These are the stories

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 “Sit still you three” the nanny begged. It was time for a family portrait. It was required by Silver’s family during the holidays. “Ursula, your hair.” the nanny signed, turning to the four year old girl. “Please sweaty, turn it blonde, just for the picture. Then you can have it whatever color you wish.” Ursula’s hair quickly chained from a briliant green to a flaming red. She folded her arms and screamed “I DON’T WANT TO!” Her face went as red as her hair. Her mother talking with the paainter, giving him explicit instructions as to what needed to be done, and her father just rushing in from work, limping slightly from a mission he had just gone on. “Ursula,” the nanny begged. “I just need you to change your hair for three seconds. That is it, can you do that.” Ursula looked at the woman who had raised her. The one that she wanted to call mother, but couldn’t ”But I don’t like my hair blonde.” Her hair changed from red to blue and she looked at her nanny with begging eyes. “If you do,” the nanny whispered, “I’ll let you have three cookies for dessert.” Ursula gave the nanny a slight nod. And the nanny stepped back, just in time for both parents to take their place, everyone smile and then a flash of light. The picture came out with what looked like a perfect family smiling, and waving, with ursula’s blonde hair at the roots, slowly becoming blue once more.

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The December after graduation was the longest month of Ursula’s life. Her younger sibling was off to Hogwarts, and her older brother was off...somewhere. She was hoping to have a nice boy toy, but that went south real fast, and her Slytherin boy was off trying out for a professional team. How rude of them to abandon her. She was happy for him trying out to be a pro, but now she was alone. Ursula sat in a big chair in the family’s library, flipping through the Tales of Beedle the Bard. It was enjoyable but she had read a hundred times. She still enjoyed the book, because her nanny used to read it to her when she was younger. After reading that, she moved on to yet another book. ‘I could get a job.’ she thought to herself. But why would she do that? Ursula was not the type to work. Especially for someone. That was not something she was going to do.

Ursula had free reign of the Savage mansion, but she was still in the library. Now flipping through a new book. She read through a book that mentioned lagitemens and occlumens. This was when she got the idea. Within a day or so, she sought out a teacher. A man who agreed to teach Ursula to become an occlumens. Training was rigorous and painful for Ursula. Having this man enter into her mind and expose her innermost thoughts and secrets was difficult for her. Ursula could feel him getting closer and closer to her truest secret. The secret about what she did to a muggle family. She had to keep that secret. Under no circumstance could he find out what she did. As she pondered her predicament, she thought about giving up, but then she would go back to being board, and what if someone else came along and found out what she had done, or even about the books that she had about muggle explosions. She had to press on. Through time, Ursula figured out that by worrying about that one secret, it allowed the man to get closer to it. But though practicing, and study, Ursula learned to block her thoughts and feelings from anyone. She had too.