(A/N) Hey guys. Welcome to my new story. I've been wanting to write a James/OC fic for a while, so here it is. Enjoy!

Done Animagus

I am Lindsey Nickels. I'm 15 years old, have dark blonde hair, emerald green eyes, and slightly tan skin. I am one of the most wanted girls at school, but I hate the lustful looks the boys give me. It makes me extremely uncomfortable. The clothes my parents put me in do not help. Their training does not help. Their kindness/hostility does not help. Have I mentioned they're not helpful and I hate them?

Anyway, what was I doing? Oh, right, telling you about myself. I live in England, but only for the past 3 years. I was born and raised American. I live in a huge manor out in the middle of nowhere. Although I hate anything to do with my parents, I have to admit I love this house. My room is on the second floor with a balcony that overviews the large backyard. My room is painted gold with silver accents, and the furniture matches flawlessly. I have a ton of electronics too: a computer, laptop, ipod, ihome, phone, the whole 9 yards. One whole wall is covered in books, too. I love to read. My favorite book/series is The Hunger Games. (I love Katniss/Gale.) I have my own private bath, and even a small sitting area. I absolutely adore my room.

My parents, Mr. and Mrs. Anthony Nickels, are a middle aged couple. Even though they're in their mid 40s, they look good. Mr. Nickels is one of the best lawyers in England. He works long hours , and often comes home drunk after spending a few hours with his colleagues. How he manages to keep up such a good reputation, I don't know. Mrs. Nickels works at one of the most expensive jewelry stores in Europe. She doesn't work long hours, so she spends most of her free time gossiping with her "friends".

In public, we are the perfect family. We laugh and pretend we love each other, but the second we're alone the fancade drops. We fight. Well, correction, I fight with my parents or they fight with me. They never fight with each other. Maybe because they're perfect for each other in a cruel, twisted way.

Anyway, back to me. I have a HUGE secret. Well, it should be a bigger secret, but, due to my parent's idiotic brains, it's not. You see, I'm a witch, but my parents hate anything out of the ordinary. When my Hogwarts letter came, my dad had a fit and beat me up for being such a nuisance. He also made a dramatic scene about burning the letter in the fireplace. I hate my life.

"Girl! Where the hell are you?"

Uh oh. What'd I do? I've been in my room all day. I slowly slid of my bed and walked nervously towards the living room.

"Get down here now, Girl," my father yelled.

I walked hesitantly walked into the living room to see my drunken father. He walked forward and grabbed me by my ear.

"Ahh," I screamed.

"Shut up, you stupid girl," he yelled in my face.

He continued to pull me till we got to the manor's dungeon. He let go off my ear to lock my wrists in the chains hanging from the ceiling. He then let me go and went to the trunk in the back corner of the room. There, he pulled out a long leather whip and stalked towards me.

"Do you know what happened earlier, you little brat," he growled.

I shook my head with tears streaming down my face. This is the place my father brings me when he wants to whip me without being disturbed.

"One of those stupid magical letters flew into the room while I was talking to some colleagues," he hissed, ripping my shirt off. Slowly he raised the whip and then quickly snapped it back on my bare back.

I hissed as the whip hit me. Over the years, I have learned not to scream when I am hit. It will only make my attacker hit me more.

Ten minutes later, father was still whipping me. My hissing had turned to whimpers which will soon turn to screams if he doesn't stop soon. Suddenly he stopped and pulled my head back by my hair.

"Have you had enough," he hissed in my ear.

I painfully managed to whisper, "yes."

He let go of my hair and released my wrists from the uncomfortable chains. My legs were so weak from pain that I fell straight to the floor. Panting hard, I tried to lift myself up from the floor. With a growl my father struck me across the face with his fist.

"You really think I'm done with you," he growled, "You really are more stupid than I thought."

Finally, after another 20 minutes of beating, father left the room. That was the longest father has ever, ever beaten me. I slowly started to get up and head towards the door. Luckily it was unlocked, sometimes he leaves it locked. When he leaves it locked it means he'll come back in about an hour, and continue my torture. Great, I have this down to a science. I really need to get out of here.

I walked slowly up the stairs towards the front door. I'm done. This is the last time my father will ever beat me. I thought as I limped out the door and towards the woods. I kept walking through the forest until I collapsed onto the snow covered ground.

I wish I had taken the time to get a jacket. I'm in thin skinny jeans, a torn-up shirt, and no shoes. He was right, I'm an idiot. I really should have thought more before I left. I have no food, clothes or shelter. Great, just great.

Shivering and shaking, I wished I could become an animal. I know, it sounds weird but think about it. Animals have warm coats, only stay with their parents for a short amount of time, and don't over-think things. They have such a great life. Living in the forest where it's so peaceful and quiet.

I wish I could become an animal, roam through the woods, and never have to follow anyone's schedule, but my own. Suddenly, my whole form started shaking. What's happening to me? I kept shaking till I was on four legs. My eyesight was a lot better, I was a lot warmer, and my thoughts weren't as complex. Turning my head so I could see my body, I realized I was a horse. Hmm…kinda weird, but I'm supposed to be a witch, right?

I had a golden yellow coat and I snow white mane and tail. Palimino. I remember coming across the term while researching some animals for a science project in school. A palomino is a horse with a golden coat and a white mane and tail. Looking down at my legs, I saw I also had four white marks on my legs covering from my hooves to my knees. I pretty sure those are called socks.

Suddenly, my animal instincts kicked in. Danger! Danger! I've read that female horses almost always flee at the slightest sign of danger. So, I ran, but evidently I'm still not used to running on four legs because I tripped and fell after running a few meters. I let out a loud cry of pain. Oh crap. Now whatever was following will find me quicker, but maybe that's a good thing. They can put me out of my misery.

I was just laying on my side twitching in pain when I heard it. Snap!

Got to Believe by Sterling Knight

All my life people tellin me just who I am

They dont wanna know

They dont really understand

So many people tryin to tell me to be practicle

Only think that I am undemensional

But I can feel it

There's a fire ragin underneath

Running through the pages

Here I am comin clean

I'm sick of lyin to myself gotta a little truth

And now I got to do what I gotta do

(A/N) Review! Tell me what you want to see. What you like and what you don't like.

Oh and for those who read my other fanfiction, sorry about reusing the song. It fits in ALOT of places. If you know another song that would work, tell me.