A/N Hi! So I've finally decided to submit a story, I've been through heaps of ideas bu I never write them down so nobody but me knows the story so they kind of get lost with all my other story ideas. But I've had time and I'm going to write this story!

Just some information to help with the story:

Name: Skyler Role: Main character, from her POV. Meaning of name: The Sky Name origin:Scottish Nicknames: Skye, Freddy

Name: Kalea Role: Friend of Skye, being awesomely awesomeness Meaning of Name:Joy, Happiness Name Origin:Hawaiian Nicknames:Kal, Bobby

Name: Gwen Role: Friend of Skye, revealed in later chapters Meaning of Name: Fair,white Name origin:Welsh

Name: Isabella Role: Friend of Skye, revealed in later chapters Meaning of Name: God is my oath Name origin:French -Nicknames:Bella

Name: Callidora Role: Friend of Skye, revealed in later chapters Meaning of Name:Gift of Beauty Name Origin:Greek Nicknames:Calli

Disclaimer: I don't own anything but the above mentioned characters and anything to do with them.

"C'mon Freddy, have another butterbeer!" My friend Kalea shouted. We were at the Quidditch World Cup and had been celebrating the victory of the Irish for several hours, there were five of us, Gwen, Isabella, Callidora, Kalea and me, Skyler. We were on exchange from Australia for the next two years and we would be going to Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry when the holidays were over.

We were all huge quidditch fans but Kalea and I were also massive fans of parties and of course, because we had been going for Ireland the whole match –we had slipped our Bulgarian flags under Calli's bed in case someone found them - we joined in the festivities with gusto.

"Freeeeeeeeedddddddddddddddddyyyyyyy, butterbeer…" Kalea yelled, waving a butterbeer under my nose.

"Fine Bobby, I'll have a butterbeer." I laughed. We had been calling each other by Bobby and Freddy since we were about ten. It had been a joke between the two of us after Gwen had made us all play a game where we had to tell the other four what our dream husbands name would be. Gwen, Bella and Calli had actually thought about it and found it embarrassing when they told us. When it was my turn I looked at Kalea with my usual manic glint in my eye, before turning to the others with a huge smirk on my face and saying very simply "Fred." Kalea had burst out laughing because we had always used the names Fred, Bob and Billy-Bob for anything boy related, before she too smirked and said "So your going to have yourself a Freddy boy are you? Well then I'm going to have myself a Bobby boy." The two of us were rolling on the floor laughing while the others had just given us disapproving looks. Since then that was basically all we called each other, unless reprimanded by our parents or teachers.

I had just finished my butterbeer when we suddenly heard screaming, Kalea and I shared a look before we – and the other three – moved closer together, there was safety in numbers after all.

People were fleeing for the forest and when we tried to ask a woman what was going on she pointed behind her before continuing to run away. When we looked towards where she had pointed what we saw frightened even me. There were men in masks and cloaks moving towards with what looked like a family of muggles floating above them. They were laughing and jeering and from the sounds of it they were very drunk.

"They're deatheaters!" Calli yelled above the noise. None of us needed telling twice. We all knew that deatheaters were You-Know-Who's supporters; though what they were doing at the world cup was a mystery to me. We hurried towards the forest with the rest of the witches and wizards in the campsite. When we reached the trees we realised one thing straight away, there was no light. We could see nothing and no one. I continued to run for a while, hoping that the others were behind me.

Not long later I noticed that I could no longer feel the press of bodies around me and I started to worry. I'm a strong girl, but I was alone in a forest in a foreign country. I suddenly remembered something, my wand wasn't registered over here meaning no one would be any the wiser if I cast a spell or two. I pulled out my wand – Eucalyptus 9" unicorn hair – and muttered "Lumos."

The forest was thrown into sharp relief by the light and I immediately understood that I was quite far off the path. I started looking around for a way back to everyone else when I tripped over a tree root. For most people this would really only hurt their pride – and maybe their face if they didn't cover it – but I have weak ankles and I felt the familiar pain as my ankle twisted. Now I was not only lost, I was stuck. I sat down with a sigh and studied the light coming out of my wand. If a deatheater came this way and found me I was at their mercy, after all I couldn't exactly run with a sprained ankle. Suddenly I heard voices coming through the trees, they sounded like boys the same age as me, most likely not deatheaters.

"Look George, there's a light over there we should head that way." One of the voices was saying.

"We can't be sure it's not a deatheater though, Fred." No. Definitely not deatheaters if they thought I was one. I was about to call out that it was alright and I wasn't a deatheater when a girls voice joined theirs.

"It looks like the only way out of here. We'll just have to take our chances. Maybe you should have your wands out?"

A few moments later the three people that belonged to the voices burst through the trees, the two boys had their wands raised high. When they saw that it was just me they lowered their wands and came over to where I was sitting, "Why are you out here alone?" One of them asked.

