A/N: Well, inspiration hit like a stick in the back of the head. It hurt.

Disclaimer: Harry Potter = J.K.'s.

Rianne Devant only stared at the letter across from her. She shifted on her small bed and it gave out a protestant squeak under her body movement. She didn't want to open it.

Across in gold letters it read:

centerMiss Rianne Devant

248890 Jillian Boulevard

Kandor, Maine

The room above her mother's/center

The letter just flew in.

Rianne twitched nervously and looked at the dusky sky. Her gray eyes fell on some graffiti not too far away to divert her attention. It couldn't be read, it appeared only as a mix of red and blue. She turned back to the letter. The menacing, evil letter.

The address didn't bother her. The school of Hogwarts. She already attended a school for magical aspirations. It was much, much smaller and insignificant. But she liked it. It was like an ordinary school, and she was top in her class.

That was why this school wanted her.

She would be graduating from Minstrel's Magic School. The school only held thirty six boys and girls. Small schools were strewn all over the world like this.

Rianne heard about Hogwarts. The big school that held that one famous boy.

Harry Potter.

Rianne had a secret. It was better if she stayed in her small school.

Ignoring the bitter argument she had with her conscience, Rianne bit her lip and grabbed the letter off of her nightstand. She was nearly afraid the thing would nip her hand off, but tore it open and read it.

And read it again.

Rudely attacked by uncontrollable boughts of laughter caused a pounding from below signaled her to shut her mouth. She stopped abruptly, shot up, and ran to her door to lock it.

Yeah, they wanted her to attend alright.

But if she did leave, that meant getting out of this house. Away from her abusive father, and her alcoholic mother.

Rianne was surprised they were currently in the same house without eating eachother's heads. Her dad would win, anyway.

They've already chosen in which house she would be in. Gryffindor.

They said to be ready on platform 9 ¾ at King's Cross station.

Are they stupid?

There wasn't a platform 9 ¾

She sighed. It could've just been a joke from one of her friends.

As if on cue, another letter flew in. Same return address, Hogwarts.

"This is not a joke."

Rianne stood there, dumbfounded. Her thoughts were interrupted by a pounding on her door followed by a slurred, yet very loud voice.

"YOU GET OUT HERE YOU STUPID GEL AND UNLOCK THIS DOOR!"

She knew the routine. Rianne grabbed the rope she hid under her bed, tied it to the pipe on her ceiling and threw the rest out the window. This actually kept her in shape.

"OPEN THIS DAMN DOOR, NOW!"

Rianne's feet hit the damp ground of the dark alley and she ran. Her father's voice was now distant, and that small factor made her feel secure.

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"How the hell am I going to get to London, anyway? It's ridiculous." Rianne took a sip of her hot chocolate. Her friend, the only one that actually said she was her friend, Devon pushed her short red hair out of her face.

"Maybe that will be explained later on," She took notice of Rianne's roll of the eyes. "Just go for it. It will get you out of that hellhole you live in now. And maybe one of them could help you with your little... situation."

"Don't you tell a soul."

"That you're leaving?"

"That and that other thing,"

"I won't mention it. Promise. Just go for it, okay?"

"What about Minstrel's?"

"That's like preschool compared to what you can do. You're like valedictorian there. This place is advanced." Devon crossed her legs on the small sofa in her living room. "Sounds like fun."

"Fun isn't exactly what I'm after here, Dev."

Devon looked at her friend. "You're going. I'm going to make you go. If you even make me think you're going to refuse, I'll hex you into oblivion."

Rianne shook her head. "I'll go. Once I figure out how to get there."

"Write me everyday, you whore."

Rianne laughed. She hugged her friend and walked home.

She fell asleep the minute her head touched the pillow.

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"OW!"

Rianne sat up and found a book took a chomp at her leg.

A big book. She kicked it to the ground and tried to fall asleep.

"Fucking book."

Her eyes shot open. She wasn't home.

Her crimson trunk was open and bore her clothes. Two red robes were draped over it. Books, including the snarling and biting one were towered on the floor next to it.

It's like she packed her whole room and left.

She got out of the large bed and looked outside. Her eyes widened.

London.

She half-laughed with panic and disbelief. There were wizards as well as other creatures roaming about the market below her. The scene amused her, until the uncomfortable feeling of eyes was on her back.

"Well, dear I suppose you should go down for breakfast. You're such a skinny little thing." A full length mirror spoke from the opposing side of the small room.

Rianne scratched her arm. "Could you tell me where I am?"

"The Leaky Cauldron, dear. A nice man brought up your things and woman brought those books. You just appeared and made yourself comfortable on that there bed."

"The Leaky Cauldron?"

"Pub and motel, at your service." The mirror gave a small chuckle.

Rianne still looked around disbelievingly. She was grinning, although she hadn't a clue why. "Did I by any chance... bathe?"

"I don't know, dearie, but there is a bathroom to your right."

"What is the date?"

"The second of August." The mirror stated.

Rianne was to be on the train tomorrow morning. She laughed.

Everything was there. It was still a hard pill to swallow. Magic education or not.

Rianne walked downstairs feeling refreshed after a shower. Nothing spoke to her in the bathroom. It was better that way. She sat down at a table near the corner and ordered a glass of milk. Hunger didn't come easy to her.

She reached into her bag and thought she found her whole savings account inside.

Gold and silver, shining through a transparent nylon bag. She blinked several times. She bit her lip, and failed to notice two redheads, twins, sit down at her table, staring innocently.

"Well, hello love." One of them spoke. She looked up.

"Can I help you?"

"No, my brother and I thought you looked quite familiar."

Rianne smiled. "How so?"

They shrugged simultaneously. "A famous model,"

"Or actress."

Rianne looked at them incredulously. "Nope, wrong number."

"You're pretty enough to be one,"

"Thanks?"

"Where are you headed off to?"

"I've just been escorted here from Maine."

"Really?" They spoke simultaneously. It was entertaining to say in the least.

"Yes, I've got a letter from Hogwarts School of Magic."

"You'll be attending Hogwarts?" Their faces lit up. "What house are you in?"

"Uh... Oh,Gryffindor." Rianne ran a had through her long brown hair.

"What a coincidence," They both smiled. They were interrupted by a loud voice.

"Fred! George!" A plump woman came from behind. No doubt it was their mother. "We haven't finished shopping for school supplies and you go on flirting with girls in the pub."

Rianne saw "Fred" and "George" blush, matching their brilliant red hair.

"Sorry, dear." She whisked away her two sons and left Rianne alone with her glass of milk. Rianne smiled.

"This just gets better and better."

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A/N: I know nothing happened in this chapter. My apologies. Just thought I should give you a taste of Rianne and what is bound to happen.

Tell me what you think.