I pulled my long black jacket sleeves so they cover my arms from anyone's view. I was sitting on the porch of the foster home, waiting for my new foster mother to pick me up. It would be my 4th new foster home in the last three months. I never stayed at my foster homes long. I always do something to leave before they get attached to me or they can't handle me or end up sending me back because I was a 'disturbed kid' as the last couple put it. I pushed a strand of my dark auburn hair that fell in my face because of the wind.

I keep my eye on my guitar that took me so long to buy. My social worker was standing a few ten feet away from me, tapping her foot nervously. She is probably thinking they changed their minds in wanting me. Not that I would be upset if they did. I was used to being abandoned, not wanted, nobody caring about me.

There was only one person in the whole world that ever did care, my mother, and she died when I was seven.

A red car pulled up in front of us then. A woman got out. She had dark red hair and dark blue eyes. She was wearing a pair of gray pants, a green sweater and black low heels. She came up the steps and shook my social workers hand. They talked for a while then my worker went inside to grab the paperwork the woman had to sign. The woman held her hand out for me to shack and smiled kindly at me.

"I'm Dorea Potter and you must be Vanessa." She said. I made sure she couldn't see my arm and I shook her hand then nodded in confirmation.

"You can call me, Dorea. Charlus, my husband, had to run some errands. You'll meet him later." She was going to continue when my worker came back with the papers. Dorea signed them. When we were leaving and Dorea was putting my suitcase in the car, I told her to be careful with my guitar, my social put a hand on my shoulder and hissed, "Don't mess this up." and squeezed my shoulder with her talons, that she calls nails. Dorea shut the trunk and shook hands with my worker and went to the other side of the car. I went to my side and slide into the backseat.

The ride was Dorea telling me everything I needed to know. Including that James, her son, didn't know he was getting a new sister today. She told me she and her husband knew about my past and explained she and Charlus wouldn't tell James or anyone unless I wanted to. I told her it was probably best that nobody else knew. She nodded in agreement. She also mentioned the fact that her and her family we're also indeed wizards and witches, like me.

I would be attending Hogwarts for my 7th year (With James). I was going to Beauxbatons no matter who I was with and they never knew I was a witch. I got expelled last year though because one: I didn't get along with all the preppy girls(which is every girl in that school) two: I hit a lot of girls when I had enough of them(they were bicthes that always didn't get in trouble for anything and they were bullies) three: I set the potion lab on fire by 'accident'(I hate that class) and fourth: I set a three headed dog into the school (I was aiming for it to kill a girl I hate, but it only bit her everywhere it could get to before the staff got rid of it.) That was the last straw and they expelled me. I am not to go anywhere near the grounds of that school ever again. Which was fine by me, I never want to go back to that hellhole anyway. I never made any friends there either.

After a while we pulled in front of a black gate. Dorea stopped the car and took out her wand and casted a spell and they creaked open. What was behind it was covered by trees. The car started to move again and we were soon pasted the trees. I gasped silently when I saw the house, but it was more like a castle. It was three stories high, it was painted white, at every other window was a balcony, and there was ivy growing up the side of it. It was beautiful.

"We keep so many trees in front because James and his friends love to play Quidditch so we have to have something to block the view from Muggles." Dorea said smiling at me. We pulled into the gravel driveway. We got out and headed inside. The inside of the house was just as grand as the outside.

"I'll show you to your room." Dorea replied.

She grabbed my suitcase and I grabbed my guitar following her up the grand staircase. She pointed out rooms to me while we passed them. She stopped at a room at the 3rd floor. She opened and gestured for me to go in. The walls were painted a pretty lavender color, there was a wardrobe in the corner, a queen sized bed in the center against the wall, and I had a balcony.

"This door leads to your own bathroom; I figured you wanted privacy being a girl." She said putting the suitcase on my new bed, then went across the room to open the door. I stood in the middle of the room looking around still. She tucked her hair behind her ear.

"I'll let you unpack. After you're done, come down stairs, everyone will be here in a few." Dorea said then left the room. I gazed around for a while then went over to my suitcase and started putting things away.

I knew this wouldn't last long, and they'd figure out I wasn't going to fit into their rich family and get rid of me as fast as they can. I sat on my bed after I was done when I heard the front door open and male voices talking to Dorea. I heard some auguring, some complaints, and some nervous voices then; "Vanessa, come and meet everyone!" Dorea yelled that seemed from the landing of the stairs. I took a deep breath, stood up and made sure I looked presentable, also that my arms don't show then head out of my new bedroom towards the stairs.