"I got separated from my group and then I sprained my ankle on that tree root." I said, glaring at the tree root in question. The boys laughed at my glaring and the girl hid a smile behind one hand – the other was held tightly by one of the boys.

"Well we can help you." The one who had spoken earlier – They were identical so I couldn't tell the difference in the light - said. He made sure that his brother – they were identical – had a firm grip on the girl, who, judging by the flaming red hair was their sister, before he scooped me up bridle style and started walking. My wand was still lit so we followed its light.

"You know, I may have a sprained ankle but I could still walk, I'd just need to lean on you."

"Well, um… what's your name?" The twin who was carrying me said.

"Oh, right. It's Skyler, but if you call me that I'll kill you. So call me Skye." I said threatening him with my wand.

He smirked down at me before he said "I'm Fred, My lesser half over there is George and the girl is our little sister, Ginny. As I was going to say before, you're too short to lean on me so you're going to have to deal with being carried this way." He was still smirking at me like he was superior – which I guess he was, because he could easily have left me where I had been, - and I really wanted to wipe that smirk off his face.

"I'll have you know that I'm 5 9"." I said. I thought that that was quite a good height for a girl.

"And I'm 6 2" So your too short." Somehow his grin got larger and I really wanted to slap him.

We walked in silence for a while before Ginny decided to bring up something that had obviously been bothering her. "Hey, where are you from?" she asked "I don't recognize your accent." Though Fred and George were watching the ground in front of them I knew their attention was fixed on our conversation.

"Well, I'm offended! Don't you watch TV?" I asked incredulously. She shook her head. I smiled, "Well you see, I'm an Aussie." A puzzled look appeared on all of their faces. "I come from the land down under." The puzzled look stayed rooted on their faces. I sighed. "I'm Australian!" Recognition lit up all three faces.

"I've always wanted to go there." Ginny said wistfully. "It always sounds so beautiful, our brother Charlie went there once. There was a dragon problem." Unexpectedly I realized something; these people must be the Weasleys. Charlie had talked about his brothers and sister when he stayed at our house because there was a dragon living in the bush across the road. I was about to mention to them that I knew Charlie when we were amazingly out of the forest and back at the campsite. The deatheaters were gone and everyone was quiet. I whispered a hasty "Nox" and the light on my wand went out, I tucked it into my pocket before surveying the scene. Everything was a wreck. There were some tents smoking – they must have been set on fire – and a lot of scared people all pointing up at the sky above the forest. I craned my head to see what it was and gasped, the Weasley children must have seen it too because they had also gasped. High above the forest the dark mark sat in the sky and I abruptly felt sick, it could easily have been any of my friends who had been killed.

I tugged on Fred's shirt. "My tent's over there. Can we hurry?" He nodded and signalled to George as we all headed over to my tent. When we were not to far away Fred turned and muttered something to George which I didn't quite catch.

"How far away is your tent?" Fred asked. I noticed that George was now saying something to Ginny.

"It's that one there." I said pointing.

"Funny. That one next to it is ours." Fred laughed.

We headed over to the tents but just before we reached the one I was staying in someone came bounding out and hugged me – a bit awkward due to the fact that Fred was still carrying me – when they was done hugging me they had a huge grin on their face and I realized who it was straight away – there were only a few lanterns lit at the time – her curly hair and her athletic figure gave her away. It was Kalea.

"Bobby!"

"Freddy! My girl! The others were convinced you were the one who was killed. Well, actually, Gwen thought you had been abducted by hobos… but Calli and Bella thought you were dead."

"And you didn't?" I asked, suspicious of what her answer would be.

"Nah. I told them that we would have heard something if it had been you, I know that you wouldn't go down without a fight." She grinned at me. "So who are they?" She asked indicating Fred, George and Ginny. I introduced them to each other before suggesting that Fred put me down. When I was safely on my own two – well, one – feet I looked at Kalea. She could easily win the award for most pretty smile.

"So ankle or knee?" She asked. She seriously knew me way too well. She was used to me injuring myself, I injured myself a lot.

"Ankle." Kalea cast a quick spell and there was immediately no more pain.

"Hey, um… Skye, why did she call you Freddy?" Fred asked, I hadn't even thought of my nickname when he had told me his name, I'm that much of an airhead some times.

"Long story." I said sharing a look with Kalea. "Look, I better go explain to my friends that I'm not dead… wow, that's going to be an interesting conversation. But I should see you soon enough. You go to Hogwarts right?" They nodded. "Well then we'll definitely see ya 'round." I said beaming at the Weasleys, I waved at them before starting to walk the short way to my tent with Kalea, on the way there I explained to her what had happened in the forest, and, as a good friend should she listened with rapt attention.

A/N Hope you liked it , that was sort of like the introduction before Hogwarts, which is where the real story starts.

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