***JK Rowling owns HP not me!*** and this is when Harry, Ron, and Hermione are looking for the Horrcruxes, so they aren't at Hogwarts and Snape is Headmaster, Dumbledore is dead to. :'( **tear**

Rated M for future Chapters, basically on killing and bloody scenes.

I sat in my room, reading a book by one of my favorite authors, Darren Shan. I sighed and gave up, and sat vertically against the headboard of my bed.

My name is Trixie Rayner, and I am what some people call freaky. Not that I have any problem with that. Well, I mean, I don't really have any real friends for that reason, but I'm only 16, so I don't think it will matter if I had friends or not in the 10th grade.

But still, a girl can dream.

I heard a knock on my door, I said, "Come, in," and my parents walked in.

"Hey, honey," my mom said softly. I knew that voice. And that sentence. Whenever she said that she always had something important to say. Usually someone died.

"Alright, guys, who died?" I looked at them, and they chuckled softly, while saying,

"No one, dear, but we have something very important to tell you. But you have to promise to not freak out or not believe us, ok?" My dad said, holding my mom's hand and looking into her eyes. Eww.

"Sure, dad," I said, rolling my eyes and patted the side of my bed so they could sit down.

After they sat down on either sit of me, my mom said, "Trixie, have you ever done things that cannot be explained, or that most people can't do?"

I sighed and answered, "You mean, besides getting all A's, having all the teachers adore me, and being at the same school for 4 years and not manage to have a single friend?"

I wasn't that depressed kind of girl who cried every day because I had no friends. I was kind of a loner and I was happy. And it wasn't that I was ugly or anything!

"No dear," My mom started. Even she knew I had no friends, "I mean…supernatural,"

"Supernatural?" Where were they going with this, "Umm, no not really?" it was more like a question.

"Well, honey," my dad started looking into my mom's eyes again. I mean honestly do they NOT know that I'm right here. And in the middle? "You are a witch,"

A what "What did you call me?" I said, eyes narrowed and nostrils flaring. How dare they call me that! Jesus they got one Hell of a nerve!

"No honey! Not like the witches that are ugly and have warts and all that crap!" he added quickly, "I mean, ok just let me explain,"

I took a deep breath, and leaned against the wall. Yeah, they better have an explanation for all this.

"Ok. There are special people in the world. They are wizards and witches. They are magical. They have wands, fly on brooms, and basically seclude themselves from the muggle world,"

"Muggle?" I asked.

"A non magical person," my mom explained.

"Sounds like a curse," I muttered.

"Anyway, most wizards and witches hate muggles. But the non-magical people do not know that wizards and witches exist."

"Then how come you do?" I asked. Man, I'm confused.

"Because," my mom started, "I am a witch, and your father is a wizard,"

Before answering I thought a little. My parents were…magical! Damn! And they tell me now? Jeez. I thought they were bankers!

"Prove it," I stated, looking at both of them with accusing eyes.

My dad nodded at my mom, and she pulled out her wand. She murmured something that was DEFINETLY not English and my book that was sitting on my nightstand flew into her hand. She said something else and set my dresser on fire!

DAMNIT! I had to ask.

I gasped, but when I took a closer look, I could see that it was on fire, but the wood wasn't burning. I blinked. I looked at my mom, and she muttered something else and the fire ceased. Just went away, like it evaporated. Sweet.

I took a deep breath and said to them, "Ok, I believe you. Sort of. But why are you telling this to me now?"

They looked at each other with sad eyes and my dad said, "There is a war going on right now. There is this man, He-who-should-not-be-named and he is the most powerful wizard alive. And that ever has lived. He can do amazing things, truly talented. Bad part—he's an evil bastard who wants all muggle born witchess and wizards dead, along with muggles I general I guess. Luckily, our family is purebloods, so he probably won't kill us. Probably. A pureblood is a witch or wizard that is born from another witch or wizard," He added before I could ask.

"The war is still going on, and many people have died. All those people who have died the past few years that were our family were witches and wizards. Unfortunately, You-know-who won't stop killing innocent people until his arch nemesis, Harry Potter, is dead.

"I will give you books to read on him, and the war, because honestly I cannot explain it all now. But the reason I am telling this to you now is this reason—there is a school called Hogwarts, which is a boarding school. It teaches young witches and wizards how to use their power, but the children decide whether to use it for good or bad. We have talked to the Headmaster, Severus Snape, and he says that you can come. Now, when you get there, it may seem like Severus Snape is the worst possible person to ever come into contact with, but he is on our side—the good side. He is what we call a double-agent, but we trust him. He has proven himself.

