AN : Hey guys, this is the first fanfiction I ever post, so I really hope you like it, let me know what you think. I got the idea for this from FisheeFabulous's amazing story My Possibly Crazy Neighbours (check it out, it's really good) so credit for that goes to her. Thanks, and enjoy.

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I do not know what my mother was thinking when she decided we move back to her hometown. It had come completely out of the blue and at the worst moment. High school in Devenmont was everything a student could ever hope for. And she was taking it away from me.

Now, I didn't want to sound like one of those whiny, moody teenagers who complained about how their parents were ruining their whole lives by moving away. But missing my chance to perform at Once was something I could never forgive. Once in A Life was my dream, the only likeable thing out of all those years of oral expression classes. It had been my dream since I was in diapers. And, as mentioned in the title, happened only once in your life.

Why did I have to have a foreign mother? I guess it's the Devenmont curse.

Now I was moving in to a new house in a new town in a new country. Our house was beautiful, it was, but it wasn't home.

Obviously, I had been the first one in our six-member family to finish unpacking and settling in. I didn't like leaving things unfinished. I never had. Now as I lounged in my new room listening to Latin American rock just to make me feel a little more at home, I realised two things: (1) I hadn't eaten in 18 hours (fact confirmed by my growling gut), and (2) I couldn't shake the feeling that something remarkable was about to happen.

Luckily my first dilemma could be solved relatively easily. I went down to the kitchen, trying to be as sneaky as possible so my parents wouldn't notice me and try to make me help with the house.

Our cupboard was completely empty (I don't know what I had been expecting really). But in the kitchen counter a few things my mum had managed to bring all the way from the Mexico City airport to the Heathrow airport were sitting there, just calling for me.

So I grabbed a package of Habanera cookies (which I usually hate) and a container filled with tuna no one had wanted to eat during the trip and headed out to the backyard.

Don't ask why but I went outside to eat. Okay, there were several reasons I could think of to go outside: (1) I didn't want to degrade my new bed with food so soon. (2) I wanted to be left alone. (3) I wanted to see if being outside had the same feel in this house as it did in the past one.

After quickly scanning the backyard I settled for a nice looking big old tree and sat down to have my lunch/dinner.

After a few minutes of being out there I came to a conclusion. Although it was nice out there, I didn't feel exactly, well, safe. It felt strange, and from where I come from strange means creepy and creepy means danger. Nevertheless I stayed there, eating my lunch/dinner. Who knows, maybe one day this will be my new normal. Sitting out in the backyard eating snacks and listening to the world.

A loud bang! shot me out right of my thoughts. I jumped about a foot in the air.

What was that?

Could it have been a gunshot?

It sounded like gunshot.

Well considering that I've never actually heard an actual gun being fired in my life.

Well, being more critical, it could have easily been a car backfiring or something. Yes, it must've been that.

Then suddenly there came voices. Unknown voices. It must've been the neighbours I hadn't met yet. My mum had said they were the Potters.