A/N: So... this is my first story, ever. Please be nice to it. Pretty please? I think I shall dedicate this to my very best friends… I also don't own Harry Potter.

Chapter One: A new beginning

I lay awake in my bed tonight thinking about my life. How it is about to change. How I may find relief from the restlessness of my everyday life. I knew long ago that I was different, I just didn't know how. Today that changed. One letter from an unknown place, Hogwarts, revealed to me that I did have a place in the world. Now I may find the acceptance that I have longed for so desperately in the past…

… "Hi. I'm Langella. I'm new here," said a young girl just getting used to the idea of a new school.

"Well you may go join the short new geeks club over in that corner." A pretty dark haired girl replied.

"Oh. Okay." The young girl turned fighting back a few tears…

…A fresh, new middle school girl looked at her options as she looked around. Finally she settled on a table with a few girls sitting around it already. As she walked up, their talking quieted.

"Can I eat lunch with you guys? I don't know anyone yet and its just the first day of school."

"Sure, why not?" someone said looking at everyone else at the table smiling.

The girl who was just only ten, but incredibly smart, sat down at the spot the others made for her. Moments later there was her milk split in her lap, and great bouts of laughter…

…This is going to be my year. I will prove to everyone, but mostly myself that I can be normal, just normal in a new world, a world that is different. It is nearly midnight. I can't sleep. I have read the letter over and over again by the light from the street lamp across from my window. I think I am just trying to think of reasons why this wouldn't be true. Why it might be a prank from someone. The whole idea is really absurd, but the rejected part of me wants to accept it. That part of me hangs on the smallest of chances that I can live a better life.

My sister and two brothers, all of them older than me, haven't heard about this yet. What will they say? … "I knew she was a freak, why couldn't you just disowned her at birth. Then we wouldn't have to put up with the weirdness"… I shouldn't look to my siblings for support, especially when looked for in the past it has just been denied time and time again. In fact they are some of the worst at picking on me.

I guess I should tell you about myself. This journal that I am writing in is a present from my Aunt Alti. She said that it is good to write down what you feel. It helps release your pent up emotions. Anyways, my name is Langella. Langella Lynn Lahree. I am almost eleven. My birthday is September 10th. I am about 5'6, although when I was younger I was very short. I have curly blond hair that reaches halfway down my back, and I have green eyes. They are an odd green though. Sometimes they brighten up, others they take on a dull, gray tint. I used to go to Forrest Middle School, but now I shall be attending a new place, at least new to me, called Hogwarts. It is a school totally devoted to magic. But what magic to I have? That can only be answered by taking a chance at something new...

Finally the young girl fell asleep, her thoughts of magic tricks giving way to the peacefulness of her dreams. But her peacefulness was rudely interrupted when one of her brothers came in yelling at her to get up in the morning. "Wake up my little witch!"

"I am getting up!" Langella murmured sleepily.

She went down to breakfast where her two brothers were arguing over who they thought should have been prom queen last year. Joshua thought that the crown belonged to the long legged cheerleader who had won. Aeric believed that it should have gone to some more deserving soul who put more into the school than a cheerleader.

Her sister Madeline was busy upstairs putting on globs of make-up to obscure her slight acne problem.

"Langella, we can go to wherever it is that you need to get your supplies next week. I have a lot of stuff to do at work this week and I am afraid that we wont have time," her mother said.

So Langella spent the next week drawing and reading in her room. She thought of nothing but Hogwarts and magic. One morning, a week later, she was wrested from her daydreams, by her mother finally saying that they could go shopping for her supplies.

A/N: So... Did you like my story? If so, please feel free to review it as much as you want. I will gladly accept criticism to make my writing better.