Hey everyone. Well, I know you guys have probably read my other story Hell Hath Only Love but now, I'm posting this new story online. I hope you guys like it as much as the other one. Well, anyways, read away everyone and review at the end:)

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Chapter 1

A new home

Every year, it was the same thing. Changing schools, having to explain my "sudden departures from the country", it was all just… oh, what's the right word I'm looking for…? Repulsive. Yeah, that's it. Repulsive. At the end of each year, my foster parents thought it was too dangerous for me to stay in the same school for more than one year. So, the only solution to that problem was to move. From Repucto School of Magic to Confinda's school for the gifted, and from Guardinia's magical educational institute to my new school, Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry. Great… Just one more school that can reject me.

Every school that I go to, they reject me because I'm… different. Exceptional, unique… You can use whatever word you want, it still won't change anything. I don't have any friends; people won't come and talk to me. Face it, I'll probably wind up alone again this year. And it's only because my biological parents were killed when I had turned five. Death Eaters were roaming the streets and they just had to kill my parents. It couldn't have happened to anyone else but me! I accepted a long time ago that I was just a danger magnet, but at that age, I didn't think that it could be that bad. Everyone rejected me because I had a special mark on the back of my neck.

Apparently, that special mark was going to save my life one day. It hasn't happened yet so, it only makes me wonder if it wasn't just a weirdly shaped birthmark. When my parents died, I was forced to go to an orphanage. No one wanted me until the age of nine. I was four years in that rotten place. A non-magical, or as the magical world would call them, a Muggle couple took me in when I had just turned nine and I've been living with them for seven years now. I didn't mind the Crowty family but… they didn't get me. I was a witch and they weren't. Only one thing still bugged me to this day… How did they know I was a witch? I tried to ask them, but all they would say is 'Maybe when you're older' or 'let's talk about it later'. I got sick of that!

The only unfortunate thing about my past is that I couldn't remember my parents at all. All I had was an amulet with their picture cut into it. They were absolutely adorable in the picture. I had my mother's dark brown eyes and her long flowing light brown hair. But all of my other features came from my father. The facial features, the height, the whole shebang! I wanted to know everything about them…

Even today, as I stood in front of the Platform nine and three quarters, I stared at the beautiful train, thinking about my past. At different moments, I would think about the future as well. What would others think of me when I arrived there? Would I fit in? Would my teachers like me or despise me? I would find out eventually. I handed my luggage to the attendant and marched inside the train confidently, or so it seemed. Sure, my attitude seemed confident but my insides were screaming in terror.

I sat in an empty booth and placed my fierce and mighty cat beside me. "Jamie, why won't you let out of here?" My stubborn cat asked in his adorable voice.

"I still don't get why you can talk. But you know the rules Malco, pets are supposed to stay in their cages until we get to Hogwarts. When we get there, you can go chase all the rats you want." I told him. I wanted so badly to pet his white with black stripes fur but I had to let him in his cage. This cat reminded me of a white tiger at times. Usually, he's cute and gentle but when he's stuck inside for too long, he's ferocious. "Now, if anyone comes in here, act like a cat. And don't talk." I warned.

"Fine… I'll be nice." He caved. I always win when it comes to Malco and his behaviour. Malco was the only good thing about my past. My real parents gave him to me for my fifth birthday and ever since, I've had him as a pet. But his name… His name sounded malicious, like it was sent from a dark wizard or something. But he keeps saying that my parents bought him in a store. So, I guess it can't be that bad.

"Good boy." I said as I placed my finger between the bars to his cage and scratched his chin. He always liked that.

"I'm not a dog, Jaime." I removed my finger from the cage and he looked at me in shock. "Why'd you stop? I liked it."

"Alright, alright." I went back to scratching him and he purred in delight. The only time he would purr was when I scratched him under the chin, when he sat on my head or when he slept beside me on the bed.

Suddenly, I saw people approaching outside the booth and I looked at Malco. "Act like a cat. I'll give you a treat when we get to school." I whispered. He laid his head on his paws and closed his eyes to take a nap. He usually did that when he didn't want to act.

The door to the booth opened to reveal a young woman with waist-length dirty blonde hair, silvery grey eyes that distracted me from the rest of her appearance. I looked away from her eyes to find her jewellery quite… different. She wore a blue tank top with a pink jacket and what looked to be an Irish kilt. "Hello there, would it be possible for me to sit here?" Her voice sounded dreamy and it sounded like she was a little eccentric. Although, I can't judge a book by its cover.

