Hello, my name is Alice Lucidia Umber, and I am 16 years old. I used to attend a school called "Rosebud Academy", a school kind of like Hogwarts but much smaller and isn't a school for pure witches and wizardz. In fact, the school was for vampires and half-bred people of other mythical creatures, like me. I am a cross between a Vampire-Demon and a Witch. My father was a demon, and my mother was a witch. I never knew my real parents, and they apparently died after I was born, but I never learned how.

Anyhow, I was transfered to hogwarts for my 5th year of school. I'm almost 16, but not quite, since my birthday is in the winter. Even though I'm a goth, I have natural, long blonde hair that almost looks white. I hate it. I tried dying it black, but it doesn't stay in at all... this is because I am an albino. This makes my skin a natural, pale white, and my eyes are a pinkish-red in color. I look scary and dumb to both goths and preps, sitting here on the bus... to the preps, because of the way I dress, and to the goths...? Well, I look like a poser, most likely. I already started missing my old school at rosebud... as well as my crush, and best friend Blake Black... he was a vampire.

Suddenly, a blonde haired guy with red contacts came over and sat down next to me. He wore a black MCR t-shirt with black tripp pants that looked a bit too big for him. Around his neck was a lose tie, which I thought looked kind of stupid.

"Hi" he said with a flirty tone, "I'm Draco Malfoy. Just call me Draco."

"Alice." I said, rolling my eyes. "Alice Umber. I don't think I'll call you anything." I hissed. I already didn't like this loser. His blonde hair and stupid striped tie made him look like a f*cking posr.

"Don't bother with him." A clear, belle-like voice chimed in. I looked up to see a boy wearing thick, black framed glasses. He had a dark-gray collared shirt and a waist-coat like vest, a neatly kept tie and well dressed shoes. "Sorry to bother, but my name is Harry Potter."

I laughed a bit, noticing he rhymed his name. He blushed, realizing it a bit late as well. The Draco kid looked annoyed and huffed away.

"My name is Harry Potter..." He said quietly, "But please, if anything call me 'Knight'... I plan on changing my name to it when I'm 18."

"Oh really? How old are you now?" I asked, trying not to sound too intrestged.

"I'm 16." He said, smiling lightly and fixing his glasses.

I blushed a little.

[AN/ Did u guyz like the story? Lol sorry it took me sooooolong to writ and make sur da spellin was good! I normally talk like dis most the time jus cuz its easir! Anyhow giv me good revows! Thank u! U all ork! xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx]