SUMMARY- Adalina Callisto has never known love. Only hate. What will she feel to Sirius Black? Maybe both? Moving from California, Adalina is whisked away to Hogwarts for a better life. Hopefully. But even a midst of friends and Hogwarts reliability can't eliminate the scorch marks left in her past, forever damaging her present...

Hey people!

This is my first story on and I'm pretty excited about it... woot! I hope you have fun reading it like I did writing it! So, I'm Trinity and I'm new -waves- so... hi. This is a story about a girl looking for the way out in a place she'll never belong in... whilst battling the everyday things that torment us today. There'll be quirks and humor along the way. I can't wait!

Of course, I'm not Jo Rowling. I'm not... and I never will be, so the characters she creates are strictly hers, though we all delight in building our own stories off of her foundation. However, the characters and settings and emotions I made are all mine.

So, with that said, shall we carry on? lol!

1. An Introduction to… Me

Wait.

Seriously, are you actually interested in me? I'm the one you want to get to know? No way…

No one's ever been interested in me before. Not my family, not my friends -not that I have any- or anyone else for that matter. And you wouldn't be either. Best be on your way now. Well, go on, hop to it already…

Well I guess if you have to know…

I don't believe in love.

I've never felt a connection with anyone before, so much that, in all circumstances, you would do just about anything for them. No, not ever.

No one's ever held me in their arms, cooed in my ear that everything would be alright, and tell me of a time, if ever in its smallest existence, that the world wasn't so screwed up.

Love is for idiots… my personal philosophy.

My idiot parents we're in love. That is, until my idiot mother passed away in a car accident nine Novembers ago. Her name was Mione… and she was ruthless. Caught up in a wild frenzy of speed and alcohol, my mother smashed headlong into a fourteen wheeler… and… the rest is history.

If only I hadn't been in the passenger seat when it happened.

Idiot father wasted no time in getting remarried to idiot stepmother. Daniel and Patricia. Sickening combination isn't it? I loath that woman. And said idiot father is oblivious to her evil tendrils, ready to smother and choke you to death.

It's scientifically proven that holding a monster grudge on someone is physically unhealthy. Bottling up your emotions and using them to resort to extreme measures is not something you should attempt at home.

But I seemed to be an exception to all of this.

It was definitely not a problem for me to be holed up wishing to have a very large bat to wordlessly tell that woman what I thought about her…

And her disgusting excuse for a daughter is even worse.

She makes me wish I had a very large explosive tank to wordlessly tell her what I thought about her… hehehe…

Natalie is my stepsister.

What would be the best, non-verbally abusive way to describe her? She was… she was a child prodigy. She was everything.

And… I just wasn't.

Always clad in top-of-the-line-quality clothing, she has taken it upon herself to inflict as much pain into my life as possible.

She's evil.

Horrible.

If you looked up loathsome in a dictionary, there would be her picture, with her dark blonde curls plastered to her face with those evil, loathsome green eyes. Everyone else loves Nat. Her appearance makes her impossible to be hated. If you told someone about her disgusting nature, one would say "Darling Natalie! I think not!"

She was a freggin' knockout… and that just gave me another reason to hate her.

I knew she meant problems for me the very moment I saw her: A smug smile on her eight-year-old face as she marched up our rose-lined front path holding Patricia's hand and a pink rainbow My Little Pony in the other.

God.

That rainbow Pony was the object of my affection for so long. It's the very one that I always wanted but was never allowed to have. I loved brushing the long wavy pink hair, even though Natalie had never let me touch it.

And…

And that's where it all began. What, you might ask? Do you really want to know?

…

My father hit me, hit me, when he found out about all those times I played with that plastic pony without asking permission with Natalie first.

And slap across my face was all it was.

But… It was so much more, to me. To my seven-year-old self.

See, my dad used to love the life out of me. We were best friends. But I guess it was a jolt for him when this Natalie, this child prodigy, came stampeding in as a spitting image of everything I wasn't.

And, over time, she became the favorite. Then, I was hit more often, for littler things, like not finishing my dinner or laughing at Natalie's ridiculous hairdo's.

There have been few changes since then, actually. The roses are all dead. The three hundred and six My Little Pony set was boxed up and stored long ago, although at the ripe old age of ten, I snuck in and stole that rainbow Pony out of it's box, declaring it mine.

And I felt powerful.

Stronger.

Better.

From the moment I snuck that Pony back into my room, appalled at what I had done, I knew I wasn't the same anymore.

