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Events in my story may NOT be logical with the actual series, I understand that. Though, keep in mind it is my story and I do whatever I feel like even if it doesn't go along with the real thing. Though, I will keep the characters true to themselves, so don't worry.

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Also, Dumbledore is alive. Harry is staying in school as are the rest of the trio. Snape and Draco did not kill Dumbledore ((obviously, if he is still alive)). They, too, are still at the school. Cedric Diggory might still be alive...I'm still deciding on that one...But if you see him, he's alive in this story. Fluffy is still on the third floor and Grawp might be in the forest. Hagrid might get Norbert back ((dunno...still in the works about that one))...Basically all animals might still be alive and come back at some point in the story..so if you see 'em, don't complain. Oh, and yes. My favorite character, Sirius Black, is alive. nods None of the shops have closed down either. If there are others, please just go along with them.

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Oh, and I have nothing against anyone from other cultures and countries. I am in awe when it comes to things like that. But in this story you have to realize that she is a self-centered little wench who gets what she wants no matter what, thinks she is superior to all, and believes that people who do things differently than her are stupid.

I think that's all for now. Enjoy chapter one!

Sometimes Love Can Be Magical

We're Moving

It was that time again. Moving time. We've moved numerous times in my life, only staying in one place for an average of three months. I have wondered why that is and have questioned it, but never received any real type of answer. I didn't really mind though, for if I were suppose to, then I would have already learned what it was. It's for my own good, I suppose.

This time it was different, however. This time we were moving to England. No matter how much I protested against this move and considered begging, I knew I would fail to change their minds. I always did whenever I was against a move. Nothing would ever make them change their mind. Nothing.

My name is Adriana Alkowitz. I'm pretty much your average seventeen year old girl in my opinion. I'm in my final year of school, which is great. The thing is, I go to a school for witches and wizards. Kind of cool, huh? Since I was eight I've been learning all the ways of witches and wizards, which I think is normal for American witches and wizards. Probably due to the higher-than-average drop out rates. I'm not really sure on that though. There are five schools for America because it is so over-populated and far too spread out. I have been to each one, too, though mostly having been homeschooled because of my frequent moving.

Don't get me wrong. My parents for the most were okay. My father, Vincentio Alkowitz, I hardly ever saw. He was always away on "business". As for who he is, he is a good man. Kind at times, though he has very sudden mood swings and was like the human tale "Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde" (When in fact it was really just a man who was bitten by a giant who had a werewolf bite him days before. When the man drank a certain ingredient often used in potions, it brought out the giant instead of the werewolf. It's funny how humans twist things like that around). My mother, Desdemona Alkowitz, on the other hand, wasn't even like a mother at all. She was more or so like a really good friend who was a bit over-protective and called you names that only a mother would. I didn't mind, but sometimes it got a bit awkward. Some might call my parents strange for a pair, but I really wouldn't have it any other way.

Of all the places I've lived, I'd have to say that I liked living in New York City the most. I liked it so much because of its population. There, you could be passed by without a second glance. There, there were many other witches and wizards out in the open of the human world. It was more than I could ever wish for.

There were many things in my life that many others would wish for. Wealth, beauty, extra powers, not to mention on top of all of that I'm suppose to be some sort of messiah of sorts. I don't know all of the details, but I had an oracle made about me when my father was still young and in school himself. Something about me suppose to save the world by a sacrifice of something I love. But I only love myself and I would never kill myself, especially for the good of others. I'm not being vain, I'm being selfish when it comes to that.

I never was much selfish when it came to much other things though, or at least that's what I think. Though, I did do many things when I wanted and however I wanted, no matter what it was. I got whatever I wanted too. Kind of like how I was blowing off a book I was suppose to be reading in order to help me better understand the new school I was going to go to, as all school do when you transfer. I was currently in the gardens of the estate, laying on the ground staring into the sky as the world passed on by.

"Honey?" came my mother's voice from somewhere off to my left.

"Mm?" I replied, not moving from my spot. I heard her sigh and sit beside me.

"You know you should really be inside reading or at least finishing your packing."

"Yeah, I know."

She sighed and then mimicked me by laying and staring off into space. "I can't really blame you though. It's such a pretty day."

"It'd be better if it were a horrid thunderstorm."

"Shut up, Vincent," She laughed and looked over at me.

I looked back and scowled. "Just because we have a few things is common-"

"-More like a lot."

