I have attempted writing a story, I dont know, fifty times? I hope this one sticks. I don't know what you will think of Kalama, but don't judge what kind of person she is, until the tenth chapter. Let's hope I get that far. Right now I think I will post once I have two back-up chapter's.

Disclaimer: Of course I don't own Harry Potter, this is a FAN fiction. If I owned Harry Potter I would make sure that a dragon ate Voldemort.

This is written purely for my amusement.

"You don't have to do this Padfoot, things might turn out okay," Prongs put his hand on his friends shoulder. Sirius shook his head.
"But if they don't? No, she will be safer this way," His eyes glistened with tears, staring down at the baby. She had his eyes and curly dark brown, almost black hair.
He handed the bundle to his ex partner, who embraced her daughter.
"Will see you again?" she asked him. Sirius looked down at the ground.
"I hope so," he said, then walked away, a pained expression on his face.

Claudia stared at the toddler, who was giggling, watching a television show.
"One, two, three!" she counted with the television. Her hair changed from pink to red, then slowly to blue. Her eyes always stayed the same colour, dark grey like heavy rain clouds in the sky.
The toddler spooned some Spaghetti O's into her mouth, sauce on her cheeks and chin. A stab of pain hit Claudia.
If only he was here to see her, she though sadly to herself. He would be so proud, a metamorphmagus, just like his cousins daughter. The child's hair grew short and silver, and she bounced around the room.
"Mum! Mum! I can count to twenty! One, two, three, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, umm…. Twelve? Thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, sevteen, eighteen, nineteen twenty!" the child said proudly.
"Darling, it is seventeen, not sevteen," the mother corrected the three year old, picking her off the ground. She child giggled and grabbed her mothers nose.
"Nose," she said, in a nasally voice, humoring the child, who giggled, her hair now long trailing behind her, dark red like fire. The child grabbed the mother's ear.
"Ear," she said, in a robotic voice.

The toddler pointed to her nose, crying out the name of her body part. She continued to do this, poked the features on Claudia's face twice. My little girl is getting bigger now; Claudia felt another pang of loneliness. Soon she will be at Hogwarts, she thought. So would Harry, poor boy, I can't believe James and Lily are gone. Such nice people. I can't believe Albus wouldn't let me take the child, she looked at the ceiling and blinked back her tears. Don't be like that, you can hardly afford to raise Kalama as it is. You want to ruin more lives too? Selfish. It was harder to blink down the tears now. The child jumped out of her arms and ran around the room.
"Red, Green, Purple, Blue!" Kalama cried, her hair changing colour as she shouted the names of the colours that appeared on the television. Claudia shook her head, sat up and walked over to the television, turning it off. The child immediately began to wail,
"But mummy I want to watch-"
"No, that is enough television for one day. Read a book if you are bored," she said, sternly to her child. Her child's hair turned long, curly and black, and her grin disappeared. She looked just like Sirius. She had his eyes, hair, nose and even smile. Kala had the same mischievous grin that Sirius had. The only thing she inherited from her mother was her persistence, tiny ears and passion for learning.
"Okay!" the child said, once again happy. She grabbed a book and began reading about all the different shapes.
"Pentagon! Hexagon! Circle! Square! Heptagon," she continued to rant on about the shapes. "A green triangle. In every book, the triangles are green. Why? It doesn't make sense! Why not have a brown or purple triangle?" she said, content knowing that she wouldn't get a real answer and that her mother wasn't paying attention. She grabbed another book, throwing the other one on the floor.

"The cat sat on the mat. The cat was fat. The cat was lazy, the cat ate daisies," she continued to talk about the cat in the book. Claudia rolled her eyes and grabbed the empty bowl of Spaghetti O's, and washed away the sauce, ignoring how her hands burned under the white hot water.

It was a very cold day, the fire crackled and it was almost snowing outside. The mother sighed and went over the nearly empty fridge and looked at what she could use to make herself meal. Butter, celery, lettuce, a quarter of a cucumber, old milk and tomato sauce was the only contents inside the small fridge. She reached for the vegetables, deciding that she could have that and some noodles.

