Okay, so I was looking through my old notebooks when I stumbled upon one with a cover that said “Dream Big”. Curious, I flipped through the notebook. I saw some old drawings, characters, and sketches. Then I stumbled upon a handwritten story I had written a long time ago, labeled “Jenny Podmore”. All the memories came flooding back. I had written the story about two years ago. Jenny Podmore used to be my OC, my first version of Shiloh Skybane. I read the story. These are the exact words from the story (please no hate, I wrote this when I was quite young and immature):

Chapter One ~ The Serpent

Felicity Podmore was a peculiar female. Instead of delivering letters by postman, she delivered letters by owls. Instead of driving to London, she travelled to London by Floo powder. And, most peculiar of all, she didn’t go to “Miss Leonard’s Boarding School for Young Children”, or “Stonewall High”. She went to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. She was a witch, you see.
She was a very good witch, top of almost every class. Except Divination. She “didn’t have a true Seer’s eye”, as Madam Patil had told her.
She was what wizards called a “pureblood”. It meant that her family were witches and wizards ever since it started. Most purebloods would be in Slytherin, but she got made a Ravenclaw instead. When she grew up, she worked at the Ministry of Magic. Her life was almost complete - except, she didn’t have a husband or children. She was very lonely. Until she met Drew. Drew Turner was what wizards called a muggle - a nonmagic person. But it didn’t matter to Felicity. She married him.
She hadn’t told him that she was a witch yet, and felt a small pang of guilt every time she remembered. But she felt like it was for the best.
A few months later, she got pregnant, and decided that now was the time to tell Drew. She stopped him from watching the television one night and told him everything. Her post, her travel, her kind. She even told him that she quit her wizard job to marry him. He was outraged when she told him the last part, that their child would most likely be a witch or wizard. He was pretty good at not showing his rage, and asked her to prove it. She took out her wand, muttered a nonsense word, and waved it. A silver ocelot erupted from the end of it and ran around. Drew nodded, bid her goodnight, and went to bed.
He couldn’t sleep that night. How could she have lied to him about - about everything? Her job, her post, and - what scared him most - their child.
A few months later, which seemed like a day to Drew, they were rushing to the hospital, and his wife was lying in the bed in the maternity ward.
Now, while everything was all hustle and bustle, no one noticed the elder old witch pouring poison into Felicity’s water cup.
A few hours later, she had her child. It was a girl. “Her name is Jennifer,” Felicity said weakly. “Jenny for short.” She said she was thirsty and asked for some water. They gave her the cup with poison in it, but, of course, they didn’t know. The witch watched eagerly from behind the curtain. Felicity held the cup to her lips - she drank it in one gulp.
“Now that she’s to the side,” the witch whispered hoarsely. “I’ll have a clear path to the child when the muggles leave.”
When all the doctors left, and Felicity was asleep, the witch crept up to Felicity’s bed and studied her. The witch could tell that she was barely alive. The nausea from the potion would be kicking in soon. So, the witch crept up to the cradle where Jenny lay.
A little infant with little tufts of red hair lay in the cradle. She had two rosy cheeks, both of which were spotted with freckles. The witch shivered with excitement. This was the chance to bring her master a new follower…
Felicity woke with a start. She saw the witch leaning over Jenny’s crib, who immediately looked up to see Felicity glaring at her. “Worvena,” she said darkly. “I should have known. Get aw-w-way from my ch-ch-child.” The poison was kicking in. “Ahhh, Felicity,” Worvena said happily. “It will be a matter of minutes before the poison kills you.”
Felicity looked thoughtful for a second. Then she dug in her pocket, pulled out a small stone, and swallowed it. “Bet you didn’t expect me to have a bezoar, Worvena,” Felicity said. “What’s your plan B?” Worvena sighed happily. “My dear, you are stalling your death. I would rather kill you quickly. AVADA KEDAVRA!” And in a flash of green from Worvena’s wand, Felicity was dead.
Worvena stowed her wand in her pocket and walked over to Jenny’s crib, almost as if killing someone with a wand was normal. Jenny stirred, happy in her dreams. Worvena reached toward Jenny’s arm. But as soon as she grabbed it…
BANG!
A noise like a gunshot echoed through the room, blasting Worvena away. A serpent appeared out of thin air. Then it coiled itself around Jenny’s arm. Finally, as though Jenny was a sponge, the serpent soaked through Jenny’s skin, leaving a mark like a serpent coiled around Jenny’s arm.
Jenny felt white-hot pain. She started to cry. The doctors and Drew bursted into the room. They saw the dead Felicity, the crying Jenny, and the mark coiled around her arm.
The news spread around the wizarding world like wildfire. Why had a snake appeared on Jenny’s arm. And...where was Worvena Warbeck?