This is my first Harry Potter fic, and it takes place after the books- in the kids time.

Hogwarts, the number one wizarding school in England. But it takes in wizards from around the world. The other two international schools are Beauxbatons and Durmstrang. But those are not the only wizarding schools. They are just the boarding schools, where the rich snobs get to live on campus. I don't go to one of the elitist schools, because my family can't afford to let me go. I never got a letter or anything when I turned eleven, but I am still a witch.

I go to a small school about four miles from my house. There are still seven years, but we are the average students, the ones who are not important. We either don't have the money or we have nothing planned in our futures that might make us important. We are all pureblood, but that is just another thing that makes us average. The Muggle-born witches and wizards get a free ride to Hogwarts, but only because they have proven that they are special by having magical abilities when no one else in their family does.

"Riley, if you don't leave for school right now you are going to get another detention. And if you get another one they will kick you out, and you will have to get a Muggle job." My mom yelled up the stairs. My family is not one of the families who care about everyone's bloodline, and whether they are Muggle's or wizards, but to be a wizard in a Muggle job would be horrible. No magic and no one to talk about your magical problems with.

I sighed and got out of bed. A glance at the clock showed me that I had an hour an a half to get to school, but most of that time would be spent walking, since I hadn't reach apparition age. I am only 16, so I have a year left of school and then I can use magic whenever I want. I walked over to my closet and searched for something decent to wear. I finally decided on an aqua tank top, black jacket, and plain jeans. Walking into the kitchen I noticed that my mom had left while I was getting ready.

As I started to get my breakfast out, an owl flew in the window. I didn't recognize it, but figured it was probably from my moms work. I grabbed a couple owl treats and walked over. I fed the owl and it dropped its letter in my hand. Surprisingly, it flew off after delivering the letter, not even waiting for me to respond. I looked at the seal, and my eyes widened. The letter wasn't from my mom, it was from my school.

Dear Miss Nortin,

On May 15, an exchange student is arriving to go to our school. We would like to inform you that your family has been picked to house the new student. You are excused from school on this day because you need to be home to welcome your guest.

Sincerely,

Margret Daner

I looked around my house. And it was a mess. And the new kid was coming today. Well I guess my mom didn't have to worry about my getting detention today. I got our owl and wrote a letter to tell her we were going to have a guest. Then I spent the rest of the morning cleaning the house, making up the guest room, and cooking an actual dinner for us. Normally my mom would just pick up something from a greasy restaurant, but I wanted to have a better first impression than that. I finally finished making our house presentable, and decided to take a bubble bath, because I was exhausted from heavy cleaning. I went to the bathroom- we only have one in our house- and started to fill the tub. I poured in a bit of my favorite bubble bath, coconut mango scented. After the tub was filled I turned off the water, put my headphones on, and relaxed. I don't know how much later, but the sound of knocking woke me up. I suddenly remembered that I had a visitor. I knew I didn't have time to do anything, so I ended up just wrapping myself in a towel and going to answer the door. I made it to the top of the stairs perfectly fine, but about halfway down I had left a book lying on the floor, and I tripped over it down the stairs. I hit the door with a thud. I slowly stood up and braced myself on the door before I slowly opened it. The first thing I noticed was that our guest was a guy, the second was his bright turquoise hair. And the third thing my brain registered was the look of shock on his face, which was warring with a scared look for dominance.

"Hi. Sorry I took forever, I was in the tub. And then I fell down the stairs, which caused me to hit the door." I said, trying to figured out why he looked scared. "Are you okay?"

"You're one to talk." He said and reached out to touch the top of my head, where I had hit the door. Almost as soon as he touched it my head exploded in pain. I swayed and caught myself on the door, before passing out cold.

Please tell me what you think, I would really like to know if you think I should continue this story.