"-doesn't mean I'm exactly like him," I state matter-of-factly. "I just like the rain and the thrill of it all."

"Vince-"

"Alright, alright. I admit that sounded a bit like him."

"No, Vince agreed you need to read that book." She laughed, "But it's about time you admitted it."

I sit up. "Fine. I'll go read it if you personally go and make me a sandwich."

She frowns. "Fine. I'll bring it up to you."

The next day came without event. I was still working on reading the book, having finished packing my room completely.

'Mm-you-gull. A human consisting of non-magical abilities and not born of a family of witches and wizards.' How strange. Why not call them humans like the American do? English people are so weird. I read about riding around on brooms for transportation and wands for creating magic. How silly. Why not levitate yourself to the destination? Not only that, but they don't require classes like occlumency and legilimency like I have been required of.

I sigh and push the book from my lap because it was beginning to cut off the circulation in my legs, it falling to the floor with a loud thud. Soon after there was a knock at the door and a servant comes in. "Master Desdemona asks if everything is alright. She is concerned over a bump she heard. She also asks for you to bring down the last of your things. We'll be leaving shortly," said the servant.

I nod. "Tell her it was just Mental and Physical Pain falling to the floor and that I will be down shortly." The servant bows and exits from the room. I place the book in the last remaining box and pick it up. Before exiting, I take one last glance at my room. It'd be the last time I'd ever be in it. The last time in this house. This continent. Life was sometimes crueler than anything could ever possibly be.

It had been two weeks since we had moved in the new house. Things were unpacked and we had just finished completely settling in. I had only one more thing to do before I was completely settled in. Burn that damned book.

I laughed maniacally, holding the book above a trashcan full of papers and twigs that were burning. "Farewell Hogwarts Guide and Handbook. You have caused my mind to feel your pain long enough." I was about to dump the book when my father's voice spoke out from behind me.

"Adriana."

I put out the flames immediately and dropped the book on top of the remains of paper and twigs. "Yes?"

"What is that in there?"

"Oh, just a bunch of paper trash that needed burning."

He nods, taking a step closer to me. "This paper trash wouldn't happen to be your Mental Pain, as you have so gracefully named it, now would it?"

"Yeah, it is. Why do you ask?" I didn't lie or make up some excuse. There really was no need to.

He took a few more steps towards me until he was standing in front of me, towering over me. He grabbed my arm roughly and gripped it hard. "It would be very unwise if you burned that book. I suggest you take it with you back up to your room before something bad happens." He said that last part with a dark emphasis. I simply nodded in response. "Good." He let go of my arm and walks back to the house. He stops mid-step, as if remembering something. "Oh, and Adriana?"

"Yeah?"

He turns around with a smile. "Have a good year at school." He walks back into the house, leaving me to stare after him. I lift up the sleeve to my shirt, to reveal bruises already forming where his fingers were. Like I said before, Dr Jekyll Mr Hyde.

Later that day I was in the kitchen wondering what I should eat when my mother walked in with servants and groceries. "Perfect timing, Des." I help her to put away the groceries.

When we are finished, my mother asks, "Has your father told you the good news yet?"

"Good news?"

"Yeah. He said he was going outside to tell you. You're going to be staying at Hogwarts for the entire school year."

I reflect back on when my father had told me to a have a good year at school. A whole school YEAR. "I suppose he did tell me."

"Yes, well I recently learned that your cousin, Severus, is a part of the staff. Potions teacher and Head of Slytherin house."

I looked at her with a disgusted expression. "Severus? You've got to be kidding me..."

Severus was a horrid half-blood. I, personally, believed that he should have been disowned from the family long ago simply for being a half-blood, but he was taken pity upon for it was not his fault. It was his mother's for having sex with that human. I was forced into being at least half-way decent to him and he seemed to genuinely appreciate it, for whatever reasons he had. Though he has proven to be useful because he knows so many curses and hexes. Once in a while when were were writing back and forth to one another, probably forced on both of our parts, he would tell of a curse and give me the information about it that I needed to preform it and what it did. Some I had already known before he told me and others I hadn't.

"No, no jokes Honey. And the best part about it is, is that you'll probably and most likely end up in the house of Slytherin." She smiled.

Hmm. Maybe I could get away with things. A lot more things if I were ever to be caught. I guess it won't be so bad after all.

Bwah. I know, a bit boring and short for a first chapter, but it gets better and longer! I promise! So tell me what you think and I'll put up part two, seeing as how I already have a lot of the chapters typed up.