Claudia's paycheck was late, again, and the bills were high. She decided against using the gas stove, and simply cut up the vegetables, deciding to eat them plain with salt. Day care was expensive, but her daughter had to go to it so she could go to work. Working thirteen hours a day was tiring, she hated her job, and they were thinking of firing her. The small apartment had mold in the bathroom, a broken oven and most of the light globes needed replacing.

Her daughter's clothes were all second hand, as well as own. The bags under the mother's eyes seemed permanent, and her pale-grey skin made her look sick. She picked up a piece of cucumber and slowly bit into it, trying her best to not chew with her top left incisor tooth, which had been aching for weeks now.

She was only eighteen years old when she had Kalama, Sirius was twenty, irresponsible but ready to be a father. He should have known better! She fought back tears. It was once, that is all it took. They broke up eight months into their relationship, but once Claudia found out she was pregnant, they had got back together. They were in the middle of war, times were tough, but their love grew strong. He betrayed all of his friends, she reminded herself. She tried not to glare at her child, a constant reminder of her lover. A burden in her life.

Claudia's mother was a squib; she had moved out from her family who abandoned her. Kala's grandmother fell in love with a muggle, and then they had Claudia, a bundle of joy in their life. But Claudia's parents had passed away, leaving all of their possessions to Claudia, a struggling, jobless single parent of a one-year-old baby. She lived off their old money and house, but eventually she had to sell the old thing, very cheap too. Her daughter had to have operation at a very young age on her heart due to a congenital heart defect. She was much better now, but had a long scar running down her belly. Thankfully when Kala was two, she only showed that she was a metamorphmagus, because her body was too stressed to change things like her hair, nose and general face structure.

"Mummy, can I read you a story?"
"No, I think it's time for bed," she said, after taking a long glance at the clock.
"But it is only six o'clock," the bright child said. The mother looked at the toddler and blinked. Whose a smart cookie, she thought distastefully about her child.
She couldn't help but loathe the oblivious girl. She ignored how Kala was precocious, telling her to read more to keep her occupied.
"I know, sweetie, why don't you read yourself another story and then go to bed," Claudia said, picking her daughter up. She walked to the cot that she had bought and placed her inside, placing a novella about a horse inside. She turned on the cheap fairy lamp she found at a garage sale, and then turned off the light, closing the door.

Kala's bottom lip began to quiver, and she fought off sobs, knowing that her mother would ignore her cries. She wiped her eyes and sat down, and attempted to read the book.

"Why don't we live in Diagon alley like all of my friends?" Kala asked her mother, who was putting some rice onto her daughters plate.
"Because I am a muggle. Just because you are a witch doesn't mean that I should be sucked into the wizarding world," the mother grumbled, annoyed.
"Sorry for asking," the child said, looking down at her hands. She picked up her fork and began to eat the plain chicken and rice, a meal that she has been having for almost a month now. The mother sighed and took one piece of chicken and three spoons of rice onto her plate, sitting opposite from the daughter.

They hadn't enough money to pay for firewood this winter, because Claudia had to buy a second hand mattress for her child. She didn't have a bed frame, her mattress was on the floor, and she had seven thin second hand blankets. Almost everything in the house was second hand; they sold all of their good furniture years ago.

The mother only had three showers a week, her daughter only one, and neither had any decent clothing. Claudia was thinner than ever, week too. She had taken her child out of day care, having gotten fired seven months ago, they got money for Claudia being a single parent and unemployed.

She had started a piggy bank for money to get Kala some supplies for Hogwarts, knowing that the books would be expensive. Kala often went to the library and was under the watch full eye of the librarian, who gave her book after book after book to read. Kala changed her features less and less, having gained control over her ability.

