TOUJOURS PUR. HARRY POTTER. (1)

o. ━━ ❛ toujours pur. ❜

FUTILE DEVICES.
[SUMARRY]
❛ SHE IS NOT JUST A WARRIOR BUT A DRAGON 
SHE AIN'T AFRAID―TO BURN YOUR HEAVEN TO THE GROUND. ❜  

Here's the thing―the world wasn't the best to people who were different.

Freaks! They would call you. What a weirdo. They would say.

Sure, there were people who cared enough to convince you that you are special, that you weren't made to fit in but to stand out. But how much of it did really help? Were every one of those special ones capable of breaking out of that intrinsic human desire to feel validated? The desire to belong somewhere? The feeling of home with people who accepted and loved the freak you are?

Eleven year old Clarissa Cain knows her odds. With a power that flows from every crevices of her bones through her veins to the tips of her fingers, Clarissa understands if she wants to belong in the muggle world and make it her home with people she loves and cares for, she would have to be a part of the world she truly belongs to, the magical world, her world.

The only thing Clarissa Cain cared about was getting a magical education―because lord knows she needs it to control her magic―under the house with an admirably intimidating snake as their emblem because what the hell snakes are cute and cunning but would totally hiss at you if you breathed in their direction.

But coming from a world that cannot accommodate the likes of her to being placed in a house that drowned in their prejudice refusing to accept her until the blood in her veins cease to exist,
How long will it be before the pretty little Clarissa realizes the one crucial truth? 

the world only has as much power as she grants it.