Hi guys this is Pyro I have been working on this on and off for about a year, it is really hard for me to get to work on this with is being my last year in high school and trying to get my own novel published, but i have decided that i will try to do my best this summer to make this story happen like I always wished it would. So any help with critics is much appreciated.

- Love to all my readers (if there are any)

Melissa smiled as she lay on a yellow inter-tube in the lazy river of Hurricane Harbor, giving a small wave to one of the lifeguards. Who in turn smiled back at her, but suddenly a weird look came over his face; unknown to Melissa, as she waved the water beneath her fingers was floating in the air, as if by magic.

"Ha, you should go to Hogwarts with those tricks!" he called after her, as she slowly floated along with the current, confused by his words, but not really paying much attention to what he said, instead at how his muscles looked as he moved and how his blond hair was shining in the sun.

"What a cutie, right Melis?" giggled one of her friends who soon swam up to her, leaning on the tube the brunette lay on. Melissa's bright blue eyes glittered as she nodded in agreement, craning her neck to continue watching the blond, teen lifeguard. Melissa pulled her chocolate brown and lime green hair into a ponytail.

"Definitely cute," she replied "all though I have no idea what he was talking about, Hogwarts? Is that his try at a good compliment? Cause it wasn't any good." she gave a small pout, but that disappeared when she saw the next lifeguard coming around the mend of the river.

Melissa was home around 10:30 that night, finding a note from her parents saying that they wouldn't be home till the early the next morning. She sorted through a stack of mail on the kitchen counter, finding one letter for her, the green ink catching her eye quickly. She flipped it to the back, eyeing it weirdly as she saw the wax seal keeping the letter closed, and ripped open the envelope.

Dear Miss Melissa Micheal,

I am pleased to inform you that you that you have found your

magical inheritance and we would find it a great please for you

to join Hogwarts school of Wichcraft and Wizardry. Please reply to

Albus Dumbldore via owl, with your answer and/or any questions you

may have. And your school list is attached to this letter.

Albus Dumbledore

Frist order of Merlin

Staring at the letter before her silently, she debates on whether it was real or someone was trying to pull her leg, put she didn't recognize the handwriting and only her friend Katie could think of doing this, but only when she was pissed at you. How was she supposed to reply via owl? She didn't own anything living except her rabbit. As if someone read her mind, a tapping came from the kitchen window. Melissa opened it to find a tawny owl looking at her expectantly.

She wrote, "I accept" on the other side of the letter and tied it to the owl's leg when it stuck the leg out for her. She watched as the small owl fly out the window.

"Fine! I don't CARE MOTHER! Do whatever you want with your effing hair" Valorie Clark exclaimed as she huffed out of the British hair salon, quickly crossed the street to try to get as far away from her mother as possible. A strong, warm wind was blowing her shoulder length light brown and teal colored hair around her face and stung her grey eyes, making them water slightly. She looked along the street to find a place where she could get out of the wind, and where her mother wouldn't find her. She soon found a small tavern called the Leaky Cauldron, which everyone else was passing by as if they didn't see it even though she watched a REALLY tall, broad man step inside. Taking a deep breath, she walked down the sidewalk, and walked through the door. She instantly took a liking to the place with it's dark, but cozy atmosphere.

"He' Tom, yep, her' on 'ogwarts business. I'm goin' to fetch some new students who got their magic late. I'm havin' a lot of trouble with one of them girls, she's got an attitude on 'er. But the easiest will be Valorie Clark, who is her' on a trip with her mother." The tall, broad man was talking to the man who obviously owned the tavern.

"Did you say Valorie Clark?" Valorie questioned.

"Yep" he replied happily.

"Well, uh, that's kind of Valorie." She said pointing to her self.

"Oh, well her' is your letter." he said, taking a couple minutes to search through his many pockets in his fur coat, before handing here an envelope with green writing on the front?

"Cindy, will you please get out of the garden and go get clean before your grandparents get here! You only have half an hour!" Mrs. Oaxaca called from the back porch out to her 17-year-old daughter, smiling when the black haired girl finally stood up and walked past her mother into the Kitchen, and up the stairs. After brushing her dark green stricked hair and washing her face in the bathroom, she walked into her room to change her clothes. But she stop short when she found a gigantic man sitting on her, now collapsed bed.

"What the Hell do you think you are doing?!" She screamed.

"Oh, 'ello ther'. My name is Rubeus 'agrid, and I'm the Care of Magical Creatures Professor at 'ogwarts! This is your letter" he said, handing her an envelope. She ripped it open and read it quickly, and then tossed it aside.

"No thanks, I need to fix my bed now so you can leave!" Cindy demanded with her hands on her hips.

"I'm sorry, but no is not an answer I can take. I hav' been ordered to take ye to 'ogwarts for your safty so lets get a movin'!" Hagrid said, standing and grabbing the small girl, and throwing her on his shoulder as he left. Cindy's angry screaming was heard down the whole street.

Katie sighed bitterly as she slammed the front door to her house, but that still didn't drown out the sound of her mother screaming. "Don't you dare leave the front yard missy!" Katie angrily sat down beneath one of the large trees in her front lawn. She leaned against the thick trunk, arms crossed and a scowl on her face. Her crimson eyes flashing in the moonlight. She concentrated on breathing so she wouldn't decided to do something rash, like kick one of her mothers gardens into the ground, and therefore get in even more trouble that she already was. 'House Arrest' her parents called it, it wasn't like she tried to crash the DAMN CAR! It was a stupid piece of shit anyway. She thought, pulling a lighter from her pocket, flames decorating the sides in blue, orange, yellow, and red. She opened it, flicked on the flame, and then closed it quickly, over and over, continuing to just stare at the flame as she did this. She opened it once more when several loud cracks were heard behind her making her pause. She stood quietly, and looked to one side seeing 15-20 men standing there all wearing purple cloaks and sticks in their hands.

"What the hell do you think you're doing in my yard you FUCKERS?! And what's with the sticks again? If you people really think this is still funny it's NOT! Besides, what are you going to do with the sticks? POKE ME TO DEATH?" she screamed.

"Katherine Johnson, we are here to bring you to-"

"yeah, yeah, Hogwhat's it. Yeah right!" she said.

"If you would please cooperate-"

"COOPERATE? You want me to cooperate? Well cooperate THIS!" she yelled running toward the front door, hearing them run after her. She gave them the finger, and ran inside. She leaned on the door then glanced out the window seeing them all lying on the ground. Pussy's, never seen a girl give the finger and they die of shock or something? She muttered, rolling her eyes. She walked outside giving the nearest one a kick in the side. He just lay there.

She smirked in triumph and walked back inside, locking the door, and turning to walk up the stairs. But she was stopped when two men in purple cloaks stood in front of her.

"Honestly! Do you ever give up? Come on, who paid you to pull this stupid prank? Was it Brian? He never was that creative?" she had her hands on her hips and she was pissed to say the least. She tried to walk past the men on the stairs, but suddenly found them holding her arms and dragging her toward the door. "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING YOU SHITS?! LET GO OF ME!!" she screamed, kicking and flailing as much as possible, while swearing like a sailor. Her long dark brown hair with her crimson tips fell into her face. Then her shouts were cut off by another loud crack and they were gone.