This is my fist fanfic so if it sucks I'm sorry. I'll try and post new chapters a week or less. Reviews would be lovely. Enjoy.

There once was a red head...that wasn't a Weasley.

I'm not your normal British girl. Im american for one. I don't like chocolate (other than once a month). I read. A hell of a lot. Oh I cuss. I don't believe in love (it makes you weak) and I'm a witch. Weird right well while everyone of my friends are out learning how to drive I'm stuck at home (my old home in America) trying to figure out what is wrong with me.

Mom, or as I should now say mum, thought it would be a good idea to move from Texas to England. The fuck. Who does that. Oh right my... mum. I had a uh, let call it an accident. No lets call it a slight misunderstanding in a china shop that just so happened to involve a bull... Magic sucks if you don't know you have it. But that another story in itself.

So here we are in the middle of nowhere. And when I mean nowhere mean nowhere. But strangely enough there is one thing near use. A strange look cottage. Yes, cottage. Not house. When I asked mo- I mean mum why there was a cottage in the middle of nowhere the just so happened to be by our house, she just smiled not even a whole smile. Ugh. That woman.

We finally get done unpacking and its 3 in the morning. American time. 9 Brita-freaking-isha time. Yeah. That's right time zones suck ass. Or as brit-i-official-hate-them-ians say arse. Funny word. "Hehe". I. Just. Giggled. Ladies and gents you have witnessed a once and a live time event.

"Ryanna get done here and meet the neighbors!" No.

"Hang on I'll be there in a sec." I said rolling my eyes. And I do it again for good measure. Maybe mom felt that second one.

I look in the mirror to make sure I won't scare anyone away. Nope. Sadly I Robt think I will with looks. Why did I have to look good I always did and I really pissed me off. Sometimes I just wanna be normal and not have my hair perfect. I mean I didn't even sweat. What is wrong with me.

As I walk down from the attic (my new room) I see a family of 5 the man looked as if he had many years of think to hard no matter the smile I could tell. The woman that seemed to be his wife looked cheerful yet she could snap at any time she wanted. Then there was a young girl she look much like her mother (I'm assuming) but with a different shade of redbhair and green eyes as her.. father? Yeah., And then there was a cute boy but nothing more. He seemed lost, as if he was in a hole different world then there was this tall muscular boy. He worked out like whoa. He was hot but I could tell he was a cocky. I hated cocky but who doesn't? And that smirk. Yep I'm melting. Why yes he's cute. Hot even but I can tell he's a douché. He just has that look to him.

"Hello, I'm Harry Potter. This is my wife Ginny and these are our kids: Lily, Albus (our youngest son), and this is James. I believe you two are the same age. 15 I presume?"

Finally I snap out of staring at... James? Suits him. When my mum answers for me, "Yes she is. Uh, I'm Lisa. And this.. is Ryanna. My only child."

"Nice to meet you." Smirk. God please make him stop it! Contain yourself woman.

"You too. All of you." I shake the hand he held out and smile towards the other Potters.

"We'll leave you kids to it. Come on honey let's show Lisa our home." Ginny said, she seem like the kind of woman that takes charge when need be.

As soon as they were gone the Albus kid spoke, "Uh, call me Al please." Hmm, he's a shy guy.

"Sure... Al." I smile. "So... what do they want us to do?"

James spoke this time, "Well, mum told us that you're a witch. Do you know yet?"

A witch. Yeah I knew but they didn't know I didn't. Hmm. "A witch. What you mean like brew evil potions and use child in spells to keep their youth. You're crazy. That only happens in books and movies. Wait you really believe that stuff don't you?" Ah, I'm so good.

Their faces were priceless. Ha. "Guys I'm just kidding. Duh. You should have seen you faces!"

"That's not funny. We thought we were going to have to.. to. Well nevermind that." The girl said. What was her name again. Uh, Lily!

"So what? Are you guys witches too. Cause I honestly don't know what to do with myself."

"Well, Al and I are wizards. Lily's a witch though. Mum too. Oh and dad of course."

"What about your parents?" Lily asked.

"Er, its just me and my mum. And she can't do magic as far as I know..."

"Oh sorry." Stated James and he seemed to mean it. Truly.

"Its all good. No problem," lie. It's sad how good I'm getting at this lying stuff. This is bad.

"What's a normal day for you gu dditch. Is there anything else to do?" Quidditch? The hell is this? Hotty please tell me what this quidditch crap is.

"Quidditch? What is that?" I ask James.

"QUIDDITCH. YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT QUIDDITCH IS! WHAT IS THIS RUBISH. GUISE DO YOU HEAR THAT. SHE DOE-"

"James shut up. She muggle born she wouldn't know you twat."

"Muggle what?"

"Muggle born. Born from non-magic folks. Man you really know nothing. Don't they have magic schools in America?"

"Well, when I found out these people showed up and did questioning and they told me I was a witch. This was about two weeks ago or so. Then they told me the school: Salem, one in France abd some others but this uh Hogwarts was the best and my mother, she's a marine biologist and travels a lot. So we thought why not England sounds cool. British people and sh- stuff."

James looked at the others then grabbed my hand and started pulling me out the door and down the street.

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There once was a family. A huge one.

"James! What are you doing! TELL ME RIGHT NOW! I will not be pulled around like a potato sack! Let go-"

"Shut up will you. Merlin. I'm trying to show you what quidditch is."

"Umm. Okay but you just have to tell me what's happening I don't like to be pulled around like a child. Just tell me next time. Kay?"