"Um… sure." I hesitated on that. If she was like the others, then she would just up and leave. She sat down on the seat in front of me and started looking in her bag for something. She picked up a magazine and held it in front of me. "Quibbler?" She asked in her strange voice. It was soft but weird in some way.

I took the magazine and looked through it. "What's The Quibbler? I've never heard of this one before." I commented.

"My father publishes this tabloid. It used to be filled with theories and stories, but now my father publishes stories about the events unfolding in the magical world." She explained.

"Interesting…"

"I'm Luna Lovegood, by the way. What's your name? I've never seen you around Hogwarts." Luna said intrigued.

"Actually, I'm Jameson Karsson, but everyone calls me Jamie. I'm new here." I explained. I looked out the window and only found green land. We were on our way to Hogwarts.

"That's very interesting. Where did you attend before coming here?" She seemed really interested in my past. Maybe she was different than the others…

"Oh, I moved around a lot so, every year I was forced to go to a different school. Have you always gone to Hogwarts?" I asked. I might as well know a little about her.

"Yes, Hogwarts is my home away from home. My house is Ravenclaw. What house do you think you'll be placed in?"

"Bloody hell… I—I didn't know there were houses." I admitted.

"Didn't your other schools have lovely houses?" She asked.

"Not exactly. We had something different. The guys were on one side of the school and the girls on the other." Those were the rules to all of my other schools. Even though it was a co-ed school, it sure didn't feel like it.

"Well, you'll see that it's different at Hogwarts." Luna said happily. Suddenly, a woman with curly and bushy brown hair and brown eyes came in the train compartment.

"Luna, I've been looking for you everywhere! Neville's looking for… Oh, I'm sorry. And you are?" The girl asked.

"Jamie Karsson."

"Nice to meet you. I'm Hermione Granger. I see you already met Luna." Hermione answered. Her voice seemed bossy but her attitude was gentle and caring. "So Luna, Neville is in the cart next to this one, if you want to go see him."

"I'll see you later, Jamie." Luna said as she left the compartment. Of course… She left. But Hermione took her place on the seat. How shocking.

"You must be new around here." She noticed.

"How could you tell?" I asked sarcastically. She chuckled softly, more to herself than anyone else.

"I see you have a sense of humour." Her British accent was cute. Where I lived, you didn't hear many people with British accent these days.

"Is that bad?"

"Not at all. It shows character. I suppose Luna already told you about the school." Hermione said.

"Well, all she told me was about the houses. What are the kinds of houses anyways?"

"Weren't you informed before coming here?" She seemed shocked. I wondered if there was anything else in that letter I was sent by the mail. I should check every part of a letter before throwing it out when I'm done…

"Not really. They told me about the uniform and my accessories I needed for school but nothing about the houses." It was true. I didn't think that there was anything related to different houses, whatever that meant.

"Well, there are four houses. There's Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, and Slytherin. Each one of those houses symbolizes a different trait, that's how they decide where the students get placed. I was placed in Gryffindor. Which house do you think you'll be placed in?" She informed me. Well, this was interesting.

"Well, any house will do. So, when do we arrive?"

"The train should stop very soon. I suggest you get your things together." She said as she stood up and went towards the door.

"Um… thanks for the info." I wanted to at least say something before she would leave.

"It's alright. I'll see you around school. I hope you get into Gryffindor. Let's wait and see what the hat says." She mentioned before leaving the compartment. What did she mean when she said 'Let's wait and see what the hat says'? What hat? I saw her come back and opened the door before saying: "By the way, I like your pet. It looks adorable."

"Well, they seem nice." Malco said.

"Oh, they'll do like everyone else…" I replied sadly.

"Give them a chance Jamie. Maybe they're different. They seemed to like you. And that girl Hermione seemed to like me the most." He said happily. I guess he was enjoying the moment. But it would end shortly like the other experiences.

"Wait until they get to know me." I said before the train came to a stop. I grabbed the cage and headed for the exit of the train cart. People pushed me out of the way rudely and eventually, made me fall to the ground, causing scrapes on my palms and elbows. I dropped Malco and the cage opened. He seemed afraid of his surroundings and ran towards me. He fled under my chest and started shaking. He was really afraid. With his size, he could probably be squashed in an instant. I waited on the floor until all the students were out of the train cart.

When all the students left, I looked at Malco. He seemed to have relaxed when the students were out of the train. "Are you alright?" I asked him.

