Author: Vengeance
Title: Circumstance Created
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I OWN NOTHING Stabs lawyers with pitch fork LEAVE ME ALONE
...er ... well. that is ... I don't own anything that belongs to anyone else... all made up characters are mine... so there : P
Summary: confident american muggle, absorbs the power from Voldies wand. What's all this magic? Strange, Weird and totally Supernatural. Fate doesnt control us, rather we it. Story is Much better than summary. enjoy.

Chapter 1.

The arrival.

"Finally" she thought as the plane touched down in the English airport. The pilot came over the loud speaker,

"We have arrived in Amos Airport. Please make a calm and orderly exit from the plain. Thank you."

She quickly unclipped the seatbelt that was ruining her black and silver trench coat. She stood to take her carry on out of the overhead cubby. She idly stretched her 5'6" frame as she fumbled for the middle of her black and red messenger bag. Her heart shaped face split into a grin once she gripped it. Carefully she inched the bag out, her icy silver-blue eyes narrowed in concentration, determined not to spill the horde packed haphazardly in her unzipped bag. She checked it thoroughly to assure herself that she had all her possessions. Once she was finally satisfied that it was all present she slipped past the large middle-aged woman next to her and into the isle. She lugged her bag out of the plane and into the luggage pickup before she was able to swing it onto her shoulder.

'ugh... i hate crowds. why do i take the plane every time when i could take the relaxing cruise over'
'because it costs less and is cheaper' she answered herself

' i know i know and damn it I'm talking to myself again'

Her inner conversation halted suddenly as her bags came into view. She haled them from the belt. After a long hard struggle she succeeded in maneuvering her two large suitcases, duffel and messenger bag through the suffocating throngs of people. She stepped outside and was hit by a violent gust of wind. She growled in frustration as her dark brown hair blew into her face, the silver streaks flowing like water for a moment before she restrained them with a solid black clip.

" Mir! Mir darling. Amir over here" carried through the air to her multi-pierced ears. Amir turned to the sound.

"Grandma, Grandpa, Auntie!" she dropped her things and ran to hug them.

" Oh its so good to see you again, Magelet" the shorter of the blond ladies exclaimed.

"Auntie," Amir exasperatedly sighed

"Please don't call me that" Amir held the two ladies. "I missed you"

" What ... no hug for your grandfather" the old man questioned while holding out his arms

" Oh grandpa, don't be silly." after a moment of silence she spoke again.

"Did my Bike come in?" the excitement in her voice could not be masked, no matter how hard she tried. The Bike she was talking about wasn't a normal bike but an old motor bike remade with parts from dirt and racing bikes, taken apart and played with. In other words a mechanical piece of art – beautiful, dangerous, fast and the only one of its kind.

"yes, it came along with the rest of your things and is currently sitting in the garage being guarded by Sirius ... who wont leave the bloody thing alone" her grandfather intoned.

"language, Vic" Grandma Ellen scolded

"Yeah, grandpa Vic, language. Can we leave now I want to get out of this place"

With that, she ran back to her things and dragged them toward the taxi with little difficulty. After a few moments, she was soundly asleep in the back seat and heading to King's Cross Station.

A/N
Hey please review so I can tell if I should continue.I don't plan on letting this fic die, but if I must I will.sorry bout the lack of magic it will come, please be patient. thanks