I was not going to take anymore of their crap. I was differently defiant than ever before. And it felt… great.

Nothing could touch me now. No one could hurt me. I carefully constructed a shell of hatred and resentfulness that shielded me from any blow I might ever receive.

I just wasn't the same.

And though nine years have passed, the concept was still the very same. Natalie is still a spoiled brat, Daniel and Patricia are still favoring her above all, and…

And I found out that I'm a witch.

No, seriously.

I am, and, unfortunately, Natalie is too.

We both go to Middleston Academy for Privileged Witches and Wizards. For those of you who don't know, that's in Santa Barbara, California.

Natalie, being the falsely sweet outgoing person she is, made friends fast. Groupies, more like. I didn't care about being popular though. In fact, the very thought disgusted me. Having people throw themselves at you was completely pointless and… laughable.

Those are the kind of people I love to prank and take out my anger on. They're such easy targets, really. Ever since my first taste of trouble, stealing that Pony, I couldn't get enough of it.

I loved it.

Oh wait. Never mind. I couldn't love, remember? Love is for Idiots? Hello, my philosophy?

Hmph.

So anyways, while Natalie struts around the school, laughing at me and sniping at me, I prank her and laugh at her back, which probably isn't the smartest thing to do, seeing as I have to then avoid blows from Daniel to pay for it.

At least I had a companion. Him.

Him, as in Austin Sortly. He's a friend.

Friend. It was a foreign word to me. But Austin was a great guy. He didn't care that I was a loner, or that I had mysterious cuts and bruises every so often. We talked. And we laughed. And we could be destructive together. We were geeks. And it was great.

We weren't bosom buddies or anything, we just… hung out. Sometimes I wonder if he even liked me all that much. But I guess you could call someone you're not forced to spend time with, but do anyway a friend, right? What is the definition of friend anyways?

Austin has pale, wavy hair and dark green eyes.

And you know what else?

I think it's hilarious that Natalie has a bit of a crush on him. Austin refuses to believe it, but it's soo obvious. The way she flips out that hair of hers whenever he walks by, or starts giggling loudly at one of his infamous dumb jokes.

There was only one thing I was worried about. Natalie gets what Natalie wants. Oh, yes. That's how it worked.

But she's not taking Austin!

And as for me, I'm the detested one… the child who shouldn't have been born into this world. I never thought there was anything particularly special about me.

Well actually, there's one single thing I like about myself. My name.

Adalina Callisto.

Well sort of. At least it's better than, let's say, Gergina. Or Coltia. That's what Daniel and Patricia -gag me- want to name their first child. Sometimes Natalie makes fun of me because of my name ("It's weird!") and its meaning. She has her mother's name, Anderson. Even Daniel switched to match Patricia's name… and I stubbornly refused.

Callisto means "most lovely." I can't think of a worse last name for me. See, I wasn't most lovely. Something Natalie has been sweet enough to mention numerous times.

Unlike her darkish hair and green eyes, I had pale blonde hair. It was as dim as the sun on a cloudy day, and… frizzy? Yes, that'd be a nice way of putting it. Long and frizzy, pale blonde hair. And my eyes! Ugg! They were pale too! I'd like to think of them as gray, but no. I'd like a lot of things I can't have. My eyes were blue. Faintly and disturbingly. And I'm tall. 5' 6." As if there wasn't enough wrong with the world already.

My parents, before one died and the other became abusive, called me Sunshine Baby.

Now that's Natalie.

And I'm just… that girl who lives upstairs.

But surprisingly, it gets better.

I'm leaving on a 747, first thing tomorrow morning. Where? To London… or more specifically, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I am going as far away as possible from them all.

No longer do I have to go to that dreadful school. Daniel and Patricia -barf- insist on moving to London. Yes that's right. A looooooonng way from here. Daniel is a contractor, a plain, muggle contractor, and he's being transferred.

It's surprising how calm he was when he found out that his wife and child prodigy and girl-who-lives-upstairs were all of magic essence. And it's also surprising that all four of us are moving to the other side of the world to fit the likes of this muggle man.

And I just wish that they would stay here.

Then I could leave. The world is an unfair place. It has been, and it always will be. Or maybe it's just me. But I can still pray for the best.

So here is my story.

Soo... like it? Hate it? Tell me what you're thinking!

I already have the next update typed out and almost ready for posting, I'll just need to edit it a bit. It should definitely be up within the next week. Definitely. I'm going away for a few days, but when I'll get back, there'll be a post waiting. SO...

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Trin