Disclaimer: Almost all characters in here belong to J.K Rowling. Please respect that, I am just manipulating her story for my entertainment and yours. We all wished we were her. I am not her, unfortunately.

Chapter One.

The rain was becoming unbearable here in Salem. For a matter of fact, nearly everything about Salem was. The only good things about here was Halloween and Jack. Well, Jack used to be… I sighed, I'd never be done with Jack it seemed. I quickly pushed him out of my mind, he didn't deserve to occupy my thoughts.

Typically, most people think Salem would be the best place for a young witch and her family to reside. Wrong! All of Salem's honorable witches were driven out about a century ago. All that was left were the crazies. Well, except me and my family. Until now, that is. I huffed air out in frustration as I packed the remainder of my belongings in the suitcase.

We'd been okay until a week ago when Jack started the threats. My parents found out and contacted my Aunt Minerva, who lived in London were she was a teacher and administrator at a school named Hogwarts. I'd been a home schooled witch for as long as I could remember and at the end of August I'd be thrust into the social scene of witches and wizards who had known each other since before puberty. Damnit. This was all of Jack's fault. Had he just left me alone when I asked, none of this would have happened. When Auntie found out about Jack she immediately asked my parents to come live in London and join The Order of the Phoenix, to my understanding, a magical militia. Minerva said they needed new members for something after defeating the Dark Lord Voldemorte. While most of us magical beings hadn't heard of the power-hungry, European, freak and his motley crew of followers know as Death Eaters, Auntie explained the tragedy he had caused to the Wizarding world. With the almost constant threat of Jack, we couldn't turn down the offer to be ride of this lonely, little town.

Again, I remember the taunting fact that I was going to stick out like a sore thumb. They'd have lovely British accents and they'd probably used slang I'd never heard anywhere else but an Austin Powers movie. Jeeze, this was going to be a very long year of school. Fortunately, I was informed that my level of education was up to what everyone else knew, maybe a bit higher in some areas.

"Heather, we are apparating in 30 minutes, I hoped your almost packed." a soft yet commanding voice yelled. I took a deep breath.

"Yeah, almost, Mom!' I yelled down the stairs.

Liar

'Don't you have someone else to be criticizing?' I thought to my stupid conscience.

Nope, why would I?

'I don't know…maybe because you're the one who got me into this mess!'

We are one, together we got us into this mess

'You were the one who told me to take a chance on Jack…'

Hmmm…speaking of Jack, you should probably close your window before he decides to say "Goodbye"

I nodded to myself, knowing my conscience was right. I turned around and my heart sank.

"Close the door." he said.

"No." I whispered back defiantly. He wasn't going to control me, not this time.

"Tsk. Tsk. Didn't your mother ever teach you manners?" He cocked his head to the side and smirked. Right then he took out his wand and it shut itself.

"What the hell do you want, Jack?" he jumped off of the window seal and walked slowly up to me.

"You know exactly what I want." he said seductively. I couldn't believe I used to like that. He pointed his wand at my neck and traced the pattern of my veins on my neck.

"Jack get your wand off of me or I will kill you." He just smirked more. He leaned in and whispered into my ear, "Rough, I like it."

"Jack. Leave me alone. Please?" I asked, my voice weak. I was giving him just what he wanted.

"Huh. What did you just ask me? I don't think I heard you loud enough…" He was taking full advantage of this. He was enjoying hearing my heart pound as if I'd just stopped running a mile. Not that I was fit to do that anyways.

"I said, can you please leave me alone?" I whispered. Giving in, once again. He smiled, loving every moment of this. I stood there as he circled me, his wand trailing around my body.

"Hmmm…no." he stuck the wand in his pocket and shoved me into the wall. He grabbed my arms and held them above my head. He looked a little disappointed.

"You should have just said yes to the first time. I would have nice about it. Now, you're going to live in pain for your whole life."

"I'm glad I didn't say yes the first time, you know why? Because I know what kind of person you really are." I told him quietly. He looked hurt for a second. He looked like my old Jack, then his gaze turned icy.

"Just give in, please. I don't want hurt you, but I'm afraid if you don't agree there is no other way." He sighed. He looked really hurt.

"I can't do that. I just can't." I looked at him. He was going to kill me. There was no other way for him now. He could never see me with another knowing I was supposed to be his if he'd have waited a bit longer. Luckily for me, I had withheld some of what I could do from Jack. He didn't know I could use wandless magic. That was a very lucky thing I did. He started to kiss me on the and that gave him a very good distraction so that I could think of spell.

I thought of Jack and Alaska. Jack and Alaska, Jack and Alaska. I concentrated.

"Depulso" I said loudly and jack vanished. That was good. I thought silently. I closed my window and grabbed my wand just in case he came back. I had about ten minutes until I had to be down stairs so I decided to check how I looked. I stood in front of my mirror and grabbed my make up bag. I lined the tops of my eye lids with black and combed through my wavy black hair with my fingers. As I looked at my reflection I stared at my figure. I wasn't anything close to being skinny but I wasn't near being obese. I was extremely curvy with a proud size 13 jeans hang onto my figure. I sighed as I zipped my suit case up. I was horrified to be honest. Not only was I leaving to a completely different country, but London was one of the fashion capitals of the world, probably bustling with very pretty, very skinny girls. I grimaced a bit at myself. I had to remember that confidence would keep my head up.

"Fun experience, Heather, fun experience." I whispered to myself as I dragged my suitcase down the stairs.

As I walked in the living room I noticed my parents sitting with worried looks in there eyes. They must know how much I needed to leave here and felt sorry for me. They both looked at me with sad smiles.

"Ready to apparate, honey?" my father asked.

"As ready as I'll ever be…" I nervously smiled. I hated apparation with a passion.

"Okay…1...2...3!" and I felt that stupid tug on my stomach.