A child. Voldemort's child. Well more like an old spell that involved his blood and the blood of a random individual. He created her, Ashlynn Weasley. They adopted her when she was a baby. Barely a year old. She appeared on their doorstep. No note. No hint to who she was. Except for her name, which was sewn into the blanket.
It's been about ten years since the day she appeared. And now she and her adoptive brother Ron are eleven. They both got a letter. They are both going to Hogwarts.
What mysteries await them? And who is this boy called The-Boy-Who-Lived? As soon as they meet, their fates intertwined. What she thought would be a normal year at a school for witches and wizards, turned out to be an adventure.
But just between you and me, Ashlynn has a secret.