The only sound was their plastic forks scraping the plastic disposable plates, which they reused every day. All of their cutlery and dishes were plastic, and reused. Claudia's resentment of her child had died down from a roaring fire, to hot coals and made sure that her child was academically challenged, giving her some old school books to ponder over.
Her child was doing grade three math, despite only being seven, and her English was of a year five's. Rain hit the window's, the sound echoed in the small house. There was only four rooms in the house, two bedrooms, one bathroom, a kitchen and lounge, which had no wall separating. There was small laundry too. The garden was small out the back, the grass tall, mainly consisting of weeds. All of the plants needed to be trimmed and the small stone path was barely visible. Underneath the doors was old cardboard to try keep the biting wind out, but the attempt was futile.

Tick. Tick. Tick…tick…
The clock ran out of battery, the mother moaned. She didn't have enough money to get batteries, again. She took the batteries out of the radio, one of the most expensive and newest things they owned, as they had sold the television a year ago. She put the batteries in the back of the clock, throwing the dead batteries in the bin. Kala shoved the rest of her food in her mouth and washed the plate and fork quickly, before running to her room, returning to a book that she was reading.

The mother glared at the clouds. Life seemed so bitter to her. When she wasn't at home she was looking for a job, when she wasn't doing that and was out of the house, she was rummaging through opportunity shops and cheap food stores. Her mother tugged at her black sweater, pulling the sleeves over her hands. It was a few sizes too big, but sadly the only warm that fit her remotely well at the moment.

She parted her grey lips and blew on the window, fogging it up, so she didn't have to see the rotting wooden fence that surrounded her house. A tear rolled down her hollow cheek, and she walked to her room, as if on autopilot. She collapsed onto her bed, drifting off into the same nightmare that has been haunting her for years."Mum, you need to eat more," Kala urged her mother, looking at her plate. One carrot and a spoon full of rice. Her mother weakly smiled.
"No thanks dear, I am not that hungry," she replied. Pushing the rice around her plate. Kala frowned.
"You haven't had food in two days, mum, eat more," the ten year-old girl urged again. The mother sighed and grabbed another carrot.
"Happy?"
"No. grab some chicken. You're really skinny mum, you need strength. It's not normal to be that thin," she said, cutting a piece of chicken, putting it in her mouth. Her mother smiled and shook her head.
"Sweetie, I am not hungry," she said, pushing the food around her plate again. She grabbed a piece of the carrot and bit into it.
"You're never hungry, but you still need to eat, or else you will die," Kala said, her voice week. She sniffed away tears and stood up.
"You have to eat! People aren't employing you because you look like a skeleton! Eat some proper food before I… before I… before I tell the neighbors that you need help," the child said, boldly. The mother sighed loudly and glared at her daughter.
She put a piece of chicken on her plate, the daughter watching her the entire time, making sure that she ate one full tenderloin, three large spoonful's of rice and carrot. The daughter then did the dishes, listening closely to make sure her mother kept the food down.

She had read in books about bulimia, anorexia and underweight people. She knew that people lost their lives because of the mental illness. She wasn't oblivious to her mother's screams in her sleep, and her sobs at night. Everyday she grew more worried about her mother, who was always cold, even in the hot summer.
Kalama was a smart girl, academically gifted, reading at a grade nine level, doing math at a seventh grade.

She didn't have any real friends; all of them were in books, in fantasylands like Middle Earth, Narnia, Wonderland and Shangri-La. She dreamed of the worlds she read about, from destroying the ring with Frodo, to Falling into Wonderland with Alice.

She walked to the fridge and grabbed half of the cupcake she had saved. It was for her birthday, four days ago. They ate a café and then walked on the beach for a short while. She also was allowed to buy Hogwarts: A History, as her present and get a pair of new shoes that were two and a half sizes too big, so that they would last a long time. This was the most extravagant birthday she had celebrated since Sirius was thrown in Azkaban.

She was counting down the days till she would get her Hogwarts letter. The book explained everything her mother didn't. All she knew before was that her dad was a wizard, that she was a witch, her mother was a muggle and that you were never, ever, ever, meant to tell a muggle of the wizarding world. She remembered some of the days of day care, not very well, but the cobblestone streets and some of the stores. It was refreshing to see that place again, everyone in their robes and the smell of foreign herbs and owls.

