I looked around the orphanage as my mother pulled me roughly by the arm. At least I guessed she was my mother. We both had the same red hair, but she would beat me and hit me whenever I did something wrong or made my twin sister cry. I had bruises all over and my cheek was red from where she slapped me the day before for accidentally breaking one of my twin's new toys. "I should have done this the day you were born. You're nothing more than a mistake!" My mother hissed. "It should have only been Ginny! And now that I've gotten rid of you everything will be perfect!" She yelled, letting go of me and pushing me to the ground. As soon as she did that she was gone.

I stood up and looked around. It was a run down old building with broken windows and sad looking children standing around. I walk up to the doors and knock, my tiny fists barely making a sound, but the door opened nonetheless. A sad and old looking woman opened up the door. She sighed when she saw me, and knelt down to pick me up. "Another one eh? Poor kid." She said, shaking her head as she brought me inside.