Moving these stories to wattpad. Might stop updating here because I'm tired of the drama from that other writer. I haven't decided yet, but if you're interested just PM me. Either I'll update on both sites, but if they keep it up, I might just remove the stories from here.

A/N: Check Profile. If you hate OC's you might want to ignore this story. Normally I write real Harry fanfiction where it involves the actual characters from Harry Potter, but this time I feel like writing my own characters going to Hogwarts. This takes place right after DH, like the summer after Voldemort has fallen. So there won't be any Harry Potter characters in here, except if I mention them but my characters won't know any of them personally.

It's just that, I've always wanted to write something like this, just for the fun of it. I was just going to leave it on my computer for me (because I am writing this story for me only) to write, but I want it to work as different chapters. On this site, I can just click the next button and it will go to the next chapter. In the future, I might just make a blog for this story and make it so no one can make comments on it… I haven't found a blog I like yet though.

So for the time being, I am putting this on here. So if you hate this and think because this story is full of OC's that they are all Mary-Sue's then flame it if you want… I'm not writing this for that. I'm doing it because I've always wanted to write one like this. It's just kind of a pointless, boredom thing I am putting up. At the moment, I am searching for a blog that I like for this story to go on, so there is a chance it's probably going to disappear. If you know of any blogs, let me know. But remember, if you truly hate this, all you have to do is press the back button! Oh and this isn't edited either. It's basically hot off the press. So more reason for you to ignore it.

BTW, I do have real Harry Potter stories under this username as well if you're interested. Those are the ones I want reviews for.

Chapter One. Ashley's PoV

I always wondered why odd things happened around me. As a young child, I didn't really notice it because I had a good imagination. When you're a little kid, everything seems to be magical. As I grew older though, I started to realize that I did things that weren't normal, and I couldn't control it.

There were times when I would grow very angry, and suddenly something that defied all logic would happen to me. The other kids at school noticed this as well, and they would give me a wide berth. I've never been made fun of, but I think it's because they were all too scared to bother me. Maybe they thought I would turn them into toads. However, I did notice that they talked about me behind my back.

"Ashley is really really freaky."

"Maybe she is a witch."

"Stupid, there is no such things as witches."

"Well witches are usually ugly… and Ashley is ugly."

No one could argue with that one. Well, they could say the theory is wrong, but what I mean is, no one could argue that I'm ugly. It's something that the kids pointed out, but my mother did as well. She wouldn't come right out and say: You're ugly, but she would mention to her friends that she felt sorry for me.

"I always hoped she would get her looks from my side of the family, but unfortunately, she got it from his side."

'His' meaning my dad, who died when I was six-years-old. My mother never really got along with my father. The only reason they got married was because my mother got pregnant with me, and she already had a nine month old baby. My father decided to do the right thing and marry my mom, adopt my sister Jaime and raise us. That didn't seem to work out too long though, one evening, he was driving home from work and a drunk driver hit him.

So, my mother ended up being a single mom anyway. She dated off and on from the time my dad died to now, but she really hasn't settled down with anyone. To be honest, I don't think she wants to. She tells everyone that although she wasn't happy in either relationship, she got two babies out of it.

I wish Jaime's dad had been mine. She is only thirteen, but she is a beauty! Then again, I have to wonder if I'd have magical powers then. Perhaps the magic came from my dad's side of the family, because my sister isn't magical at all. So I suppose I am lucky in a way… and I live up to the stereotype… witches are ugly.

I'm getting ahead of myself though. It wasn't until towards the end of July that a someone came to explain it all to me. Before that, I led pretty much a normal life, other than the occasional odd magical out burst.

We lived in fear for basically two years before then. It wouldn't be until later that we would understand what was going on. My mum only let my sister and I go to and from school, and that was it. There were odd disappearances, strange disasters and odd people out and about. My mother almost wanted to flee the country to Canada, that's how scary it was. She figured that Canada was far enough away from everything that was happening.

I had many nightmares that I would wake up and find that something bad had happened to my mother and sister. Many times, people would find that half there family members were dead but they weren't sure how it happened. Just on the other side of town, the people were all found dead with terrified looks on their faces, and yet there wasn't anything wrong with them. No one could determine the cause of death.

Then there were the people who were found strange and empty. They couldn't remember who they were or anything. It was as if they lost a part of themselves, and no one could figure out what had happened.

And then suddenly, it all stopped. One day we were all living in fear and the next everything was nice and peaceful again. It wasn't unseasonably cold anymore, it wasn't as foggy, there were no more unexplained deaths… it was just over. It was weeks before anyone wanted to do anything again, because we were all still scared.

