Hello, my favorite people on earth! I'm trying out a new idea, because I know I haven't been on in a REALLY REALLY long time.

Random things to tell you: I'm sorry, I don't update very often, and I completely blame this on school! The story is in the time of James Potter…it is told through the life of another girl. Italicizing is simply the person's thoughts….

Disclaimer: I am pleased to inform you that I do not own Harry Pot-pot or his marvelously created friends….granted, if I did, my story would be written in a more Harry Potter-ish way…

Summary: Swan Rogue goes to Hogwarts….she meets all the favorite characters of JK Rowling, including James Potter, Lucius Malfoy, and Severus Snape…YEY!!

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Swan Rogue gently placed her favorite Hawaiian flower in her long silky black hair. Her ivory tipped fingers nimbly curled the stem through her glossy hair, as Swan looked up into the large bathroom mirror. Her delicate fingers paused as she glanced over her long black hair, pale child-like features, and dull blue and green eyes that stood out gracefully on her lovely face. Her lonely eyes shone the lost feeling that always followed Swan. She blinked and looked away as she muttered, "Great, now I'm imagining things…"

Swan twirled away from the mirror and gently lifted her perfectly carved black wand with a pale handle. She peered at it, turning her new magical appliance around on her palm.

"Swan!" her father's magically enhanced voice snapped. It sounded like it was coming from somewhere downstairs.

Swan sighed as she flicked her right hand upwards and her golden rimmed trunk levitated itself. She elbowed her bedroom door open and quietly exited into the hall, her concentration centered on keeping her trunk floating in front of her. As usual, she found herself in front of the family tree. Her eyes followed the long painting from the beginning as she muttered, "Rowena Ravenclaw." With a slam, her trunk fell to the ground and Swan cringed, hoping her father hadn't heard the loud noise.

She followed the names of all her ancestors plastered against the wall, even though she already knew them by heart. All purebloods had their family tree decorating the walls of their mansions; it was a sign that their ancestors were pure and should be respected. Finally, Swan's dull eyes found her own name, printed in fine silver ink. She knelt down slightly to read the inscription. "Swan Rogue, Metamorphagus, born in Ravenclaw Mansion, living in Ravenclaw Mansion, daughter of possibly the most famous Auror in England. To be attending Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Her mental status cannot currently be evaluated as she is brainwashed."

Swan let out a hiss of anger, "I don't care if you think I have no life. Fix it!" The plaque shimmered lightly and the words changed to read 'Swan Rogue, Metamorphagus, born in Ravenclaw Mansion, living in Ravenclaw Mansion, daughter of possibly the most famous Aurors in England. To be attending Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, her biological father is a slave driver, she has no friends, Swan has only ever left the house premises two times, and her current status is angry at poor little me.'

A man's chuckle rose seemingly out of nowhere as Swan straightened up and glared at the family painting. "Not true," she sneered, and moved over to the glittering Apparition circle.

"I know you know, Swan. Your biological parents treat you like a powerful little doll." A ghost lazily flew through the long wall and wafted around the hall, "And you are powerful…" He curled around her then jumped into her abandoned suitcase.

Swan paid no attention to her great-great-grandfather's foolish words as she dragged her trunk to her. The ghost slid from the suitcase and gazed at the book held tightly in Swan's left hand. "The World of Animagus...hm…naughty little child, aren't you?"

Swan blanched and tucked the booklet hurriedly into her robes, "Don't tell."

The ghost let out another long laugh that bounced off the corners of the hallway, "Your parents would kill you." He let out another cackle as he bounced through the wall and yelled over his shoulder, "Right after your dad murdered all the Slytherins at Hogwarts!"

Swan chuckled dryly, "He would. But I don't understand why he hates Animagi? He's made me memorize thousands of scrolls on black magic, black rituals, and we've delved into the purest of branches too."

It appeared Swan wasn't waiting for an answer because she spun around gracefully, her suitcase in hand, and with a soft crack, she disappeared.

As she reappeared in the large front hall, her eyes flicked around her, she could sense something was watching her. She turned to the door, to find that her father, Thythen, was standing calmly across the room, feet shoulder width apart. His hand twitched the slightest bit, but Swan could already feel her hair prick up as the beam of invisible magic spun towards her. Her eyes narrowed when she noticed the telltale structure of the spell, a nearly harmless cutting charm.

It's a trap. Swan let the spell hit her and ignored the sharp stinging on her left arm. With a small movement of her hands, three invisible spells left her, each very simple jinxes that were some of the only types she could manage with her current magical ability.

Thythen simply created a gleaming shield that pulled in the spells, and then he countered with two Dark spells. This time, Swan ducked the first then sidestepped the next and fell into Thythen's carefully set trap. With a flash of a pressure spell, Swan blacked out, with no time to react at all.

Swan stirred a moment later to a strong slap to her cheek, she sat up slowly, trying to get rid of the dizziness as she listened to her father's reprimands, "Disappointing. When you enter the enemies' battlefield, first become acquainted with how it is warded, and then attack. I expect you to last quite a bit longer the next time you are allowed to enter this hall."

Swan nodded curtly and stood up as she quickly healed the small scratch on her arm at the same time. Swan wasn't really upset; in all her years of training, she had never been able to even touch her father with the little jinxes she knew how to control.

Thythen took Swan's thin wrist and herded her outside to a long black limousine, "Do not come back for winter break, it would be too suspicious-" Thythen broke off suddenly as he spotted her thin silver bracelet with two serpents slithering on it. Swan bit her lip as Thythen squeezed her wrist, hard enough to bruise it. "Explain this... this filth, now!"

Don't look into his eyes…

Swan smiled calmly as her eyes strayed to his ear, "I am trying to warm up to those Slytherins." Swan made sure to add disgust in her voice, "You always say, Father, know thy enemy."

A smile crept on to Thythen's aged face. Swan let out a sigh of relief. The real truth was that she had found it hidden in her wardrobe, and had been compelled to slip it on, even though she knew her father hated snakes. Thythen opened the limousine door and nodded to her as Swan slipped into the polished seats and the door slammed after her trunk was roughly placed next to her.

She had not been expecting a sorrowful goodbye, quite far from it. A deep rumble rose from the car she felt the magically driven vehicle leave the rocky drive way to slide gently onto the smooth road. Swan looked at the blackened windows, wondering what she could have seen outside had they been clear.

"Any powerful wizard, with certain rituals, could bypass my outer walls and search through my memories," Swan repeated one of Thythen's many mantras mindlessly to herself, as she often did when she had nothing else to do.

Swan could not bring herself to retrieve a book from her trunk; for all she knew, her father could still be watching her. It wasn't long before she dozed off tiredly as the car's gentle humming rocked her to sleep.

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Ta-da! My very short first chapter

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