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Chapter One

Kim's POV

Obliviate- to hide a memory of a particular event

I watched my little sisters Reyna and Gwyn board the train that would take them to Salem Witches' Institute of Magic. It would be their first year. I wish I could accompany them and help them along like I promised, but it had become too dangerous for me to continue going to Salem. If you haven't figured it out yet, I am a witch. I am seventeen years old and if I were going to school this year, I would be in my final year. Children with magic in them (who grow up to be a witch or a wizard) start their first year at age eleven. Girls go to Salem- since its a girls-only school- and boys go to Jamestown School of Magic for Wizards. Well, that is, until recently. Students have either dropped out, went into hiding, or disappeared all together.

This is because ever since He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named's- or Voldemort for those who aren't scared to speak his name- return, his followers have taken over the school to teach magic they believe that it should be taught. They teach that pure bloods are better than half-bloods and mud bloods. Mud bloods are witches and wizards who come from families that has no traceable line of magic. Voldemort is a wizard who turned evil, and that's putting it nicely. He was killed about seventeen years ago, but he recently has come back to life at begin time of terror once more. No one really knows how he came back for sure. He mainly stays in England, where Hogwarts is. Hogwarts is the best school to learn magic, and is also the school where Harry Potter and him attended. Harry Potter is known as the Boy Who Lived for a reason. When Voldemort went to kill Harry when he was only a baby, the killing curse backfired and killed Voldemort himself instead. No one knows how Harry managed to survive such attack with only a scar on his forehead. That's why he is so famous.

Voldemort has made a couple of stops in America to gather more followers and to set terror in the hearts of witches and wizards alike here. Last school semester he stopped by Salem to place Professor Blas as the new headmaster. Professor Blas originally taught Charms class and everyone suspected that he continued to follow Voldemort even after his death. It was in that year I got into so much trouble. I had ended up the leader of a secret group that out right defied the new headmaster and Voldemort. We called ourselves Citizen Soldiers because we were citizens of America where we were all equal and we were willing to fight for our freedom like the Patriots did centuries ago. But recently, I had decided that it would be for the best if I and a couple of others went underground and disappeared for a while. So that is how I ended up watching my sisters leave without me. I just hoped that they would be okay and nothing bad would happen to them.

I had found a couple of old spell books in the Salem library that I "forgot" to return. I used the obliviate spell to make my family forget me. My parents believed that they only had two daughters and my sisters believed that they never had an older sister. I also went around the house and got rid of any evidence that I ever lived there. When I got to my room, I cast a Disillusionment Charm that hid both my door and window from everyone expect those who knew it was there. And at the moment, that was only me. I decided to hide in my room until I could find another place to live on a more premerant level.

Since I wasn't going to school, I planned to go to muggle school for the school year. Muggles are people who aren't witches or wizards who are not aware that magic actually exists. Muggles are often looked down at as odd, stupid, and annoying. I don't feel that way because I was raised as a muggle until I got the letter inventing me to Salem Witches' Institute of Magic. That was the day I found out that I was a witch.

After making sure that both Reyna and Gwyn were safe of the train, I left the station and evaporated into my room. I grabbed my backpack from the floor and looked at myself in the mirror. My black hair was limp and lifeless as usual and my brown eyes looked haunted. My clothes were carefully picked out to look as muggle as possible. I was wearing jean short-shorts, a light purple plaid button down shirt and dark purple flats. I slipped on my glasses and then apparated out of the room.

I watched students walk into La Push Tribal High School. Its been a long time since I have attended muggle school and though my sister kept me updated on everything new the muggles created, I was still nervous. Come on Kim! They're only muggles. They can't hurt you! I scolded myself before stepping out from behind the tree and joined the ranks of the students walking into the school. But I made sure that my wand was safely tucked away in my sleeve where I could easily get it if I needed. I went to the office where the lady at the desk handed me schedule, map, and locker information. The classes were super easy to find compared to Salem, where the school was easily larger than most of the town and the classrooms tended to move around. I believe the founders of Salem were trying to build their own Hogwarts…

Everyone had the "first day excitement" flu. They didn't really pay attention to me and I was just fine with that. I was managing just fine until third period. That's when everything went down hill. I was assigned a seat next to the hottest guy in the school. Scratch that, in the entire state! I lost all control of my thoughts and my face instantly blushed when ever I looked at him. The saddest part? I doubt he even noticed me at all. I knew that it would be hopeless to like him, but there was something pulling me towards him. At first I thought someone had cast a love spell on me, but when I checked, I was the only one in the room with magical abilities. It turned out that not only was he in my third hour, we had the same lunch, fourth hour, and sixth hour together.

This boy's name is Jared Thail. And in all of those classes except lunch, I sat either next to him or near him. This school year was going to be torture and it hasn't even truly begun!