Summary: Kayla is an American witch from the school of Salem Witchcraft Institute. She gets transferred to Hogwarts after a family death that always comes back and haunts her. Will her family line get in Harry's way of stopping Voldemort? Once Kayla gets to school, Hogwarts changes.

This is my first story so review as much as you can! You can flame all you want. I am excited to see your reactions to later parts in the story. I need a Beta! The Beta would help me with my story, edit my story, and help me with ideas and such. Basically, they might even co-write it. I have major troubles with Writers I need someone to write lemons for me! I am young and that is not really my talent. If you are interested... email me at bigbrock95 yahoo dot com . I also need a new title!Thanks! Hope you like my story! -Kayla


I am Kayla. I am an american teenaged witch that is being transferred from Salem Witchcraft Institute to Hogwarts, School for Witchcraft and Wizardry. I have long brown hair that goes to the middle of my back. I have a lot of freckles on my face, but I use them to my advantage. I really do hate them sometimes. They remind me to much of my parents. I got teased a lot for them, but now I realize they are what make me unique. I have large green eyes. I sometimes wear contacts, and I sometimes wear glasses. My eye colour stays the same either way.

I sometimes love attention. I was raised that way. I took dance classes that required me to perform a lot in front of large crowds. So performing or doing something in front of other people doesn't bother me like it would bother some people.

I am very skinny and kinda short. I do eat a lot though. I have a least two plates full of food every meal. Sometimes I eat more. So, it's not like I don't eat. I just have a fast metabolism. I can eat what I want and not gain weight. That makes me happy. Being active also helps. I played lots of quidditch when I attended Salem. I was the chaser for the school's team. I love flying and I am kinda talented at it. Not to brag. I try not to brag unless I am sure of what I can do.

My parents say I have an attitude problem. So what? Sarcasm and back talking are my favourite pastimes.

Even though my parents are both purebloods causing me to be pureblood, doesn't mean I hate muggles for muggleborn wizards or witches. I was raised very much intact with my inter muggle. I went to muggle school for a short period of time where I interacted with muggles. I was enrolled in dance classes with other girls my age. Then I started cheerleading soon after that. My team was really good. I enjoyed it a lot. It helped me learn to interact with muggles. Some of them even became my friends. Of course I had magical friends too, but I liked hanging out with my muggle friends more.

Then I started to attend Salem. I hated it their. My dad was headmaster. A lot of pressure was put on me because of that. Plus my mother was the Herbology professor. Even more pressure. So I decided to transfer.

The transfer will be tough for me, but I will have to deal with it.

Chapter 1.

Dear Diary,

I am being transferred to Hogwarts, School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I had to leave Salem because of the family. I miss my parents so were professors at Salem. All I can remember from that night 3 years ago, is those red eyes when I answered the door. And the screaming that came from my parents when they saw him. I wish I hadn't opened that door. Maybe they would still be here. So I had to move in with my aunt and uncle. My uncle is Headmaster at Salem. But, I can't go there because of my uncle being a Headmaster. Anyways, I don't want to be suffocated by my family members. So I am being transferred to Hogwarts. I hear there are a lot of stories for me to hear.

I will be the odd ball their. The only american. I hope they like me. I hope they are nice to me. Why does just a 13 year old girl have to deal with this?

Anyway Diary, They say I am improving at St. Mungo's. I have to go back their before I start school. I will be starting late because of it. Oh well... I just want to forget this awful memory, but not forget my parents.

I have to go. I have a meeting with the Headmaster of Hogwarts. Something about my family? Then he has to tell me all the stories and history of Hogwarts. Oh fun.

Love, Kayla

Wow. I really like Professor Dumbledore! He is pretty cool. He told me about this story about the boy who lived? He said that the kid, Harry Potter, was in my year. As he was telling me the story, he kinda reminded him of me. How both of our parents were killed by dark wizards. Except, I don't have a scar or any hero stories. He defeated a basilisk for Pete's sake! I might just have to meet this kid. He sounds... cool.

And this Voldemort fellow, he reminds me of the dark wizard that killed my parents...

Finally. Here is the day I got to Hogwarts.

I am nervous and excited. I have to be sorted. I guess I am different from everybody else. Dumbledore says he is going to the tell the other students my story and why I am here. I don't mind that much. But I won't be in there. Then I will be sorted. I have what house I will be sorted into but, I guess that doesn't matter.

As I walked into the Great Hall, everyone stopped what they were doing and stared at me. Whistles ensued. Of course I didn't get nervous cause I am used to this feeling. Sometimes I don't mind the spot light. One of the boys at a table far right caught my sight. His eyes were gray bright eyes surrounded by clear pale skin. I looked at the rest of this person. He had white-blonde hair. He was gorgeous.

Then I looked to the other side of the Great Hall. I caught some bright green eyes. I looked at his head and saw a lightening bold scar. That was Harry Potter. Of course he was beautiful too. Maybe transferring here wasn't so bad.

The school was packed with attractive people. How in the world did I get here? They are only cheering because I am new meat. They don't know me yet, and now they have a reason to get to know me because I am new. Oh what fun.

