(Author's Note) Hey everyone, this is my first fanfic that I have ever written. I have read so many Harry Potter fic's and coming back day after day after day (Angels Do Have Claws – FireGoddess and Ron Weasley's Fan Fiction – Loralie), I decided that I may as well write one myself, since I will have something to do other than look at everyone else's work. Please R/R if you have any ideas! * Even though I think I have this planned, I will come up with a block some time * Please enjoy!

Disclaimers: Yeah, I don't own Harry Potter or Hogwarts or anything like that but unless by some weird circumstance, someone peeped into my dream of this happening, then I own Autumn and all other non-Harry Potter characters.

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The clanging of dishes downstairs awoke sixteen-year-old autumn into the bright morning sunlight. Stretching, she heard quite a bit of yelling and cursing coming from what seemed to be her father.

"God-damned… stupid…" A loud crash cut off whatever he happened to be saying at that moment. "Bloody hell!"

Autumn pulled herself out of bed and stepped onto the warming hardwood floor of her bedroom. She blinked for a second, not yet quite awake. Another crash in the kitchen startled her so much that she jumped nearly a half a foot in the air. Tentatively walking down the stairs, she saw her father with a spatula in one hand and a beer bottle, mostly full, in the other.

"Dad?"

"Oh, hi hunnie, sorry for the racket, did I wake you?" Her dad said as he continued fry the eggs that were in the pan. They bubbled and crackled a bit as Autumn spoke. She thought that she saw one spark, but shook it off as her still being rather sleepy.

"Yes and no, but that's alright. It's about time that I got up anyway. What was with your cursing and going on?" She took a fork and pulled off a part of one of the half-cooked eggs.

"Damn pony, he got out again. I chased him over the hills for a good half-hour. Caught him though, the bloody git. Lost my boot, even so. Figured that you have better eyesight than me, you may as well take him out and look for it after we have something to eat and you get yourself ready." Just then, the stove timer dinged and Autumn looked at the eggs to see if they were actually done. They were, and so was the bacon. 'Wait,' she thought to herself, 'was there bacon there before?' She shook her head, dismissing it as just being un-observant.

During breakfast, Autumn pulled out a book from underneath her chair, an old one of her mothers about wizards and wizardry, which she found rather intriguing. She began reading as she always did, while she ate. A few moments later, she noticed that her father had stopped eating. She looked up, with an inquisitive glance. Her father chuckled, running his hand through a lock of his scruffy-long brown hair.

"Just like your mother, you are. Always have your nose in a book!" Autumn gave her father a quick smile and went back to reading and eating. She found it kind of hard to concentrate on reading now, though. She was a lot like her mother. They had the same natural blonde streaks in their fall-like auburn hair and they were both tall and slim. Although, the only thing that differed through the family was their eyes. Everyone had baby blue eyes, except for Autumn, whose eyes were deep green with flecks of honey gold. Her mother had always thought of Autumn and her difference as just 'original', and her mother, being original herself with a flirty personality, was right. Yet, she was not around anymore to flaunt it, she had drowned five years back, when Autumn was eleven.

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Back up in her room, Autumn tripped over her alto saxophone case about four times looking for her riding boots. Soon, she found them, almost magically, behind her saxophone case, pulled them on and ran out of her room to the stable whilst pulling her layered hair up into a messy ponytail.

She found her pony, Snitch, all ready to go, with his saddle and bridle. She figured that her father must have already been down to get the pony ready for her. Leading him out onto the lush green lawn and into the heating English September sun, she mounted and rode off in the direction of the hills at a brisk trot, rising in time with the pony's gait. After reaching the top of the first hill, she could see in the long grass where her father and the pony had been playing 'catch-me-if-you-can' by the way that the grass was moved, marking a trail almost. She gathered up her reins and tapped the pony's hindquarters with her riding crop, moving him into a swift canter, following the grass trail.

"Whoa." She said softly to the pony a few moments later. The pony huffed as she pulled him to a stop, in front of her fathers old work boot in the dewy grass below. Autumn jumped off and Snitch stuck his nose into the boot just as she picked it up by the black rubber sole. Just then, Autumn felt a jolt, and a pulling from somewhere behind her navel. She felt like her hand was stuck to the boot with some type of magnetic pull. All around her was a green light. Suddenly, her feet slammed into the soft ground and beside her, Snitch's hooves landed. She grabbed hold of his reins before he could run and looked around her. She couldn't believe what she saw.

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Hey, thanks for reading, please R/R! The next chapters should be up fairly quickly, so come back soon!