Hope was on a mission...one that brought her here to this room. She walked all around looking at trophy after trophy and then she found it. The name of the woman she had been on a mission to find.

It had all started with a mirror. One that showed her, not the reflections of herself, but one of an older version almost. One of a woman with blonde curls, jade green eyes, and an all perfect smile too much like her own. Even the curve and lift of the eyebrow matched to perfection. Then she stumbled upon the picture. A picture of the same woman in an old Daily Prophet announcing the arrival of the Holyhead Harpies with the name of Heather Malfoy and the position of Beater. The article had also mentioned that she had played for the Gryffindor House in school.

She stared at the multiple trophies with the woman name one it. Seemed she had played well too for she had played in a game against Professors and she played more than one position, but favored beater. Too much alike. Too much in common.

Hope took a deep breath and found a clean spot on the floor to sit and stare up at the woman's name. She looked down at the picture in hand. They looked so much alike...and her mother had let it slip kind of...over winter break. The cancer did it really. Her mothers words haunted her. She can't help...she's not mine.

Was she adopted?