Anastasia Harlow is what some may call an accident child. Don't mistake this for an unwanted child. She wasn't not wanted. She just wasn't expected. Her parents - Ilvermorny graduates known as Bianca Trent and Jonathan Harlow - were both young and hadn't been dating for a long time at all. They didn't even think they wanted to get married. (They did in time. Not because they felt forced to with an unexpected child at all. In fact, they didn't even finally get married until five years later.) There was also the fact that both of them had done and still did risky jobs for risky people. Dark wizards, gangs, and pretty much anyone else who may not want to be found by aurors or the police. So, it's definitely clear that any child they of theirs would never be very safe with all the work they've done, but the child still wasn't unwanted. Anastasia was born and her parents loved her all the same as any other parent may.
Busy is a big word in Anastasia's dictionary. Busy, as in the word her grandmother always used to describe her granddaughter's parents when they had to leave and they shipped their daughter off to Bianca's muggle mother. Angry would also be found in the same dictionary. Used as in what Anastasia felt when her parents left. No, she wasn't mad at her grandmother. In fact, her grandmother was her favorite person in the whole world. She was mad at her parents. For leaving her. Putting some risky work that Anastasia wasn't even allowed to ask about in above her. The more time passed, the more busy they were. They even missed their seven year old's first sign of magic. Anastasia had been in her grandmother's fancy living room when it happened. Playing and being wild - like a lot of seven year olds are - one small little trip ended up into a catastrophe. She fell back into her grandmother's favorite vase she owned, leading it to fall and shatter. Luckily enough, by the time her (muggle) grandmother had made her way downstairs to see what had happened, it had been magically fixed to look even better than before. Although magic was both known by the two of them, it still was quite the confusing incident with little knowledge. Anastasia didn't fully understand until her parents gave her a small lesson on it.
Likewise, An Ilvermorny letter was sent to Anastasia when she was eleven and off she went. She was excited to go. See what her parents once saw. Become the same to what her parents were. Well, the wizard and witch part of them. It was quite a prideful moment when being sorted into Wampus. It was the house of her father, but more importantly, the house of warriors. Anastasia had never really thought of herself as a warrior but, damn, she'll take it. Overall, her years of Ilvermorny were pretty splendid. She had friends. She did well in class. She had a gift with magic similar to her mother. Hey, she even worked and accomplished becoming an animagus in her fifth year. It was normal. Good. Easy. Things didn't stay easy. Easy was gone by the time Anastasia reached her sixth year. Summer before, actually. Anastasia wouldn't attend her sixth year at Ilvermorny.
Like she had spent most of her summer, the sixteen year old was with her grandmother. The day was normal. When Anastasia's grandmother welcomed inside two aurors that had knocked, she was washing the dishes. No idea at all what news they would share. Oblivious to the aurors, she wouldn't even hear the knews until her grandmother shared it to her right after. Turns out, Anastasia's parents had been caught doing something bad. Really, really bad. They were with a few dark wizards and such when the aurors found them. A fight broke out causing the death of a few lives - including Anastasia's mother - while the criminals who survived were put in Azkaban. No matter how much the news may be told or how long from the incident it was, Anastasia will always be shocked. They were gone just like that.
With all the struggle and pain dealing inside of Anastasia, both her and her grandmother decided it may be best to not attend Ilvermorny for at least a year. Anastasia didn't want to look at magic for a very long time. So, she took a breather. Lived with her grandmother and rested. The closest thing she did or saw that related to magic was her animagus, but that was a must. A thought of Ilvermorny didn't even cross her mind. Really, it wouldn't ever again. It was exactly a year later when Anastasia's grandmother proposed for the two to move away. A different country. To start new and fresh. Why not? Anastasia couldn't think of a reason. So, the two packed up their bags and ultimately chose to move to England. Since she skipped it in Ilvermorny, Anastasia will start her sixth year at Hogwarts in hopes for something new. A refresh.