Then one morning, almost at the end of July, an elderly lady came to visit us. She has shadows under her eyes; she looked as if she had seen more in her lifetime that gave her nightmares. My mum said she looked haunted. She was in a good mood though. She greeted us all pleasantly as my mother invited her to sit down in the kitchen.

"My name is Minerva McGonagall, I am the temporary Headmistress at a school I teach," she told us. "Now, which one is Ashley?"

My sister and I were both in the kitchen. Of course I didn't tell her it was me, I was dumb enough to raise my hand as if I was six-years-old instead of eleven, turning twelve in a couple of months. I'm kind of shy, so maybe that's why I do odd stuff. My sister would later tease me about it. Minerva, however just gave me a small smile and nodded her head.

Then she began with the speech that would change my life forever. She told us all that I was a witch, and I was invited to study at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. At first we all thought this was a joke… who wouldn't? She continued to explain to us that it was all true, and then she proceeded to show us the magic with a wand. It was as if I were dreaming… this stuff didn't happen in real life, did it?

And my mum didn't want me to go. Especially after Minerva explained exactly what all the odd scary stuff that had happened over the past couple two years was.

"I can assure you that Ashley will not be in danger," Minerva said. "The man who caused all of this is dead. We are currently rebuilding the wizarding world back to the way it was. The school is also being rebuilt, and if I must say so myself, it looks better than it ever has."

She continued into the benefits of the wizarding world, but my mother was adamant. She didn't want me to go to a school learning magic because she wanted me to get somewhere in life. However, Minerva must have been used to Muggleborn parents like my mother, because in the end, she managed to convince her that Hogwarts was my future.

"Alright, but the tuition…? I mean, I don't have the money to buy her… whatever it is that she needs. We barely get by each year. I am single mother and raising two girls by myself."

Minerva then handed me a piece of parchment and my mother another while she explained that Hogwarts had funding for students who could afford the supplies.

"You don't have to pay tuition at Hogwarts," Minerva told my mother. "First year is usually the most expensive year because you have to buy everything."

Afterwards, she took us to get my school supplies to a place called Diagon Alley. We went to get my wand first, which I was the most excited about. A wand would allow me to control my magic (unfortunately, I wasn't allowed to do magic outside of school anymore) for real. The man, Ollivander kind of scared me. He looked as if he needed a good meal, and I had to wonder just how old he really was. He could barely walk! However, he was very friendly.

It took a while before I found the right wand, and after a while, I had to wonder if I was indeed magical. However, he handed me a wand that was 9.75" Vine and Ashwinder Ash. I thought it was cool that I had wand that had my name in it… he told me it would be good for Charms.

Afterwards, we went to get robes for me. There were a lot of Hogwarts students there getting there robes. They all greeted Minerva, so they were older. I felt embarrassed because she pointed out to them that I was a new Muggleborn. Normally I like to blend in. It would be nice to know some people before hand, but I didn't like when people stared at me.

After that, we went to get my books, a cauldron, potion supplies, parchment… and if you'll believe it, a quill and ink! I thought quills were used in the olden times. I didn't think I would be able to write with it, I would probably make a mess of myself.

I kind of wanted to explore Diagon Alley more, but Minerva wanted to get us out of there. So right after we got everything we needed, we left. I think my mother and sister were relieved…

I spent the rest of my holidays reading my books. It is now the night before I go, and I am terrified. It's twelve am now, and I can't sleep. What if I am not good at magic? What if I fail my first year? Not only that, but Hogwarts is a boarding school! I am actually going to be living there. Thankfully, I am taking my cat Scrappy with me but I still can't help but still feel afraid. There is just so much about that world I don't know about.

Plus there is the stuff that Minerva told us about. Magic isn't always used for good stuff. That Lord Volmore guy I guess used it for bad stuff. Minerva didn't even like saying his name, that's how scared she was. I have a feeling she didn't tell us everything about it either. All she really said was that he was the one behind all the bad stuff that happened, and some boy named Harry Potter killed him. But… it's just kind of scary that magic is used for that kind of stuff.

I'm excited as well though. I wasn't really looking forward to going to secondary school. My sister told me that the people there can be jerks, and they probably would have been mean to me. Not only because of the magic, but because I am not pretty. Jaime has no problem telling me to my face that I'm ugly, and if my own sister can say that…

Then again, what if the kids at Hogwarts say the same thing?