learned of my origins and powers, I began to see differences among the Hippogrit family and myself.

--)Year One(--
The Unicorn Wand

The time I had been waiting to arrive for ten years had finally come. I was eleven and it was time to start my journey through Hogwarts. My parents accompanied myself and my sister to Diagon Alley where I purchased the necessary elements for school. The first stop was for a wand that suited me just perfectly, which I entered alone. The shop owner brought out several for me to test, all of which failed miserably. I had decided earlier in life that a wooden-core wand was not for me. The shop keeper looked puzzled, thinking of what to test next. A flicker of silver came upon his eye as he rushed into the back of his store for several minutes, returning with a long velvet-covered box.

"This, my dear girl, is one of my prized wands. No wizard of witch before has ever been able to control its magic properly. In the center of this wand lies a majestic unicorn hair from the Dark Forest."

He carefully opened the box and gestured for me to grasp the wand. I picked it up and immediately felt the pure power it emitted. I examined the shiny black and silver wand carefully and then with much anticipation gave a quick flick of my wrist. All candles in the shop extinguished and the tip of the wand glowed with a eerie misty silver.

"Ahh," the shop keeper sighed, "I knew one of these days some gifted witch or wizard would claim this wand. What did you say your name was?" He asked curiously.

"I didn't," I replied only paying partial attention to him as I further examined my new wand. "But my name is Charlotte Mae Slytherin."

The shop keeper did not reply and a deafening silence fell over the room. I looked up only because I was expected a response back, but nothing came. He was staring at me with an intrigued look upon his face.

"And who are you parents?" He finally blurted out in one gasp of air.

"I never knew them," I replied, my attention now fully on him. "I was abandoned as a baby in the Dark Forest and adopted by the Hippogrit's."

"Oh well my dear Slytherin," he said quietly, but then his voice fell to a whisper as he leaned toward me. "We shall see if your name upholds…"

His voice trailed off and he turned, muttering something to himself which I did not catch. I turned and left the shop, my new hand firmly griped in my hand. I wondered if it had only been by chance that the unicorn hair inside my wand came from the very forest I was found in. My thoughts lingered on the subject for a few seconds until me sister ran up to me insisting to see my wand. I reluctantly showed her as my family finished retrieving my remaining necessities form the remaining shops.

A Flame in the Dark

While at Diagon Alley, my parents wanted to make sure I could contact them whenever I needed to. And so, we searched for an owl. As my parents rummaged around through the endless mess of cages, I noticed a glow coming from a dark corner in the back of the shop. I glanced at my parents to make sure they weren't watching me, and then slowly made my way through the mess to a magnificent cage. It was difficult to see the contents because there were barely any holes in the iron casing. I called the shop keeper to my aid and questioned what the contents of the cage were.

The shop keeper sighed deeply as if to think of his response. "That is a phoenix that is. He has been here for many years as he refuses to obey any order. I have tired to find an owner for this pet, but no customer can control it and so I have given up all hope and put him in this cage."

I listened intently to his explanation. A phoenix was a find of a life time. I saw my chance here to possess such a creature. "Do you mind if I take a look?"

The shop keeper glanced at the cage, "Be my guest, but don't complain if he is stubborn."

He tapped the wand against the metal cage and it disappeared. A brilliant bird of warm colors stood in the middle of where the cage previously was. I looked carefully over the phoenix as my spirits lifted.

"What is his name?" I questioned eagerly.

"I don't rightfully know," the shop keeper replied in a sullen tone, "I won't answer to anything. I've tried for years to get him to look at me, but he's no better than a statue."

I looked the bird over once more, thinking to myself. What could a name be that is suitable for such a magnificent creature?

"Firan," I said softly. The phoenix tilted its head a looked directly into my eyes. It straightened itself and extended it neck as if to stretch.

"What did you say?" The shop keeper questioned.

"Firan," I repeated in a firm tone. The phoenix opened its wings and rustled its feathers. I held out my arm and it carefully stepped onto my extended wrist.

"That's amazing!" cried the shop keeper. "I've never seen him act like this! How did you know his name girl? Oh my, you have rightfully claimed…"

The shop keeper rambled on excitedly for a few minutes before my parents rushed to his side to see what the noise was. They looked around his huge figure at me holding Firan.

"That is no own," my mother said sternly, "We came here looking for an own. Not… not… a phoenix. Phoenix's are not good carrying birds!"

The shop keeper interrupted my mother. "I beg your pardon, madam," he began, "This phoenix has chosen his master and your daughter is it. He has been here for ages and not once has he reacted to a person as he has towards her. I must insist you take him. Besides, phoenixes are reliable birds. They can carry messages; it is just not usually practiced: a phoenix carrying a letter, but it has been done. I assure you, this bird of no different than an owl, and in fact it is more reliable than an owl, seeing as the phoenix is the most loyal creature alive."

The shop keeper seemed out as breath because he stopped suddenly. Either that or he determined that his long winded explanation would have to sink into my parent's minds. Both my mother and father exchanged looks before reaching a silent agreement.

"Alright," my father said returning his sights to Firan, "You can keep him, but I better not hear of you getting in trouble for having a phoenix at school."

A Galleon of Looks

It was a cool September morning when my parents woke me with a start.

"You're going to miss the train if you don't hurry up!" She bellowed, "Come on child, get your things. Your sister and father are waiting for you in the car. It is your introduction to Hogwarts and you don't want to be late!"

I jumped from beg and grabbed my trunk. There was no need to pack because I had done it the night before in anticipation. I had also fallen asleep in my clothes so there was no need for me to change. Firan was already in his cage staring intently at me as I grabbed his cage and headed downstairs and to the car.

