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Prologue~ Cherise Levon

"You're sending me to what?!"

My mom and dad glanced at each other nervously. "Now sweetie, hold on, you're being irrational-"

"I'm being irrational!? You guys are sending me away to a different country to a different school in a place I'm not familiar with and wanting to stuff me with some aunt I barely know and expect me to be fine with it?! Oh and not to mention, you have already signed me up, done all the paperwork, and paid the fee for something I don't want!" I ran my hand through my dark chocolate brown hair, wincing slightly as I accidentally pull a knot. My parents are sending me away to a charter school all the way in England for the whole year and most likely, because they're them, going to send me there until I finish college. Which is in seven years. Big whoop.

"Honey…" My mom coats her voice in at least 10 layers of sugar and touches my shoulder hesitantly.

"What?!" I spit with more venom that I mean to. She pulls back, looking hurt. "Honey, please. Just try it out for one year. Your father and I really don't want to send you away, honestly, but I promise you, this is for your own good. And I know you don't want to leave, it's just... Just try it out for one year, okay baby? And when you come back, we'll talk about whether you want to keep going or not."

"Psh. Like I'd ever want to. Heck! I probably wouldn't even fit in! You realize, dear mother, that I'm American; I live in New York in an apartment, and I go to a public school only about a mile away. Also, that I live at home, not at school, and that I've never been to England? How many student over at that stupid school can say that? I don't want to go! I don't want to stay. I won't fit in. No one's going to like me!" I'm pacing the floor, gesturing frantically around me and trying to get my point across. I just realize how loud my volume was and how quiet everyone else got.

"Cherise… Please-" My dad tries to reach out and touch my shoulder, but my mom holds him back. "Cherise… I know this sounds like we're kicking you out and we really aren't, but we can't afford much with three people living here. Your Aunt Luna has offered to house you in England to take some financial load off our shoulders. We both know you desperately want to stay here, but we can't afford that. Can you please help your family and live with your Aunt, just for a year?"

I sigh, overly exasperated. "Okay, fine. Just for you guys." My mom lets go of my dad's arm and pulls me into a hug.

"Thank you honey for understanding, your plane leaves next Friday at 3:00 in the morning for Manchester and your Auntie Luna will pick you up at the airport." She smiles and I bite my lip to keep from splurting our a rainbow of, ahem, colorful words.

"Yeah… Just for you guys…"

ooooo

Packing my clothes, I growled and muttered under my breath. Then the door opened so suddenly, I swiveled around, my hair whipping my face and adding to my annoyance.

"What do you wan-" I stopped. It was my best friend, looking at me, nervous.

"Uh… Hi. I heard you're leaving." His glasses stood crookedly on his nose and his dark hair was pushed up in the front from his hand running through it.

"Yeah. What of it?" I fought the urge to straighten his glasses and fix his hair.

He stepped in my room, closing the door behind him and resting his head against it. Tilting his head back, I heard him sigh and his eyes closed as he said, "You didn't tell me."

I huffed and leaned against the door with him, my arms crossed. "How was I supposed to tell you something I didn't know?" I felt the door move slightly as he straightened up and looked at me.

"You mean they didn't tell you until-"

"Until today." I interrupted. He didn't say anything, but I heard him suck in a breath. I closed my eyes. "Yeah. They just told me today." He laughed, but I could tell it was forced.

"Wow. And, knowing you, Cherise, you put up a fight." I laughed, but didn't smile.

"You know I did." The door slightly shifted as he wrapped his arms around me. I felt his hot breath up against my ear as he whispered, "But this time, you didn't win… did you?" I felt the tears prick at the corners of my eyes when I opened them.

"You know I didn't."

We said nothing for a long while, listening to each other's breaths and I buried my head in his chest. Only he had seen me like this; broken, crying, not the Cherise Levon who was sassy, confident, and never cried, the one everybody else saw. Finally, I looked up from his chest and he pressed a gentle kiss on top of my head. "You okay now?" I shrugged wordlessly and he pulled me me closer, stroking my hair. Resting my ear against his chest, I could hear his comforting heartbeat. Ba-bump. Ba-bump. Ba-bump.

After many minutes had passed, I looked up at him.

"I don't want to leave."

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Scorpius Malfoy

"Hey, wake up sleepy head!" My best friend, and my bunkmate, Albus Potter poked me in the face with a stick. Wait. No, his wand. Not that I could see, of course. I was still half asleep.

Rolling over in my bed, I pulled the blanket over my head. "Mfmp. No. I'm sleeping."

I heard Albus laugh. "Too bad, sleeping ugly. Don't make me get Rose…"

I was up and dressed in a flash. "Don't you dare," I hissed. "You know how cruel she gets… " Shivering, I remembered a couple days ago when she climbed on top of me and poured an ice-cold, 5 gallon bucket of water on me without any trace of hesitation. Ever since then, whenever I'm not cooperating, Albus threatens me with a visit from Rose.

I've learned to cooperate.

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Walking down the hallways of Hogwarts, laughing with Al and Rose, makes today seems like a regular day, at a regular school. But, Hogwarts isn't your regular charter school, it teaches different life styles. Instead of becoming, say, a teacher or a lawyer, this school enriches youth to become witches, wizards, enchantresses, and sorcerers. It's… unique. And I can't help but wonder how a regular, public school is different from this.

"Hey Scorp', whatcha thinkin' about?" Rose swings my arm and I wince inwardly at her nickname for me. It sounds… unprofessional.

"Nothing irregular." I stop it at that.

Entering my first class, potions, and I've hardly sat down when Professor 'What's-his-face' looks up from a parchment he was reading off of. (I suppose it's bad not to make it a point to learn my teacher's names, but their names are not really my concern) He scans the room and stares piercingly at Rose and I.

"Mister Malfoy, Miss Weasley, Headmaster McGonagall would like to see you in her office right away." The whole class becomes silent, apart from a few whispers, when I stand and lift my books. "About what, sir?"

He lowers his glasses and raises an eyebrow. "It's not my place to question my orders, and it's not yours either. Get going!" "Yes sir."

We hurry down the walkway towards the Headmaster's office. Rose skips to keep up with my long strides. "What do you suppose she's going to talk about?"

I shrug. "Maybe about respecting others and not pouring water on them when they're sleeping."

She crosses her arms and pouts. "Oh shut it. I certainly didn't tell anyone about it," I allow myself to smile, something I hardly ever do.

"I never said I didn't." She slapped my arm and I chuckled, another something I don't usually allow myself to do either.

We stopped outside the door and I took a deep breath before knocking.

And then a voice, deep and mysterious replied, "Come in."

We walk in and Headmaster McGonagall turns, nodding at both of us. She wastes no time in getting straight to the point. "We are getting a transfer student from America and she will be staying with us for the rest of the year-"

"America?" Rose squeaked, placing her hands on the top of the desk and standing on the tip of her toes.

Headmaster squinted at her before continuing.

"Yes, America, she is a muggle, but also comes from a line of very powerful wizards. And as I was saying before, she will be staying for us the rest of the year. She is around your age and I thought, who better to show her around then our head students?" Rose and I glanced at each other. "So, in conclusion, when she comes next Tuesday, you two will act as her guides and get her comfortable around here. No ifs, ands, or buts. Dismissed."

After being shoved out the door, Rose scrunched her eyebrows together. "Wow. Next week, huh? We'd better get ready." Wow indeed.

Well, there's the prologue.

Again, I do not own any of J. K. Rowling's characters.

~ BlueSilkOcean2020