AN: All rights go to J.K. Rowling. This is my first story and I hope you guys like it.

Chapter One:

A strong wind danced across the goosebumps that had already formed on my arms as I stepped out and into the early morning. Behind, I could hear my brother fidgeting with his suitcases as he tried to find an activity to keep his hands busy. Just a day ago, our parents accidentally revealed to us that we were moving once again. I should have seen the signs. They had been nicer than usual the past few weeks, even going as far as getting the family tickets to the World Cup. That's how they always did it, though. In the time leading up to the move, they'd always try to butter us up to soften the blow. Though this time, even the promise of being able to see a once in a lifetime game wasn't enough.

When my brother and I were younger, our family moved around very often. It was always one place after the other. At the time I didn't mind. It was fun and I was given the opportunity to see places that I wouldn't have been able to have seen otherwise. Though as I got older, the constant change and the lack of stability fed into the annoyance that had begun to fester within me. With each move, they allowed had allowed us to stay longer and longer in each location. Right before Michael and I started school, we had stayed in our town for nearly two years. We had both assumed that it was our last move and began to set some roots and form close bonds with friends, a luxury that we hadn't allowed ourselves to have before. But a week before classes were to have begun, our parents quickly uprooted us and took off to the next location. This move changed something within them, or so we thought. They saw the devastation and our heartache and promised that this was the last one. Now that school had started, they wouldn't do it again. They swore. And for three years, they kept that vow. Until today. The day we were off to the World Cup.

I crossed my arms and waited huffed into the cold wind of the Swiss morning. Could they be taking any longer?

"Mum! Dad! Could you please hurry up? It's freezing out here!"

I knew that I was being a brat, but I allowed myself this outburst. Here they were again, making us leave behind everything we had worked so hard for. And for what? Because they were bored of Andermatt? That was the other thing, they always refuse to tell us why we were leaving. The times that they did answer, it never felt honest. They would give some frivolous response like, "I heard that the pastries there are simply to die for!" or "Can't you see us going on hikes in the hills that they showed in that muggle film?" I always felt like they were leaving something out, as if there was something to hide.

When my parents finally walked out of our house – excuse me, ex-house – they smiled sheepishly at myself and my brother, as if they were the children, not us.

"Hazel, Michael, we're really sorry that we have to do this," my mother said as she wrapped a lithe arm around each of us, "but just imagine going back to the place you were born! Don't you remember that you were born in Bath? Well, of course you don't, but you know what I mean! You'll finally be able to explore your homeland, why, even going to school with kids just like you!"

"We do go to school with kid like us." Michael said. They were the first out to have left his mouth since the day before, when Mum and Dad had made their announcement.

Mum looked at him with her pale green eyes that looked so much like ours and frowned, but a quickly as she frowned, she smiled once again. "Oh honey, please don't make a big deal out of this. You two should be used to it by now! It's not like it's your first move. You know what? You know that broom you've wanted for a while? Your father and I will get it soon as we're settled. IT was going to be your Christmas present but we'll get you something else. Isn't that right, Richard?"

Dad, who had stood in silence, walked towards us and smiled. "Yes, Katherine. And Hazel," he looked straight into my eyes, "whatever you want, I'll get it for you. There's no price too high."

I glared at him and grunted. I refused to be bought. "Now where's this portkey? You said that it leaves at dawn and I'm pretty sure the sun'll be out soon."

"Oh right," Dad looked down at his watch with his eyebrowed furrowed. "It leaves in fifteen minutes. It's in the pasture about an acre away. Look for an old milking bucket."

I set off, muttering "Locomotor" and flicking my wand to get my trunk and suitcases to follow me. I walked briskly and determinedly, using my height to my advantage as I took long strides to create a larger distance between myself and my parents. About a minute into the walk I felt my brother fall in stride with me and he nudged me with his shoulder.

"You know, you don't have to be so harsh with them." He said as he looked at the horizon. The sky was beginning to turn into a delicate pink, the color mixing beautifully with the lush green grass that covered Switzerland. I knew I would missing watching the sunrise in such a magical setting, so I looked forward with him, trying to etch the scenery into my memory.

"Says the person who has ignored them for a day." I retorted, bumping his shoulder with my own.

"Yeah, but really, what did we expect? That we were going to live the rest of our lives here? You know Mum and Dad, the moment a place gets too comfortable, they can't take it anymore."

"But aren't you sick of it? I guess it was sort of fine when we were younger…but we've started school and made friends! They led us to believe that we'd stay here until we finish school."

"I am, but what can we go? Until we're 17, they're in control of us."

"That's three whole years, and for all we know, three different schools. I love Mum and Dad but I don't think I could take that."

Michael shrugged and looked back at our parents. I did the same and saw them deep in conversation with their foreheads wrinkled. I faced forward again and sighed. Merlin only knows what they're talking about. After a few more steps I saw a dark shape nestled into the ground.

"Found it." I said as I jogged to retrieve the bucket. It was rusty and looked close to rotting. I jogged back to my family and placed it in the center of our circle.

"Now, Hazel, Michael, I think you remember how to use a portkey. One finger should be enough. Make sure you have a hold on all your luggage. It won't be easy to get back here if we leave something behind." Dad instructed.

I had half a mind to do just that but ended up deciding against it. IT wasn't going to change anything and I'd just be without half my wardrobe for a few hours.

"Should be about time. Everyone, get ready."

I grabbed all my things and put my left index finger to the damp wood.

"3…2…"

I felt a tug on my navel as the green and the pink swirled around me and disappeared. The next thing I knew I felt like I was being dropped out of the sky. I'd never really been good with portkeys and braced myself for the impact of my body hitting the ground.

"Oomf!"

I furrowed my brows, wondering where the sound came from. It wasn't from me. I looked over to my brother who had landed on his bum ten feet away and my parents who stood next to him with horrified looks in their eyes.

"What?!" I asked, annoyance enveloping the word as I glared at their shocked faces.

"H-H-Hazel, stand up immediately." My mother stammered.

"Why should I?" I asked indignantly.

"Because you're sitting on my chest." A voice said from below me.

Edit: I've revised this chapter to correct typos and tried to smooth out the writing.