"Nothing damaged. What about you?" His voice sounded shaky.

"A few scrapes here and there but nothing serious. Now, let's get out of this train. It's getting on my nerves." I said as I picked him up and picked up the battered cage. Man, this cost me a lot of Muggle money… I won't be getting this back.

As I exited the train, a very tail and large man watched me curiously.

"Hey ya, what are ya doing?! You're supposed to be getting your luggage in front! Now, get going." He told me as he pointed towards a very large gate. I marched slowly towards the gate and the tall man left the other way, probably looking if there were any more students on the train like me.

As I approached the gate, a carriage was waiting for me with my entire luggage waiting for me to embark. The carriage was pulled by a skeletal horse with reptilian features. It seemed quite large but that must have been for its wings. It turned its head to look at me and it made me take a step backwards. It frightened me. What was it anyways? I had never seen anything like it before.

I mounted the carriage and the creature started walking up the path. It was a nice ride up the path and I tried to calm Malco down but it was a challenge. Even scratching under his chin wasn't working.

"That was terrifying…" He said; his voice still shaky.

"Don't worry Malco, that won't happen anymore. I won't let that happen again." I cuddled him to my chest.

"I hope it doesn't happen again." He said but the carriage was slowing down. I looked around and saw a large castle with many lights illuminating the beautiful scenery. This was amazing. This must be Hogwarts. I was in a new home now. We would just have to see how this year would go.

As I entered the school with my entire luggage, a tall, black-haired woman wearing an emerald green robe stood at the top of the staircase. "Young lady, you're late! Everyone has been waiting for your arrival."

"Sorry… Um..." This woman didn't seem like the type of woman you should cross paths with. Her stern face explained it all. I came up the stairs at a fast pace, Malco still in my arms. She didn't seem to like Malco.

"Professor McGonagall and I suggest you put your animal in a cage before you enter the Great Hall."

"Um… that idea's kinda down the drain." I said as I showed her my battered cage. She rolled her eyes and took her wand out of her sleeve. She swung her wand at the cage and in seconds, the bumps and scratches were gone and my cage was as good as new. "Oh." was all I could say.

"Now, shall we enter?" She asked as we approached the two large doors behind her. She opened the door and stared in amazement at the room in front of me. Four long tables were lined horizontally on beside the other, leaving room between the second and third table to approach the main table at the front, lined vertically. That must be the professor's table.

In front of the main table was a group of younger students. Those must be first year students. I was going into my fifth year of school so; I stood out from the rest of them. I walked towards the younger students and the hat on the chair in front of the podium started talking. It made me jump. It started singing a strange song I had never heard before. I guess it was its introduction for the newer students. It went like this:

Oh you may not think me pretty,
But don't judge on what you see,
I'll eat myself if you can find
A smarter hat than me.
You can keep your bowlers black,
Your top hats sleek and tall,
For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat
And I can cap them all.
There's nothing hidden in your head
The Sorting Hat can't see,
So try me on and I will tell you
Where you ought to be.


You might belong in Gryffindor,
Where dwell the brave at heart,
Their daring, nerve, and chivalry
Set Gryffindors apart;
You might belong in Hufflepuff,
Where they are just and loyal,
Those patient Hufflepuffs are true
And unafraid of toil;
Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw,
if you've a ready mind,
Where those of wit and learning,
Will always find their kind;
Or perhaps in Slytherin
You'll make your real friends,
Those cunning folks use any means
To achieve their ends.


So put me on! Don't be afraid!
And don't get in a flap!
You're in safe hands
For I'm a Thinking Cap!

Afterwards, Professor McGonagall stood in front of a podium. Her stern eyes looked at the students sitting at the tables and started speaking.

"Now, as I call out your name, you will sit down on this chair and the Sorting Hat will place you into your houses." She called out a few names and the younger students that were named were sorted into different houses. Some were placed into Hufflepuff, a few in Gryffindor, and many were placed into Slytherin. "Jameson Karsson." Professor McGonagall called and my stomach tightened. I usually didn't get nervous but now, the level of nervousness, on a scale of one to ten, was an eleven.

What if I was placed into the wrong house? If that happened, everyone would treat me the same as always. Reject me without even knowing me. As I approached the chair, Professor McGonagall lifted the Sorting Hat and I sat down. She started to lower the hat onto my head but it never touched my head, only my hair, before it screamed: "GRYFFINDOR!" This caught me by surprise. The song said that Gryffindor was for the brave at heart, and that you needed chivalry, daring and nerve. Did I have any of those things? I stood and walked over to the Gryffindor table. I recognized Hermione from the table and smiled at me. I figured I might as well smile back.

