Nickname: None
Age: One Year Older Than Harry Potter
Year: One Year Ahead of Harry Potter
House: Home schooled, then Slytherin
Blood Status: Half-Blood
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Eventual Partner: Marten
Brief History: The adopted daughter of Albus Dumbledore. She was home schooled from her first year until her fifth year. When she was finally allowed to attend Hogwarts. In that year it is revealed that her true father is Tom Marvolo Riddle, Lord Voldemort. She falls in love with the new assistant to the Divinations Professor, Marten.
Starting Post: Anya couldn't help but be so excited It was finally here. Her first year at Hogwarts. She couldn't believe it. Her father was finally letting her attend. Sure, it took her four years of begging to finally convince him. And she was technically coming in as a fifth year, but she didn't care.
There had been days where she thought her father would home school her forever. But after nearly four years of begging, pleading, and tears she had finally gotten her way. And she was officially going to be a student of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Sure, bring home schooled by the Head Master was great and all, but it meant she lacked the social interactions and social skills and knowledge you gained from actually being in school with others. She was wearing first year robes, since she hadn't been sorted yet. Though, it was evident that she was no first year.
She knew when they called her name for sorting it would bring the entire school to a screeching half. So her father had thought ahead for that. A quick name change was all it took. So instead of Anya Dumbledore people would know her as Anya Bogard. It was an unknown name, that way is was a clean slate. Only a select few people knew. Albus Dumbledore, Severus Snape, and Minerva McGonnagal were among them.
So that meant no special treatment, no being coddled because of who her father was. She was actually glad for that. Wanting to prove herself on her own mettle, not her family.
"Now, you look just a little too 'grown up' to be a first year," a smooth voice whispered in her ear. A hand slipping down her sides.
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