I got a lot of stares walking across the Great Hall. I got some death stares from other girls. They were only jealous. That made me smirk. Now would be the perfect time for a fantastic hair-flip, but that would give the impression that I am all about looks. I didn't want to make that first impression. Sure I cared what I looked like, but why did everyone have to know now?

I got to the front of the Hall, and Professor McGonagall placed the sorting hat on my head. The hat contemplated for a moment then spoke out, "Wow, very difficult indeed. You would excel in any of these houses. Powerful knowledge for Ravenclaw. You would always be hard working for your fellow Hufflepuffs. Excellent power and a pureblood background my dear for Slytherin. You could do wonders in Slytherin. I see you posses a very powerful gift. But a brave soul and amazing courage. You seem like that kind of girl that would do anything. So GRYFFINDOR!"

So there we have it, that's my new house. Gryffindor. I walked over to the table and sat by some girls clapping and telling me to come over and sit with them. I have no idea what to do now. There is so much I can do. Now for the embarrassment to kick in. I am not very good at making friends. I didn't like being the new girl.

I started to get sick and tired of everybody staring at me. It was like they were waiting for me to do something special. I am not that special. Just as special as a 13 year old wizard girl can be.

I was totally mesmerized by their accents. It's just something about Brits, that I love.

God, this food was delicious, and I love delicious food. That is the first way to make me like something. Way better than Salem I might add. I might like it here. A couple people from Gryffindors came up and introduced themselves as I was eating. They all seemed fairly nice. I introduced myself back but it was extremely awkward. I suck at the whole "introduction thing."

That Harry Potter kid and his friends came up to me, "Hi. We are in your year! Maybe we could be friends. I hear you and I kind of have the same story. Would you like us to show you the common room?" I said sure because I didn't really have a choice. They were kinda intimidating. Plus I did need to see the common room.

The crew lead me to a picture of a fat lady on the seventh floor. "Fortuna Major." That must be the pass word to get into the room. Everything is so different here. At Salem we didn't have houses or passwords. We just had dorms that we shared with people. That was kind of strange sometimes, because most of the time, you never talked to your room mate. I don't know which I like better.

"Wow this is beautiful. Its so warm and cozy in here." I was seriously amazed. The walls were a dark red. The lights were slighly dimmed so that you could see, but so you would also feel relaxed. I looked up and my eyes were greeted by a tapestry of a lion. The Gryffindor symbol.

"This must be very different for you, isn't it." Herm...something girl said. I couldn't remember her name, but I kind of liked her. She looked at me and I nodded. It was very different indeed.

"Well, maybe we could be friends. I am Hermione." She stuck her hand out and I took it. She seemed nice. This might work.

I felt brand new to this. It was weird though. All the other kids have been here for two years and everyone already knew each other in my year. Where I am new. Its so awkward but I think I like it.

"There is an extra bed in my dorm. You can stay their if you would like. It is just Ginny and I." Her voice dripping with kindness.

"Sure. That would be awesome. Considering I have no where else to stay." I smirked.

"Uh.. Harry. I heard you were on the Quidditch team, I was wondering if there was any way I could get on the team as a chaser?"

"We would love to have you on our house team. We are actually having tryouts for one new chasers this year. We will have tryouts for another new chaser next year also if you decided not to do quidditch this year."

Four red headed Gryffindors that all looked alike, including a set of twins, approached as I sat on the black leather couch that was in front of a large fire. They looked slightly older than the kids in my year. Then their was one of the Harry Potters friends. Lastly, the youngest of them. A girl. She was beautiful. All the red hair overwhelmed me for a moment.

"Hello there." Their matching British accents said in a welcoming tone.

"I am Fred and this is George."the twins said pointing appropriately. "We are in year 5. But that won't stop us from being friends." They were quite charming and fun to be around.

Harry Potter's friend spoke up next, "Don't listen to them. They are just a bunch of gits. I am Ron by the way. Harry Potter's friend." He said that a little too smugly."And that's Ginny over there she is my little sister. And the twins are my brothers." Ah. That is why they looked a like. Why am I so stupid sometimes?

"Ah. Hello. I am Kayla. I am sure you already know that. It was nice to meet you-"

"Weasleys." The twins said at the exact same time as each other. That was creepy a little bit. I better get used to the creeped out feeling.

"It was nice to meet you Weasleys." With that, I left them and headed to the girl dormitories.

"Are the classes hard?" Hermione seemed to know everything. We were sitting on her bed discussing just about everything.

"No. Not so much for me at least." She said with a tad bit embarrassment.

"Alright. I had better get to sleep. I don't want to be tired for my first day!" I started getting in to bed. I knew I was going to have a difficult time sleeping. My Transient insomnia might affect my school work. Great. I don't want to get behind as soon as I start.

Reviews would be awesome! :) Flames are welcome. Critique my story as much as you want. It will only help me as a writer. Sorry for my grammer mistakes and my spelling mistakes. I am need of a beta. Also any good title names would be amazing and most appreciated. -Kayla