She slid to the left to give me some room to sit and I was welcomed into the group. "Welcome to Gryffindor." A carrot-top older boy said from across the table. This might go well…

Dinner was amazing. I hadn't had anything this good in a very long time. After the Headmaster—which I learned from Hermione that he was called Professor Dumbledore—finished speaking, the food appeared in the blink of an eye. I ate in silence. No one dared to speak to me, not after the Sorting Hat placed me in Gryffindor. Was I making that bad of a first impression on people? Although Hermione introduced me to a man with jet black hair, bright green eyes and a bolt shaped scar on his forehead named Harry Potter and to a man with fiery red hair, blue eyes and a freckled face named Ronald—Ron—Weasley, the supper was quiet.

Once finished, I stood up and left the Great Hall. I didn't bother to talk to anyone; they would probably never notice that I skipped out on all of their lovely dinner conversation. As I went up to the seventh floor, I approached the Gryffindor Common Room. A painting stood before the doorway.

"Password." The fat-lady in the painting asked.

"Bloody hell… I never got the password. Um…"

"Check your robe pocket." How in the world did this painting know about my pockets? And what did she mean by that? I looked inside the pocket of my robe to find a piece of paper… This day was officially freaking me out.

"How did you…?"

"You're new. Everyone has their passwords placed into their new robes." The painting explained.

"Wow… why wasn't I informed of this?" I asked, more to myself than to this overgrown painting. I opened the piece of parchment and it read Sintect Tatrov. Okay… this was a weird password. "This is quite… medieval but alright. Sintect Tatrov!" I said confidently.

The door swung open to reveal a small stone hallway. I walked through the doorway and found a cozy, red and gold painted, Common Room. It was the most wonderful place I had ever seen in my life. I twirled the room in delight. The fireplace warmed the room and the red couches made the room feel comfortable. There was a chess board at the far end of the room, close to the staircase, which I assumed led to the dorms. It was a good thing that it was co-ed since it felt like a normal magical school, but I was happy we had different dorms.

I went up the staircase and found myself in the Girls' Dormitory momentarily. The dormitory was as cosy as the Common Room. There was a fireplace in the middle of the room with red coloured beds circled all around. At the far side of the room was my luggage. I guess that was my bed. It was right beside the window. Perfect… As I approached my bed, Malco jumped on the bed and greeted me with a smile.

"How was supper?" He asked cheerfully.

"Dull. How did you know that I'd end up here?"

"That old hag dragged me here. I just waited."

"Don't call her that! She might be one of my teachers!" I warned him. "And besides, she knew something I didn't…"

"You might want to get your things settled. Tomorrow's your first day of school."

"Yeah, that should be…" I was cut short as I heard footsteps approach the door. "Lay low. Someone's coming." He copied his movements from the train and decided to lie on my bed. The door opened to reveal a curious Hermione.

"What are you doing here?" She asked as she approached me.

"Oh, just decided to check out the Common Room…" I lied.

"Do you like it?"

"It's cosy. Aren't you supposed to be at dinner?" I asked as I sat on the ground next to the window and nightstand.

"I noticed you left after you ate. Why'd you leave so early? Desert wasn't even served." She asked as she sat in front of me on the ground.

"I wasn't that hungry." Why did I keep lying to her? If she came to meet me, it probably meant she liked me. "Your friends don't like me, do they?"

"They need time to get to know you." She said with a smile. "They'll come around." Yeah right, I thought to myself.

"I'll take your word for it." I said as some of the girls started to fill in the dormitory. They seemed to be of all ages and they were getting ready for bed. Was it that late already?

"Well, I suppose we best be off to bed." She said as she got up and got her suitcases on the bed in front of me.

"Is that your bed?" I asked dully.

"And I imagine that's yours." She said playfully. "But yes, this is my bed. I suppose you should get ready. We have a big day tomorrow." She said and that was the end of our conversation. I obeyed and went straight to bed, even though I didn't sleep well that night. Nightmares had gotten the better of me these past few days and I awoke suddenly, sweat covering my forehead. But one good thing came out of all of this… I would start my first day of lessons today. What a joy.

Well, here we go, my first chapter in the Harry Potter department. What did you guys think? I hope you liked it. Anyways, read my other chapters in Hell Hath Only Love and review for this chapter please:)

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