A/N: The Harry Potter stuff is not mine, and neither is the Mayfair stuff. The HP comes from the brillant J.K. Rowling and the Mayfair comes from Ann Rice's book the Witching Hour. Enjoy my attempt at good fanfiction. Please review it for me!
P.S.: A double line means the beginning or end of the story, and a single line means a new "scene."



It was a beautiful summer day in Louisana. The sun was brillantly shining, and the sky was a shade of saphire. The leaves flew gently in the breeze, engulfing the Mayfair house with serentity. The door to the house slowly opened, and a head peeked out from it.
"Is he there?" she whispered, "I hope not. I want him to leave me alone."
The sound of silence reassured her that her fear was not there. She crept out of the door and walked along her patio, glancing at the spot where her Grandmother had sat for most of her life. The spirit of her Grandmother seemed to still be there. Charlotte felt angry. It was he, her Lasher, that had killed her. Or at least she thought. She blamed everything on her Lasher.
"Charlotte, come out!!" Devin called.
"I'm coming," she said.
Charlotte Mayfair steped on to the grass, feeling the coolness surronding her feet and toes. She ran across it, sliding into a graceful stance in front of Devin.
"What took you so long?" he asked.
"My aunts were talking to me. They're sending me to a school in Europe, Hogwarts I think."
Charlotte sighed. She didn't want to go. After all, what if HE followed her. Her aunts assured her that she would not be bothered. Still, she couldn't help wondering if anyone would ask about it.
"Hogwarts! That's where the famous Harry Potter goes, isn't it?" Devin said snickering, "I heard that he's cute!"
"Devin, I have better things in mind than Boys! That school is supposed to be one of the best!" Charlotte excalimed.
"Okay, okay. Just calm down. I was kidding! Isn't Lasher a good school though?"
Charlotte impatienly replied, "I don't know. I never went there, remember? My aunts think it's all hogwash though."
Devin said, "Hogwash! Remember who you're talking to missy. I just happen to be one of the Top Boys at Lasher! That school da bomb!"
Charlotte laughed at Devin's choice of words. She was always partial to using "formal" words, than slang. She looked up to say something and her heart sunk.
"Charlotte Mayfair, come in here this instant! What did I tell you about playing with your nice dresses on. What if it rips?" the voice shouted.
"Sorry, Aunt Joan. But I wasn't playing, I was talking! I am 15, I don't play anymore!" Charlotte shouted back, "Bye Devin, I'll see you next year!"
"Next year! You aren't leaving now, are you?" Devin said dissapointingly.
"Devin, I'm leaving tomorrow. School might not start there for a week, but I have to get everything ready. We have to go to some Diagon Ally to get my supplies."
Charlotte said goodbye to Devin. She looked longingly at the gate. She could just run away, but her Lasher might get angry. And she knows what happens when her Lasher get angry...


Harry Potter woke up, his head pounding. He looked around, and remembered where he was. Harry then looked up, seeing Hermione stare up at him.
"Are you okay?" Hermione asked.
Harry jumped, "You stupid git! Don't do that to me!"
"Well, you were screaming. I thought I should wake you up." She replied innocently.
"What are you doing here? I thought school doesn't start for about a week? I wanted get my precious sleep in."
Hermione let out an impatient sigh. He never changes, even over the summer. Usually, Harry would have jumped at the opportunity to leave early. But he didn't live with the Dursleys now. He seemed to be acutally looking forward to summer this year. She's been calling him once a week, on Monday morning, just to talk. And everytime (with the exception of one, his birthday) Sirius had said, "Oh! Sorry Hermione. Harry's sleeping. I really don't want to wake him up."
"Harry, school starts in 5 days. I owled you saying I was coming, remember?"
Harry felt very stupid, "Really? I guess I forgot. Well, at least let me get dressed."
Hermione sat herself down on the foot of his bed.
"Hey, could I have some privacy?" Harry asked sheepishly.
He stared at her, growing impaitent.
"Oh! Sorry Harry. I forgot." Hermione said turning around.
"So, did you do your homework?" Hermione asked.
Harry replied, "Most of it. I have to finish my report on the Polyjuice Potion. Remeber how long it takes to make?"
"Harry! We weren't supposed to MAKE it! We were supposed to go find examples of when Polyjuice Potions go wrong."
Harry grinned, "I know that! I thought it might be useful this year. You know, if anyone starts getting weird."
"You are impossible Harry Potter!" Hermione shouted as she threw a pillow at his head.


Charlotte looked out at the Leaky Cauldron. It was so much different than the market in New Orleans. She wondered where Diagon Ally was. All Charlotte could see was a ugly, tiny looking pub with some odd looking people in it. Behind her, she heard someones voice.
"Harry, do you remember what brick we tap to get into Diagon Ally? I forgot," said a girl.
"Hermione, how am I supposed to count on you? I thought you knew. By the way, don't talk so loud. We're not in there yet." a boy replied.
Charlotte turned around and looked at the pair. The girl had curly hair that was frizzing out. The boy had messy black hair with green eyes that sparkled like glass. "They seem to know about Diagon Ally," Charlotte thought.
She opened her mouth to ask them about it, but a red haired boy came up behind them and gave the two a big "Hello!"
"Ron, where have you been? We've been waiting for you for 30 minutes," the boy name Harry asked."
Ron answered, "We got caught in Muggle Traffic. We still don't have a car. Our Ford is probably still running wildly in the Forbidden Forest"
Hermione rolled her eyes. They could never take anything seriously.
"Do you guys relize that because of your little expedition second year, the Weasleys still don't have a car?" Hermione asked.
Ron's face fell, "Hermione, do you take everything seriously?"
Hermione stiffled a grin, looked sheepish. Charlotte saw this as a fine oppurtunity to ask them about Diagon Ally.
"Excuse me," she asked softly, "How do you get to Diagon Ally?