"You will be transferring after summer break is over, in September, so in a week. You will be staying with a family—the Weasley's—and they will take you to Hogwarts. There youngest child is going into her sixth year, so she is 16 and she will explain everything to you that you need to know. You will be going into the 1st year, so unfortunately you will be with 11 year olds. But Professor Snape says if your work hard, you may, just may, be able to move up.

"But it is hard, so don't count on it. Darling, we are so sorry for telling you all this now, but if You-know-who ever got us, well, we didn't want him to know about you. We were just trying to keep you safe. But now, you are old enough to be on your own, and we trust that you will pick the good side, but you need to go through all the years because we need as much people fighting against You-know-who as possible."

He took a deep breath, obviously tired of all that talking. I don't think he ever said that much in his entire lifetime.

I blinked a few times, but I did take everything in. I did understand. I mean, they were trying to keep me safe, which is good, but still. I would have liked to have known that my parents were…magical.

"So..." I said trying to keep the conversation going, "Where is this…Hogwarts?" I wonder what their mascot is…

"England," My mom said, and I swear if I were drinking a glass of water I would have spit it out all over my parents.

"England!" I said, gaping.

"We are so sorry dear! We were doing everything to keep you safe. We love you so much!" My mom said hugging me.

Actually, going to England sounds pretty cool. I have always wanted to go to England and freak people out with my southern accent. I like freaking people out. I am apparently good at it too…

"Mom! What are you talking about! Going to England sounds awesome!" I am from Virginia, in the U.S., and in the suburbs right outside Washington D.C.

And I have never been out of the country so this would be a real adventure! Awesome!

"Well, I'm glad you are excited about that part at least," My dad said chuckling, "You will leave tonight, we will Apparate there."

"Apparate?" I asked.

"I'm sorry, but all this is too much to explain. I am sure that the Weasley's will for you, darling," I nodded. If I had friends, I would be sad to leave, but since I didn't, I'm all for it!

"What do I pack?" I asked.

My mom perked up; obviously happy I asked because she said, "I have my old trunk! And my old school books that you can read, too. And my robes will probably fit you too," She mused.

"Robes?" I asked my voice a bit higher than usual.

"Oh, yes. At Hogwarts they wear uniforms. Come with me I'm going to see if mine fit you!"

UNIFORMS? Damn. Isn't it enough that I have to wear uniforms to my school here? Some things never change.

I sighed and followed my mother. But before I could catch up, my dad held my arm and said, "For now, please be nice. She is excited for you. And trust me, I never went, but you mother did, and she loved it. I know that you will too,"

"Thanks, dad," I said and hugged him.

"I'm sorry," He said again. Now that I'm over the shock, it actually sounds pretty cool. I mean, who wouldn't be excited?

"Don't be, dad! I love you and I know that you were just protecting me. And it does sound pretty fun, too!"

He smiled, and motioned for me to follow my mom.

I was standing outside my house in the rain, with my trunk in one hand, and my mother in my mom's. My dad couldn't come, for some reason but I didn't ask. If it was important I would find out sooner or later.

My mom's robes fit me, so I didn't have to go and buy new ones. Thank God. My mom said it takes forever to get them fitted, plus the woman stabs you with the needles.

Inside the trunk also held books and money. A lot of money. I knew that we were rich, but money worth $1,000 American dollars for me to go to this school?

I also had everything else that was important to me, like my books, my laptop, and my iTouch, which held all of my music.

"Ready?" She asked.

"Yes,"

"Hold your breath," She said and snapped her fingers.

Despite my mom's warning, I gasped. It felt like my body was twisting and turning through tubes and either the tubes were getting smaller, or I was getting bigger, because it felt like I was pressing against the invisible tubes and I couldn't catch my breath.

Before I could faint from lack of oxygen, we arrived outside a house in the middle of nowhere. It had a small perimeter, but it must have been 5 stories high.

"I must go, darling. I love you so much. I wish I will be able to explain later. Know that I am so proud of you. And whatever you do, please don't be accepted into Hufflepuff."

With that she winked and disappeared.

I gasped for two reasons. One—she just left me here, and two—what the hell is a hufflepuff?

R&R! Hope you liked, more to come soon!

-Caro