Hi, my name is Wynyfryyed Weston. I'm eleven years old, and I live in Miami with my Grandfather. I used to live with my Mom, but she moved across the country to live with someone new, and I had to move in with my Grandfather. She says that I have my Fathers red hair, but I've never met him, so I really don't know. It's very, very, very long, and it goes with my beautiful, silver eyes. I'm almost six feet tall, and everyone who sees me looks twice, and then again.
Earlier today, weird stuff started happening. I wasn't able to talk to my Grandfather about it, but he would find out about it... and more. I woke up a couple of mornings ago, dizzy, but stronger than ever. I had to be really careful, because I didn't want anyone to find out about it.
"Wynyfred!" called my Grandfather, interrupting me. I was lacing up one of my corsets, and listening to My Chemical Romance, and the strings on my corset broke.
"WHAT?" I asked.
"I want you to meet my friend, from England."
"I don't want to! I'm sad!"
"Well, we're coming to your room." I tried to hide, and I was just about to jump out the window when they got to my room. An old guy was standing with my grandfather, wearing tweed. I knew something was going to happen because I've always been kinda psychic. "Wynnfryyed, this is Rupert Giles, my friend from college."
"What kind of name is that?" I asked "Let me be sad."
"No time for that." said Rupert Giles "We need to start your training."
"What? Training?"
"Yes." He said, he had a really english accent. "You're a slayer, one of many, and we need your help."
"A what?" Slayer? Sounded lame.
"You are super strong, right?" asked Rupert Giles
"How did you know? Are you a spy?"
"No. We did a spell. Your Grandfather says it's okay for you to go to England on the next plane out, and go to a new school and learn how to be a slayer."
"IT'S NOT FAIR!!! I don't want to go to STUPID England!" I was going to throw something out of the window, when I saw a weird owl flying outside of it. I opened the window, and the owl flew in and dropped the letter on my lap. It was addressed to me.
"No... It can't be." he said. "No..."
"Harry..." said a voice, from nowhere. "It's time."
"Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!" said my Grandpa "I won't let her go!"
"Please, tell me what the toddy is going on?" asked the Giles guy
"I come from a long line of witches." said my Grandfather "I hoped my dear Granddaughter wouldn't have to suffer, but it appears she's a witch."
"I'm a witch? Cool!" I could put spells on people, and get whatever I wanted.
"It's not cool." said my Grandfather "We need to get you in slayer school, fast!"
"How curious. A Slayer who is a witch." The Giles guy scratched his beard.
"Dr.Harry Weston!" called someone, from downstairs "Dr.Harry Weston, you must come with us!" My Grandfather ran downstairs, and stared at the woman who stood there.
"Hermione?" he asked "Hermione Granger?"
"Hermione Weasley." she corrected "We need to leave. They know where you live."
Grandpa looked really scared. He picked up the phone, and called Charley. Charley was our weird, annoying neighbor. It only took a few minutes, and we were all in a bright red convertable.