Who Am I?

by lotsa-ppl-luv-me

This is a fanfic about my character: Desirae Sayers. She is a muggleborn and this is her diary of her third year. With enchanting enemies, jealousy, and major stalking obesession/ crush what's a girl to do? Rated T but it might go up idk where its

1. Prologue

I do not own anything or anyone that JKR wrote. I do own Desirae, Nathan, and Jared Carr.

PROLOGUE

For the first twelve or eleven years of my life, I was the good girl; the daughter every parent wanted to have. But not anymore.

My name is Desirae Sayers, I am a witch and I attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I was born in the Unites states of America to two muggle Americans.

When I turned four we moved to Britain; London to be exact. I grew up in London but we spent the summers in Maine over in America with my grandparents.

I led a fairly normal life until my magic started acting up.

The first time I did magic was when I was eight years old. I was sitting at our dining room table. I began to get thirsty but I didn't want to ask for a drink. Next thing I knew, the pitcher of lemonade was floating in mid-air. It dropped out of the air and shattered; covering the floor in lemonade. My older brother, Nathan, toppled out of his chair. My mom and dad just stared at the shards of glass then looked at each other.

Four years later, I received my Hogwarts letter. Professor Longbottom delivered it. He said that muggleborns were getting more and more common. He asked my parents if they would allow me to go to Hogwarts. They agreed and came with me to Diagon Alley.

It was amazing, walking through that wall and seeing Diagon Alley for the very first time.

I started my first year and it flew by. I did fantastic in all my classes and made lots of friends.

My second year started and I heard a rumor going around about one of my friends. I denied it when anyone asked me and soon it died down. Then my brother's worst enemy (who turned out to be a wizard), Jared Carr, transferred from Durmstrang to Hogwarts. I heard that the Sorting Hat wasn't even close to touching his head when it yelled out "SLYTHERIN!"

He tormented me for the rest of the year and then we left the school for summer vacation. This is where my story begins...

AN: Pretty please review my story. Most of the names are a little like names of some people that I know.