By now we have hopped over their fence (the gate doesn't open something about pranks and Fred Weasley) and reached a shed.

"Here hop on." What the hell! He's on a broom. What?

"Uh. Is this a joke?"

"Do you ever shut up? And perhaps...go with the flow, like you Americans would say?"

'Yeah, of course. Uh all the time." Lie. I really need to stop this. Im terrible at this... RUBISH! (Haha brithish word), "I'm just not conf-"

"Prove it."

Really he had to say those words. I'm stubborn and I hate when people belittle me. HATE.

I climbed on. Right in front of him, straddling the broom as he puts his arms around me and before I can reject him we are in the air. Ahh shit. This was amazing. Absolutely no word to describe it, yet I was still scared.

James must have felt me shaking and put a arm around my middle. Maybe he was just making a move but 40ft in the air... what's a girl gonna do?

I turned around to see him and we locked eyes, they were dreamy make love in the back seat of the car cause I feel like looking into your eyes while banging you senseless. Hazel is my new favorite color everybody!

"Do you like it?" Is he gonna wreck. Wait a minute. Why I am I not afraid anymore. Oh... his hand on my low stomach... pulling me into his... uh his chest. Which was hard. Rock hard.

"Uh uh... yeah I love it but I don't get the whole game thing. Do you just ride around with girls so you can hold them?" Flirt. I'm a slut.

"Only the lucky ones get to be held like you are being right now.", he chuckled, "but Quidditch is simple. Its on brooms, obviously. Here how about I show you, eh?"

"Yeah sure... where thou- Ahhhhh!" He took off in great speed.

That asshole just laughed.

"Where are you taking me?!"

"Over the hill. Don't worry I wont drop you."

"Drop me! I wouldn't even think about it." Her voice dripped in sarcasm.

She clung on to him for dear life as he dropped low to the grow. Once he had come back up again I looked in front of me and saw this strange house. It looked at if it had many different levels like five small house stacked up on top of each other. It was-there were no words. There is no word that could do it justice. Ever. I mean take back manors. You houses with nice views and city houses that cost more that 3 new cars and then some. I loved this house. I want a house just like this.

James looked at me and started laughing...

"Uh-what?"

"You face.. had your jaw dropped and everything!" He exclaimed.

Great. Just great. Like I don't embarrass myself enough.

"Who's house is that? Is that where we are going? How is it standing up like that?"
"Whoa-whoa-whoa. To many questions. 1 its my gram's house. 2 that is where we are going. And 3 magic. Duh! Now hold on."

There was this weird feeling like we went through a wall like a ghost. As we came closer and closer we could hear yelling but not the bad kind but it was so loud there must be at least twenty or thirty people in that house.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU GUYS WON WE DID. YOU GUYS CHEATED."

"SO DID YOU GUYS AND YET YOU STILL LOST"

"BUT YOU-"

"NO YOU GUYS-"

"SHUT UP THE LOT OF YOU NOW!" yelled a women. She must be a mother to end an arguement that big. "Someone has enter the radius. Now it must be James and that girl. So if you wouldn't mind I would like you to be on your best behavior."

Yes nun's and grams and ma'am's where given and we got off our broom.

"Gram we can hear you all the way out here!" James shouted.

"Oh dear, lovely to se you. I hope you had a nice flight Albus and Lily got ob about 3 minutes ago. Must'a been racing, those two. Oh hello dear! Haha you match the family."

What the hell match the family? I look down at my shirt.. uh ACDC. I think not. Then I look around and realize the whole family is red heads save for three boys and Harry James and Albus. Oh add two more but they have white hair so it doesn't really count.

"Ohh. I guess it's like a family reunion." One of the guys with dark hair

"Fred, of course it's a family reunion. Do you know anybody else that's family that's not here?"

"You know what mean we're here every weekend and then some." that boy...uh Fred? said.

"Oh so you don't like it here... oh dear where did my manors go? I'm Molly." She nudge a tall white-head man.

"I'm Arthur, Molly's husband and this is our house."

"Oh so you're James' grandparents, right?"

"Yes we are you can call me grams and him pops. You can thank James for that. It was what he-"

"Grams really. We have a whole fam to introduce."

Oh yes. Of course how silly of me... Well get on with it. Introduce yourselfs."

"Well if no one will go first I will. I'm Fred son of George and Angelina. My sister is Roxanne she's not here on a trip with friends but should be around next month." George: tall, skinny, fading smile, and bright red hair with gray stringed within it. Angelina: dark skin, sprinkled with freckles, and in shape like work out everyday. She wasn't muscular like a man but if I were Fred I'd hang on to her for dear life. Fred: tanned, tall like his father, and seemed to look muscular too.

"Wotcher, I'm Rose. And this is my brother Hugo. And my mum and dad are Hermione and Ron." Rose: red hair (duh), beautiful brown eyes, and she to seemed in shape (I wonder how they keep so in shape) Hugo: honey brown hair, he had this needy but sweet look to him. Ron: red hair again, he seemed to be getting an old man's beer gut but he could still mess you up when need be. Hermione: brown hair, skinny and a mother's stern but loving look.

"Well that's all we have to introduce you to but there will bbe more along next time." Molly said looking proud that her granbabies were behaving themselfs.

"Quidditch time!" Fred yelled. Oh great... that game thingy. I'm gonna die.

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And scene. I'll post one tomorrow. And I'm not going to bug you about reviews cause you know they are there annnnnnd it gets annoying. I know.

Taa-Taa,

-Honeycutt