Life was perfect. Everyday was amazing and simply stated, a dream. That was of course until she got the note that would change her life forever. After that day she wouldn't be just another girl with bushy brown hair and a passion for reading. No, she would soon become the most powerful, the most feared, and the most beautiful bookworm the world had ever seen.

Okay, so I exaggerated a bit but the note did change everything. I never knew that life could be so…what's the word…of yeah…FREAKING CRAZY! Two, I know.

I'm just letting everyone know now that this isn't your everyday run-of-the-mill story. No, this is my story and I'm here to share it with you if you're willing the sit there and let me drone on and on about how nothing would ever be the same again or about how I found out that my father is the most famous wizard in the WORLD.

Oops, I just gave it away. hehehe. Well, I guess there could be three people that falls under that category: Albus Dumbledore, Tom Riddle (AKA Voldy), or the famous Harry Potter. I know how odd that must sound that Harry Potter would be a father to the likes of me no less but there is such a thing a time travel.  (Hint Hint Clue Clue) Just kidding… or am I? Hehehe

I bet you're wondering what someone like me would have to offer to you very critical readers. Well, let me just tell you that this will be the best damn story you've EVER read. And if you don't think that then poo on you. JK

I guess I could begin where it all started on the Hogwarts Express taking up to our final year at our beloved Hogwarts. It as a beautiful day; the sun was shining brightly and there was a slight breeze that made the early September heat bearable. I was of course as expected Headgirl and of course I was doing my duties as diligently as possible. While walking front the front to the back of the train patrolling the halls, I stumbled upon a conversation that I wish I had never overheard.

They were speaking in hushed whispers and I had to lean closer to the door to catch a few words they were saying. There was one voice I recognized. It was Malfoy and his posse. 'Walk away, nothing good will be said here. Just go,' I told myself but unfortunately my feet were glued and my legs were locked for I could not move if my life depended upon it, which it kind of did.

"They're taking her tonight," Malfoy said.

"Who Draco?" the Parkinslut asked.

"The mudblood. The Dark Lord said that his survival depends upon it."

"Meaning?" Zabini questioned.

"Like I know. He might be an evil powerful genius but he's got some weird ways of gaining said power."

Finally comprehending what the group of Slytherins were saying, I backed from the door and hit the wall opposite. Me, he was coming after me. Voldemort, and yes I can say his name, was coming after me tonight. I had to tell someone, anyone. Harry and Dumbledore were the first two that popped into my head but we were still miles away from the school and what exactly could Voldemort do on a moving train in the middle of the country. Okay, so he could probably do a hell of a lot but that small thought calmed me as I rushed back to our compartment, forgetting my Headgirl duties.

I plopped down on the seat and ignored the looks and questions from Harry and Ron. I had to think before I go blabbing. Maybe I should tell McGonagall. Once that thought passed through my brain, something else clicked. If I was Headgirl, there had to be a Headboy. McGonagall said something about having trouble with him but I gave it no more thought, I had more important things to worry about at the moment. I sat silent for the rest of the train ride, mulling thing over. Still silent, I pulled my trunk from the rack above me, dragged it out into the hallway and outside onto the platform. Ahead and to the right was where all the terrified first years would climb into the tiny boats and sail across the giant squids home. And to the left were the horseless carriages where I would be boarding for one last time.

As I was momentarily reminiscing, someone roughly rammed into my right shoulder, "Mudblood," Draco Malfoy spat as he and his cronies walked on. Thought I was probably the only one to notice it, the Slytherins seemed to have an extra glint of malice in their eyes. 'Well so much for a great final year.'

Your probably wondering how I could be so calm in the predicament that I'm in. Just to let you in on a little secret, I'm scared shitless right now know that this might just be the end for me. Pretty dark, I know but whatcha gonna do about it. Whatcha gonna do with all that junk, all that junk inside my trunk.

Thank you, thank you very much. Now I'm gonna have that stupid song stuck in my head for the rest of the day. I'll just get on with the story, maybe that'll help. SO any who, what's with that anyway? 'Any who' shouldn't even be allowed use, what the hell does it mean anyway. Sorry, off track again. This is getting serious, it's happening way too often.

SO, I found that carriage that the boys had been saving for me and yet again sat silent and stared out the window until I could see the stone gargoyles and the cement steps leading into Hogwarts. Once getting out and taking in the familiar scent of my second home. I walked up and into the Great Hall. Everything as expected, the amazing and very real ceiling, the floating candles, and the teachers lined up at the front of the room.