We arrived at the train station at half past eleven. My parents rushed Kira and myself towards platform nine and a three-quarters. I rushed though the barrier and boarded the train quickly. My sister told me she was going to sit with her friends. She then turned from me and left me to find a place to sit. I found an empty compartment and set all my belonging on the seat opposite me. As the train filled, no one came to join me in my compartment which suited me just fine.

As we neared the end of our train ride, the sky grew darker as the sun set. I pulled my robes out of my trunk and changed into them. The train came to a halt and I heard several voices yelling, "First years this way please!"

I hurried out of the train with my belongings and followed the voices. My fellow first years and I were lead to several boats. We were instructed to get into them and then began our journey towards the school. When we arrived, our belongings were laid against the wall and we were instructed to follow professor McGonagall to the dining hall where we would be sorted into our houses. My sister, being a Gryffindor, wished me luck in making the Gryffindor house before we left our house. The doors opened and we were lead down between the rows of table where we stopped in front of the teacher.

The sorting hat, which my sister had told me about, began its song. I however did not listen to it for I was scanning the room. Professor McGonagall began reading the list of students off. Again, I spent little time listening to her words, until I heard my name, "Slytherin, Charlotte Mae."

As I stepped forward, all conversation which had previously been happening stopped. The room was dead silent as I approached the sorting hat. Even the headmaster took special care to look me over. The sorting hat was placed in my head as I found my sister among a crowd of Gryffindor sixth-years. She smiled at me and then the sorting hat began to speak.

"Well, this decision is not a difficult one. As I hear, your last name suits you well. Therefore, I have no choice, but to put you in SLYTHERIN!"

I made my way slowly over to the Slytherin table where I was greeted with a warm welcome. As I say, many surrounded me questioning my heritage. "Is your last name really Slytherin." "Are you really related to the founder of this house and… You-Know-Who?" Instead of blessing them with my voice, I simply shook my head yes.

--)Year Three(--
Animagus Truth

At the beginning of my third year, I made an amazing discovery. It was an early lesson of Defense Against the Dark Arts that my class learned about the Animagus. An Animagus is a witch or wizard who possesses the power to change his or her form into that of an animal. Each witch or wizard can only have one form and must be licensed as an Animagus with the Ministry of Magic.

I had known for years that I could transform into a winged snake, but I had no idea how to control it. I practiced for days until I felt I had mastered the transformation. I simply willed it and I transformed. My shiny black scales shone brightly in the sun. My back was ridged with several spines tipped in red. My long, dragon-like wings were strung with blood red skin. I was happy with my appearance as an Animagus because it frightened most students and teachers in Hogwarts.

Division of My Powers

The first two years went by with almost no memorable events. I acquired no friends, shunning even those of my own house. Although I treated other Slytherins with respect for being in my house, I made an effort to avoid relations with most of them. My classes taught me the fundamentals of magic, but my own research of advanced spells is what transformed me into a force to be reckoned with. I could defeat any student in my year who attempted to pick a fight with me. I was even more advanced than most fourth and fifth years.

It was not a student, teacher, or any human-formed creature that proved my ultimate disappointment. It was a beautiful day: overcast, cold, dreary, basically the harshest environment imaginable for most. I was chasing a fellow third year through the dark forest. Tsunkio, a brainy Ravenclaw, was one of my favorite subjects of torture. Although an extremely intelligent and gifted wizard, he had not the courage or will to use his learned magic to fight back.

I don't know exactly how it happened, but while he was running from my stream of casted spells, he fell dead. I came upon his motionless body lying by the shore of an eerie lake I had never seen before. The surface of the lake was placid and mist hovered thickly above the icy, dark waters. I looked upon this lake with much curiosity: it had brought chills to my fearless body. I had never experienced such a horrified feeling as I looked upon its treacherous waters.

Suddenly, the mist began to swirl, and the placid water became rough with currents. The swirling waters rose several feet in the air. The column of water appeared to be glowing for its core. The water fell, and settled as it had before. In the place of the column, hovered a beautiful water spirit.

She looked upon the motionless Tsunkio and me (who was standing above him).

You have done this. Her voice was magestic and powerful. Do you understand the impact your actions have had?

She looked at me intently; I could sense her powers searching my soul.

Your soul is evil and unkind. Yet, you have happy memories, you simply choose to hide them away in the back of your mind. Therefore, you do not deserve the joy of being cheerful.

She looked down upon Tsunkio and her gaze became softened.

You seem not to care for the wellbeing of your fellow students. This poor being lived not a full life because of your actions. I cannot reverse your evil, but I can bring him hope. I shall steal all the happiness of your being and give him a new life.

I couldn't speak, my mind and vocal chord seemed to by frozen. All I could do is watch and listen. She closed her eyes and stretched her hand out toward Tsunkio and me. Her voice changed as she spoke words foreign to me.

Iyada shuntio kay de hath. Rosal shaya hunst delo haya shay. Brint lemo gunda hunsha prunata juntio formil faya.

The water beneath the spirit began to swirl again. I felt myself go cold like all the light inside me was drained. I fell to the ground, my eyes still on the spirit. Tsunkio rose limply into the air, his hair turned white and his fingers twitched with life.

As the water spirit opened her eyes, Tsunkio fell to the ground beside myself.

There she spoke Now you will continue with your life as you had before, but Tsunkio will begin a new life, a blessed life. He will remain a student at Hogwarts, but his memory will be gone. He will not be as you remembered him, he will represent the purity inside of you, he will be what you are not, and you will be what he is not.

The spirit sank slowly into the lake as its surfaced calmed and the mist returned. I looked at Tsunkio who still lay beside me, only now he was breathing. I pulled myself to my feet and stumbled back to the castle of Hogwarts, not caring what became of Tsunkio.