She closed her eyes and pictured Diagon Alley, wishing that her brief hour there never ended. She skipped back to her room to read the book she got for her birthday, for the third time.

It was boiling hot, Claudia and Kalama both had their feet in the bath, which was filled with water to their ankles. Claudia had gained some weight, and now had a job making sure that all the shelves n the store was properly stocked. Kala was doing paper rounds, and was walking dogs for people too. She had recently bought new clothes, not second hand clothes either. They were cheap, but looked decent and were durable.

Things looked slightly brighter. Claudia talked more, Kala got listened to more and got to socialize more, with adults, talking about dog walking, but it was better than nothing. The old librarian had passed away recently, the one who would talk to Kala about good books to read, the new one was young, pretty, but cold.

There was a light tap at the windows.
"Did I just imagine that or?"
"Go open a window," Claudia smiled, stepping out of the bath. Her daughter beamed, her hair turning into a pink and short, her eyes turning light blue. She ran for the window and opened it, gasping as a large black owl flew inside and let out a loud hoot, holding up one leg.
"I will be gentle, don't get scared," the child cooed, walking slowly. The owl seemed to roll his eyes and walk to the edge of the table, then holding out it's leg for her. She hesitantly approached and took the letter away from it. The owl nodded, blinking his amber eyes once, before jumped towards the window, stomping twice, then launched up into the air, and soared from back where it came from.

Kala stared at the owl, her mother walked behind her and put her hands n her shoulders.
"You will get used to seeing owls," she told her. Her daughter spun around and grinned, looking down at the letter. She opened the letter, sealed with the Hogwarts crest imprinted in red wax, and then carefully took out the hand written letter.

HOGWARTS SCHOOL

of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore

(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock,

Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)

Dear Miss Moon,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.

Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later than July 31.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress

She stared for a long time at the acceptance letter, almost frozen. She looked up at her mum, who smiled in encouragement. It was slightly forced, but her daughter wasted no time in asking what was wrong, and looked at the second page.

HOGWARTS SCHOOL

of WHICHCRAFT and WIZARDRY

UNIFORM

First-year students will require:

sets of plain work robes (black)

plain pointed hat (black) for day wear

pair of protective gloves (dragon hide or similar)

winter cloak (black, with silver fastenings)

Please note that all pupil's clothes should carry name tags.

COURSE BOOKS

All students should have a copy of each of the following:

The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 1)

by Miranda Goshawk

A History of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot

Magical Theory by Adalbert Waffling

A Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration by Emeric Switch

One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi

by Phyllida Spore

Magical Drafts and Potions by Arsenius Jigger

Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them

by Newt Scamander

The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection

by Quentin Trimble

OTHER EQUIPMENT

1 wand

1 cauldron (pewter, standard size 2)

1 set glass or crystal phials

1 telescope

1 set brass scales

Students may also bring and owl OR a cat OR a toad.

PARENTS ARE REMINDED THAT FIRST YEARS ARE NOT ALLOWED THEIR OWN BROOMSTICKS

Her mother paled at the long list of items needed, and wondered if they had enough. Her daughter shifted uncomfortably too, but nudged her mother.
"I have been walking dogs and doing paper rounds for almost year now, we should have enough. And if we don't, we can buy half of the things now, and the other half later," Kala tried to be positive, but was just as worried as her mother. Claudia nodded and forced a smile.
"Of course we will have enough," she tried to convince herself. I hope we have enough, she thought to herself.
"We can go tomorrow, if you want," her mother told the child, who almost danced, excited. Then, the mother remembered the jar, full of notes and coins, money she had been saving for this day.
"I cannot believe this is finally happening!" the child said. She danced around the room. "This is almost better than what it would be like to fall into Middle Earth and meet Gandalf the Grey, or to meet Aslan from Narnia!" she twirled around the room, her hair long, curly and platinum blonde, much like her mother's.

A/N: So what do you think? Please review and tell me if I made errors so that I can fix them!