Hello everyone! This is my new story. It's has explicit sexual content, and lots of profanity. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED J

Hell. That's what my life has been. Bitchy girls, jerks, and people who just don't understand. You see, I'm a freak. The others used to call me "different" or "special". But I know what I am, and I accept it. Sort of. By now, you're probably wondering what I'm talking about. Well, I'll explain. I sense things. I can sense when somebody is lying, and I can see auras.

I warned you.

Another weird thing about me is my appearance. I have jet black hair that I like to cut and style myself. It hangs in choppy strands to my breasts, which weren't that impressive. I have a rather pale complexion, and a small nose. The most bizarre thing about me, though, is my eyes. They had a feline upturn to them, and they were the color of the sea.

I'm also a witch. One that can conjure things, and kill things. With magic. My mother and father aren't too fond of me because of that. I used to go to normal schools, but that didn't work out too well. Then I was homeschooled. But once that owl came, my whole life went down the drain. I was invited to attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I would be starting my 6th year, and I was supposed to go shopping for school supplies.

Yeah right.

My life has never been so easy. Just reach out and grab opportunities. Yeah right. But I did what I was told. I went with Albus Dumbledore—the school's headmaster—to shop at a place called Diagon Alley. I received odd coins, books that shouldn't exist, robes colored charcoal black, and a wand. 13 ¾ inches, aspen wood, unicorn hair, unyielding. That Oliviander bloke was a strange man. I mean, I was used to odd people. I was one. But he was different.

And now, I'm sitting in an empty compartment in a magical train to take me to a school for wizards.

Yay.

The compartment door opens, and a pretty girl enters. She looks a bit like me, but more feminine. Her aura is pink—happy—and she is smiling.

"Hello, I'm Astoria Greengrass. I'm a Prefect, and I'm here to welcome you to Hogwarts. Once we get there, I'll introduce you to my friends. What's your name?"

She seemed innocent enough. "Tara Caspian. Pleasure to meet you."

She sits down on the seat across from me and leans forward in interest. "Hello Tara. I hope you love Hogwarts. And if you don't…"

"I'm screwed," Astoria laughs and tells me I'm funny.

"You'll adore Blaise. He's really funny as well, though his humor isn't as dry as yours."

I smile as politely as I can.

"So I take it you know what I am?"

"Yes, I know you can sense auras and lies. A very useful gift."

I scoff. "Not if you have it. It's more of a curse." I let the subject drop at that, and tell Astoria that I'm going to change into my robes. I walk to the women's bathroom on the train and change, and then stop by the sweet trolley on the way back. Just to be nice, I bought something for Astoria, too. But by the time I get back to the compartment, she's already gone. Figures.

The train stops. I can see a magnificent castle looming out of my window, with tall towers and rolling hills in the distance. I am guided by prefects, and find myself inside surrounded by short first years. I wish I could say I was less nervous than them, but I would have been lying.

The head of Gryffindor, Professor McGonagall, leads us to the Great Hall, which is adorned with floating candles and four long tables. The ceiling is enchanted to like the stormy sky outside.

"Alright, everybody. I will call your names in alphabetical order, and you will come up to the front of the room. I will place the Sorting Hat on your head, and you will go to your respected houses. Any questions?" she paused. "I didn't think so."

And with a swish of her emerald green robes, she is at the front of the room. She announces the first name—Ward, Sandra—who is placed in Hufflepuff. Cowards. The next few names go by quickly, with a few Gryffindors and mostly Hufflepuffs.

"Caspian, Tara!" My name rings out in the Great Hall. Shit. I walked slowly up to the front of the room, and sat on the wobbly three-legged stool. McGonagall placed a ratty looking hat on my head, and waited.

"Ah. Tara Caspian. Now where shall I place you?" the Sorting Hat's raspy voice startled me.

"Let's see. Hufflepuff? No, I know you don't want that. Think they're cowards, correct?" That comment caused a few boos from the Hufflepuff table. "Gryffindor? No that won't do. You are very brave, but not as urbane as the others," I scowled at that, and mentally called him a jerk.

"I can hear you, you know. Now let's continue. Ravenclaw or Slytherin? You're very wise indeed, but I see a future for you in Slytherin. Yes, I think that's it," The hat paused dramatically.

"SLYTHERIN!"