Hello there readers! This is my first fanfic! I plan to complete this! I don't have heaps of time to do this, because I am writing my own book, but FanFiction is something that I use as a way to relax my mind, and so, here we are. Nonetheless, I will try to update as often as I can.

Please give this fic a chance, because I think that you'll enjoy it (hopefully anyway) as the chapters go on. So if the chapters at first seem a tad boring, please stick with it, because it gets better, I assure you!

This fic is mostly on my OC's, but later on there will be more of the actual characters in the story. There will be Harry and his friends later on, but they will be older seen as this is set Post-Hogwarts era. Be harsh, be nice, I will take on all advice whatever it is. Enjoy!

-ElementalEvolution XD

Update: Several months after the release of this chapter, I would just like to warn the reader that I am not planning on editing the chapters. I want my first story to remain as original as possible. I warn you now, the OC's I've used are over-powered, but I assure you, they are not Mary-Sue's or Gary Stu's. I've seen enough of those in my time to know that my OC's are not that bad.

Disclaimer: I wish I owned Harry Potter, but I do not. I OWN NOTHING!

I woke up from my sleep to feel warm rays from the sun on my face. The beams of light bounced off the magnolia walls of my bedroom and had landed on my pale freckly face. I stretched, and I got up off of the floor. Wait, what? The floor? Yep, I had rolled out of bed again. I stared at the blue carpet, half obscured by my duvet; of which one end was clinging to my bed for dear life, compared to the other end which was lying comfortably on the floor. This was the fourth time in two weeks that I'd fallen out of my bed. I might as well sleep down there if this keeps up. Probably due to those Harry Potter dreams…

I may have been a muggle, but that did not stop me from shouting out spells in my sleep to destroy the enemy. OK, so I was a little obsessed. So what? I believed Harry Potter was the best series of books that I had ever read. I stared into my mirror, and wished for the millionth time that I could be a wizard. How awesome it must be to be able to wander the halls of Hogwarts, talking to the ghosts and avoiding Peeves, going to lessons and enjoying the feasts…My thoughts wandered off as I imagined waving my wand and producing all sorts of magic. My dreaming was short lived as soon as mum roused me from my thoughts.

"KAINE!" Mum screamed from downstairs "GET UP!"

I blinked. Oh, there she goes. She had been ratty all week. She's had some serious problems at work, because she had just been made redundant. She thought that it was unfair that she was losing her job when the other "bastards" apparently never did any work.

I stared back into the mirror so I could arrange my dark brown curls into a shape that looked fairly respectable. My grey eyes gazed back at me. I sighed. Another day at school. I put on my school uniform, and brushed my teeth – that wobbly one still hadn't come out yet – and I snatched two pieces of toast from the toaster. My mother, a small but thin woman, with ashy-blonde hair stalked up to me.

"About time," she grumbled and switched on the kettle "Goodness me, fourteen year olds these days! All you do is sit around,"

I opened my mouth to answer back, but despite the fact that I was taller than Mum, she would still slap me across the face if she wanted to anyway. I swapped my remark for a question at the last moment.

"Where's Dad?" I asked

"He's already left for that conference," snapped Mum

My Dad worked as an accountant for local businesses, but he was going on a five day trip to a conference in Bristol. I wasn't interested. Sitting around a meeting table and listening to some boring crap certainly wasn't at the top of my list of wishes.

"And Karen?" I enquired

"She's set off early for her trip. She'll be gone for the next couple of days," came the reply.

Karen was my twin sister, fourteen years old like me at the time, with longer brown wavy hair, and blue eyes. Sadly we didn't really get on too much, but the only thing I was jealous about her was her ability to tell if someone was lying. Thank god she's on her trip I thought It will be good to get rid of her for a couple of days. The clock in the kitchen told me that it was eight o'clock, so I finished off my breakfast, grabbed my black coat and my rucksack, and I left the house.
I hurriedly put on my coat as I walked out into the late November rain. The droplets smacked the tarmac with force, and the thunder clashed above me. I shivered from the cold air, and I saw my breath hanging in it. I used to love doing that. I used to pretend to be a dragon when I was smaller; I liked to breathe out and see my white breath rising up into the sky. I remembered chasing my friends around the playground, roaring at the top of my voice. I was barely down the road now, and my entire coat was already soaked. I didn't live too far from school, and my friend Charlie Rise practically lived right next to it. He was fourteen too, and shared the same passion for Harry Potter and magic as I did. I met him beside his house every morning, and we walked the rest of the way to school with each other. Today was no exception. I met him beside his house, shivering in the rain. His hair was black, and he had the same grey eyes that I had, but his were like swirling tornadoes that were continuously restless.

"Hi Kaine," he said

"H-Hi," I stuttered, shivering.

Charlie and I ran to school as fast as we could. This rain was awful. I felt the icy liquid leaking through my coat as we ran. I could feel goosebumps appearing all over my body. I wish I had taken my gloves with me, because my hands were turning blue. We reached the entrance of my school – Greenfield Secondary – and we stood there for three whole minutes under the heaters next to the door.

"Ready for another boring day at school?" asked Charlie, smiling
"Yeah," I answered sarcastically "I am sooo going to enjoy this,"

We both chuckled, and walked through the double doors into our own small version of hell.

Yes, yes, I know that this chapter is not great, but in every story, you have to kind of set the scene a little. This chapter is short, but they will be getting longer and hopefully more exciting for me to write – and for all of you to read!

*snore*

OK then, next chapter.