A/N: First Chapter is short but the second one is a whoper! Glad to be back(:

Chapter One: Plans

The moon hung heavily in the sky as sixteen year old Raven Fargo hurried along the sidewalk, her sites set on an old boarded up bar. It was set on a trashy corner in the outskirts of London.

As Raven drew near, her shoes slapping loudly against the stone, she caught a whiff of warm butter beer and fried fritters. Her mind wandered down to her hallow stomach, which gave a loud roar.

Raven was inches away from the bar now, her footsteps quickened and her hand tightened on her bags thick strap. The wind rustled her dark hair, blowing it across her eyes.

A cold hand gripped her neck, yanking her from the sidewalk and into a narrow ally. Raven's bag fell with a small thud as her attacker pushed her against the brick wall.

Whoever it was had long tangled hair that scratched Raven's cheek as she struggled for her coat pocket. The mans rough hands swept up her thigh and started to move toward the button of her jeans.

Raven's fingers wrapped around the long thin stick in her pocket. She swung her knee into his stomach and pointed the tip of her wand to his temple.

"What's you name, sweet face?" Raven whispered, making him swallow hard. The man didn't answer, just shook with shock and fright.

"I said," Raven dug her wand deeper into his temple, "what is your name?"

"Quince. It's Quince." The man gasped after another nudge from Raven's wand.

"And what where you planning on doing, Quince?" Raven removed her wand from his head and began circling him slowly. He was in dark robes covered in filth, several long chains hung from his neck, Raven wondered momentarily if they weighed him down.

Quince didn't answer, but just starred up at Raven from the ground. He had an angry, hungry look on his face and his lips were set in a small scowl.

"I hope you weren't planning on Snatching me, Quince." Rave crouched down in front of him and gave him a puppy dog face. "I thought we could be friends."

Raven walked down the mouth of the ally and retrieved her bag before looking back over her shoulder. Quince was still on the ground, looking bewildered.

"AVADA KADAVRA!"

The inside of The Leaky Cauldron was warm and filled with Wizards and Witch's of all kinds talking loudly with one another. Raven took an empty stool at the bar and set her bag down at her feet.

"What's a pretty lady like you doing alone at this hour?" a short, hunch backed man with a toothy grin tapped his nails across the bar. Raven looked up, and pursed her lips. She pondered a suitable cover story while cursing herself that she hadn't thought one up on her way over here.

"I need a room. My parents dropped me off early to get my school stuff." the bartender nodded and looked her over for a few seconds.

"Who are your parents? Maybe I know em'?" Raven smiled slightly, her cover already in mind.

"Muggle's. Can I have a butter beer to go with that room, please." Raven didn't feel like sitting here and chatting it up with some creep. She had better things to do. Planning for one.

"Fifth door on the third floor." he's said while handing her a rusted skeleton key and her butter beer. Giving him a quick smile she grabbed her bag and walked swiftly up the stairs.

When she reached the fifth door on the third floor she fitted the key into the lock and was surprised when it turned with out creaking. Her room was dull and about as homey as a park bench. The walls were covered in a faded white flowed print and the sheets were the same dreary gray that was on the wooden floors.

Throwing her bag on the bed, Raven walked over to the window and looked down over the street below. Her mind began running over plans, making sure she had them down. Tomorrow was the big day. She had been prepping for her first day of Hogwarts all summer.

Raven had heard little about Hogwarts. The only time she did hear about it was when someone would say, "That blasted school you make Draco attend," or "Muggle-born trash bin." In fact, Raven specifically remembered her mother sneering at her, saying, "Who are you trying to be? The next Dumbledore?" Dumbledore happened to be the headmaster of the "blasted school."

Raven didn't think it could be that bad. Why would hundreds of kids attend if it was that horrible? Why would parents spend hundreds of Gallons on there kids to go there if it was as completely dreadful as Draco described it.

A cracking and sputtering filled the room as the dead fire place came to life. Raven groaned and turned to face her visitor.

A dark women with dark, heavy lids stepped into the room. She gazed round the dusty room with server dislike. "This is your room, is it?" her lip curled slightly. Raven said nothing, but crossed her arms over her chest. The woman met her daughters eyes and suddenly smiled.

"I had to see you off!" she walked forward quickly and grabbed her shoulders, curling her long nails around them. "You know what this will means if you succeed? Do you have all your stuff ready?"

Raven gave a small sigh and nodded, "Mom, we've been over this a thousand times." the woman's hands d and her smile was gone in the blink of an eye.

"Do you dare use that tone?' she crossed her arms, in mimic of Ravens' pose.

"Maybe I do." Raven grabbed her butter beer of the bed and took a swig, feigning indifference.

"The train leaves a eleven sharp, so for god sakes don't be late." her lip quivered slightly, daring her to counter. "We'll be in touch." the women turned about face and threw a pinch of dust into the orange flames of the fire.

"Bye Mother." Raven sneered as soon as she stepped into the grate.

Raven listened closely to see if she could hear her whizzing through the chimney, but only heard the quiet whistle of the wind.